Chapter 13-Mess with me?! The future King!
Yuuta crouched behind the fractured boulder, his back pressed against its cracked surface. The ground was littered with splintered arrows, some still quivering, others snapped in half. Wisps of smoke curled up from blackened craters where fireballs had smashed into the earth. It looked like the aftermath of a medieval airstrike.
His lungs burned, his froggy breath ragged. Each inhale felt like inhaling smoke and gravel.
"Shit... I need a plan," he muttered, bulging eyes scanning the battlefield.
His frog legs were jelly. His three-fingered green arms shook each time he conjured a new spell. He’d been running, dodging, and firing off Lightning Bolts and Magic Missiles for what felt like forever, and the pigs—those ugly, slobbering bastards—just. Kept. Coming.
And now the rumbling. Not distant anymore. It was close.
Too close.
The thunder of hooves—or rather, the stomping of those four-legged pork mounts—grew louder behind him. His eyes darted to the side, and his heart nearly leapt out of his green chest.
A wave of pigs was rushing straight toward him, their crude weapons glinting under the sun. Fat ones in armor, grunting like war drums. Clumsy axe-wielders with bloodstains already smeared across their weapons. Spellcasters in tattered cloaks preparing their next fireball. And in the rear, archers on fat mounts, arrows nocked and ready to release hell from a distance.
Yuuta didn’t wait to see who was leading the charge.
"Fucking persistent pork faces," he spat and launched himself out from behind the crumbling boulder.
His frog legs, though screaming in protest, sprang into action. Slap-slap-slap—his webbed feet smacked against the rocky canyon floor. His tongue hung out one side of his wide mouth as he panted furiously.