Chapter 14: Kiss of the Ram
When Willow came back she had an entourage. Two men Francis recognized as knights followed behind her. They had the same shaven heads and close cropped black beards Auldric's men sported. He saw the look they were giving her, and he didn't like it. There were shitbirds like that in every military.
They were taller than Willow, but not as big as him. They were also wearing swords and daggers on their belts. Francis stood up and intercepted them, grabbing his beer from Willow as she passed by. He held the tankard in his left hand. Relativity lay propped up in the corner giving off murderous vibes.
“Howdy.” Francis said, surprised to see Willow take up a position on his left. They squared off against the two knights. “My name's Francis.”
“What, you're going to run to your fruity mage boyfriend?” The first knight ignored Francis and talked at Willow. “I just asked if you wanted to join us for a drink.”
Men like that always traveled in pairs because they had a half brain cell each and needed to share. The other one took his turn with the braincell. He pointed at Relativity. “I've heard of wizards' staffs having knobs on the end, but ribbons are new. This one must be a bit light in the sandals.” He gave his friend the cue to laugh.
“Oh I'll bet you know all about other men's staffs.” Francis chirped back, cutting their laughter off. “I bet you're real popular on cold nights and long patrols.”
The knights looked at one another. That wasn't how wizards were supposed to talk.
Francis continued. “So how about this, you two chuckle dicks fuck off. Or, I'll shove that staff, which does have a knob in the end, so far up your ass I could stick it in the ground and use you for a scarecrow?” Francis took a pull from his beer and looked at the tankard. “This is a damn fine brew.”
“You think you can just threaten us?” The first knight asked, his face going beet red.
“No, of course not.” Francis replied. “I can do a lot more than threaten.”
“Come on. Let the wizard keep his pet goat.” Said the second one, right before all hell broke loose.
“Don't call me a goat, fuck boy.” Willow said in Grunt.
Francis felt a change in the air as she changed her stance. Willow was lowering her head, angling her horns at the second knight. The system touched his mind.
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