25 Bomber Man (1/2)
Before moving the slaves in their new temporary home, Stick entered his cottage to retrieve two bottles of blue liquid from the drawer. Flute saw him holding the bottles. She couldn't help but ask, ”What those bottles are? Cloud gives new bombs?”
”Not exactly. I've been watching him make stink bombs these past four days. I wrote down the ingredients he used on this piece of paper.” Stick pulled out the paper from the drawer and gave it to Flute. She looked at the paper, which for her just had random circles, squares, and other geometric shapes drawn in a line. She thought it would be filled with drawings of the ingredients, not random shapes. ”I tested some of them on my own and learned what they are capable of. For instance, the Cold Flower's smell causes sneezing, and while its petals create a burning sensation to the eye when pounded into powder and mixed with Horny Toad's poison. After testing them, I wrote my own recipe for two new bombs. One blinds the target for a longer duration, and the second is a much more potent smelling bomb. Now I haven't used these two yet, so I don't know if my bombs actually work. But I find that today is the perfect day to test them out. I just need to make I can survive until my brothers come back.”
Flute handed back Stick's paper, ”Flute don't know how bomb work, but Flute know Stick can do it.” She said with a smile.
Stick took out a leather belt and tied it around his waist. It had five small compartments that can fit small objects such as the bottles that Stick has. Flute and Stick walked towards the front door of the cottage. They were met with a large group of goblins waiting for them. Flute called out to one of them, ”Tie, come back yet?”
”No, Flute.” The woman answered.
”Stick,” Flute turns to him with a solemn look. ”Your brothers need to survive long too.” She returned to the group and gave out orders. Stick stood there bewildered by her comment. But it mattered no more. Now he faces the strongest enemy of his life so far. Cala stood on the opposite side of the ditch. He stared down at the goblins suffocating from the foul stench. His face showed no sign of remorse, only anger. Olhos and a few other goblins climbed up the hill to witness the carnage that is about to unfold.
He points the tip of his sword at Stick, ”You dare stand between me and my slaves! Do I need to remind what I did to Tama, or do you just want to die.”
”I'm just here helping Flute take care of the women. I didn't know anything about those traps, believe me!” Stick yelled. His club was resting on his shoulder, and he stood there with such confidence and debonair. He tucked his wooden sickle between his belt and pants and pulled out a bomb similar to Cloud's bombs, but instead of a ball shape, it had a cylinder form. He juggled it in his hand, ”Besides, does it really matter if I stand here. Oh, don't tell me you're afraid of me, chief. There's no reason to on guard, because you did say I was the runt.”
A blue mist begins to emanate from Cala's body. They travel down to his legs, wrapping around it. Eventually, the blue mist settled on Cala's boots, turning into a glistering bluish paint. Cala leaned forward, with his right leg extending behind him. He pulled his long sword off his shoulder and held it horizontally on his side with his knuckle facing the sky. ”I fear no goblin.” He whispered.
His left leg propelled him forward. In a blink of an eye, he crossed over the ditch, and behind him, a cloud of snow blew out from where he used to stand. Stick tosed one of his bombs in front of him before immediately ducking. Cala swung his sword across, slicing the bomb in half. Blue liquid came out and splattered on Cala's coat and face. He stopped in his track, confused about what just happened. The smell of the liquid was horrible, and it irritated his eyes. However, the smell wasn't as bad as Cloud's stinkbomb. ”What is this?” He said with an irritated voice. He wiped off the liquid from his face.
Stick rolled off to the side. He looked at Cala, and nervously asked, ”Can you still see?” Cala glared at him. ”I guess that one doesn't work.”
”You little shit!” Cala yelled. He swung his sword at Stick. The tip glided on the snow, and a blue mist covered the sword. Stick pivoted backward with his club blocking the impact. The tip of the sword did not even graze Stick, but the shockwave that followed sent Stick and his club flying in the air. He crashed on the snow wall and then landed inside the trench.
The goblins inside the trench were coughing and sneezing. The ones that were close to the center of the smell feinted. Stick pushed himself off the ground, but the toxic smell prevented him from getting on his feet. He crawled his way through the trench.
”You!” A goblin yelled. He was on top of the snow wall. ”Dun kill you!” He jumped off with a stone ax over his head. He landed behind Stick and struck his ax on the ground, barely missing Stick, who had to open his legs to dodge his attack. However, Dun quickly succumbed to the smell and dropped his weapon to cover his nose. He started to cough out blood. Stick got up and took the stone ax. Dun got on all four, then he fell on his side and struggled to breathe as the smell begins to cause inflammation and congestion in the throat.