Chapter 380: The Importance of Family
**Fowl’s Point of View**
“There I was, surrounded by almost twenty red skeletons, each taller than Jataic, while the boss, who stood over twenty feet tall, came at me, sword in its bony hand, trying to hack my arms off.”
Fowl rolled across the stone table, knocking off a few mugs, but stood up, one arm held upward, his shield suddenly appearing as he rose.
“With a twist of my hips, I sent the sword to the side, feeling the metal grind against mine, swinging my hammer and causing its armor to crack.”
Cheers came as he mimicked a swing, making a noise that was supposed to sound like such an impact.
“Bah, you didn’t do that!” Batrire shouted from the chair at the edge of the table. “None of your strikes caused its armor to crack!”
“Quiet, woman!” Fowl shot back, winking at her. “Unless you want to get up here and tell everyone how you sit in a chair and read books while I almost die every fight, let me make them enjoy this moment!”
He watched her roll her eyes for a moment before winking at him and then blowing a kiss.
“As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, the metal on its shin began to crack. We traded blows, the smaller skeletons unable to do anything to me, and my amazing defensive abilities easily stopped all their attacks.”