Chapter 36: Hammering
"There's one!" Ambraz said, and he rushed forward, a hungry look on his face.
Card! Irwin ducked and grabbed the card before the Anvil could… what? Eat it? He didn't know, but whatever it was, he needed to see if they needed it first.
Flipping it around, he saw there was a simple dagger on the front.
Combat card! Years of hoping and wanting one almost made him slot it before he recalled he didn't need it.
With a grin, he shoved it in his pocket before grabbing more books and shaking them. A dozen books later, he had four more cards, all common.
"We need to leave," Daubutim cried.
Irwin saw the sweat drip from Daubutim's head as he stacked books atop the table, which shuddered violently. "The door won't take this much longer!"
"Alright, let's leave," Irwin replied, grabbing four more books and shaking them. Another card slid out, and he snatched it as Daubutim reached him. The sheets of the bed were a crumpled ball in his arms. The desire to shake more books was almost too hard to resist, and Irwin was secretly a little happy when Daubutim pulled him along. Still, he managed to grab two more books. With no way to shake them and get the cards, he clenched them below his arms as he ran towards the staircase. Without Daubutim, the table was thudding, sliding back slightly.
They ran up the stairs, over the wooden balcony to the next one, and then up those. Just as they reached the final floor, the door below slid open. Irwin looked over the wooden railing to see a massive two-horn run into the room. He wasn't much larger than the other two-horns that followed him, but at least three times their weight and circumference.
"Find them, or Doomblade will feed us all to that stupid monster!"
Irwin swallowed as he looked up. The hole was at least fifteen feet up, and angry shouts came from below as he heard the Galubs spread out to search for them.
"Ambraz-"