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Myths
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.”
