Chapter 52: Blood and Guts
“What the hell?! What the hell was that?!” shouted Havard, horrified by the sudden deaths and splattered remains of his men. Some were crying out, still alive, having only been caught on the edges of the massive bite.
It would’ve been a mercy for them to have died instantly to the bite.
Unfortunately, Zarian couldn’t repeat the second part of the multi-spell folktale combo again. It all had to stream from beginning to end or he had to reset.
The quagmire disappeared, returning the floor to stone.
Zarian didn’t bother using the spell again. He walked briskly forward while the bandits were still reeling from the sudden mass deaths.
“Gilbert, Loner, keep the others off me,” Zarian said over his shoulder.
“It was you, wasn’t it? You bastard! Do us all a favor and die!” Havard swung the heavy metal ball around on his chain. He hurled the ball hard, aiming to crush Zarian’s head.
A pillar of darkness rose next to Zarian and deflected the heavy ball away. Two spikes thrusting from the floor crossed over each other, trapping the ball and chain as it tangled up with the dark conjurings.
Havard let go of his weapon. He lunged at Zarian and reached out with both hands like the mighty paws of a predator.