Chapter 66: Boar Hunting
Hushed whispering and muffled weeping filled the side room they’d been corralled into. The hapless waitresses curled in on themselves fearfully. Well, the blond one did. The other looked actually…eager?
She was taking off her apron, tying up her hair, and rolling her sleeves…like one might do before taking out the trash…or picking a fight.
Reggie and June each dealt with barely contained nervous energy, while Alicia stared at the wall, her eyes flickering as she no doubt watched what happened in the main room.
Their kobold was nowhere to be seen.
I need to do something. I’m the only one who can… Mason thought, the fire crackling on the tips of his fingers, hand hidden behind his back.
As far as combat effectiveness, nearly all of them were screwed without their relics, but since Mason’s primary Abilities were direct damage and shielding, he had all the ingredients he needed to lay a beatdown regardless of his kit. His fire might be a small fraction weaker than it normally was, but that was about it.
He watched one of the faceless minions surrounding them walk just a bit too close to another two of them, creating a three-person cluster.
Here we go…
Mason felt a hand clamp down over his wrist, and he nearly incinerated it before he realized it belonged to a hostage.