Chapter Eleven : Deadlands
After once again throwing his axe into a mass of goblins, Heilgar simply raised his arm expectantly. Eli hadn’t seen him pick it up the last time he threw it so the elf was surprised to see the shiny silver weapon tear through the crowd like it had a mind of its own until it flew into its master’s waiting hand.
“How’d you do that?” Eli asked as he pushed the retrieval button on his quiver. Five arrows shot back to him. In one fluid movement, Eli grabbed the shafts in midair, aimed and shot them at new targets. “I had to have a recovery spell put on my quiver, you too?”
“Something similar,” the dwarf replied as he cut through more attackers. “We have a dwarf shaman in our city that knows a trick or two.”
Eli pulled an arrow with a particular tip and let it fly into a mound of oncoming monsters. It erupted into a burst of flame. The creatures screamed as fire engulfed them. He could feel Celeste’s disapproval in his head but this was war.
He pushed down any guilt that tried to crawl to the surface. “Huh,” he said to the dwarf, “I thought dwarves hated magic. Maybe they can hold their own in a fight after all.”
“What?” Heilgar’s hairy mouth dropped and he almost missed an oncoming goblin. “How dare you question my nations’ battle skills? We don’t need magic like you scrawny, hairless sticks do. We only use it on rare occasions because any helpful weapon is still a weapon.” He hit a goblin on the head with the hilt of his axe.
“Fair enough,” Eli responded with a smile. “Let’s put it to a test.” He downed another group of goblins on his right. “I have no clue how many I’ve taken out so far but how about we keep score from this point. That was five... no six to your one.”
Heilgar spun around, slicing multiple goblins that tried to surround him. “I’d never engage in such foolishness. And now I’m at seven.”