Book 6. Chapter 31: On the road
Bootsteps were left behind each step I took in the charred vale, the carbon under me making a perfect impression and the lack of wind here left them undisturbed. The heavy weight of the armor coupled with Drakonis’s own weight on my back made those impressions deep.
“You ever think about going on a diet?” I asked my passenger.
“Shut up Winterscar.” Drakonis hissed. “It’s your fault I’ve got no power and deep in the shit.”
“Oh, my bad.” I said. “I’ll just let myself get stabbed next time. Happens more often than you think.”
He was quiet for all of three seconds. “For a clan knight, you’ve got the fattest mouth I’ve ever seen. Aren’t you supposed to be some emotionless killing machine?”
“Wouldn’t it be heard?”
“What?”
Up ahead, I finally caught sight of something different than charred trees. Namely stumps of charred trees, as if something big had smashed it’s way through. Something big and floating a foot above ground, occasionally slamming down through it on terrain inconsistencies. “‘The fattest mouth you’ve ever heard.’ Helmet covers my face, so you’ve never technically seen me at all.” I said, as I changed directions and began to follow the trail of destruction.
“Are you this insufferable with everyone you meet?”