Chapter 6: Attrition
William Oh once rescued sixteen nubile slave girls from certain death with nothing but bootstrings, a piece of leather, and a shiny scrap of metal.
- Jason Salazar
“That…is not going to work,” Will whispered to himself, peering down at the village of maksu milling around the portal. The sheer numbers alone made the idea of sprinting past them to dive through the portal laughable.
Maybe…three hundred or so?
They had set up some kind of shrine around the portal, seemingly worshiping it as a divine object. The only hint that it was there was the faint yellow glow leaking from the shoddily assembled seams of the building.
Maksu were small, angry, and blue, with extended muzzles and canines that would make a cat jealous. They carried short spears and slings.
They were also capable climbers. So much so that Will was no longer sure he had the home-field advantage.
Maybe if I had both my…
Will shook the thought off, tapping his phantom fingers through the nearby terrain. It had almost become a habit at this point to poke things with his Phantom Hand, looking for anything that he could touch with it.