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“What the hell is that thing?!”
It was worth the pain in his throat, just to voice his horror over the monster they had unwittingly woken up. It was big, had a reptilian maw as wide as Walter’s head, wore something that may have once resembled leather armor, and wielded a rusted-over sword and shield.
It was some sort of skeletal lizardman.
“Grave!”
A stone spire erupted from the ground, ramming right into the skeletal creature and sending it into the air. Walter backed away, hearing Norma shuffling even faster behind him as the lizardman-- landed?
A skeleton with a sense of balance. Great.
“Wally, stop daydreaming!”
The warning was unnecessary, but Walter was not able to say as much with a sword suddenly baring down on him. His fingertips glowed fiercely, and he caught the monster’s hand and tried to disarm it. His efforts were hampered by Norma’s numerous Fire Walls giving out, plunging the room into darkness.
“Norma!” Walter couldn’t afford to waste his breath, but losing sight of the lizardman could very well mean losing his head next.
“Fire Wall!”
The Ferines cursed inwardly as fire flared up before his eyes, shielding his face and hurrying away from the erected spell that Norma had thrown between him and the monster. He rasped for breath, coughing onto the back of his hand noisily. “Did that-- Did that work?”
For a full moment, there was nothing except their breathing and the crackle of magical fire.
And then the lizardman marched through the spell.
On fire.
“Er… Guess it didn’t,” Norma managed. It was obvious by her tone that she was just a little flabbergasted about what to do next. When in doubt… “Go go go, Wally!”
“It’s on fire,” Walter protested in a half-strained whisper, backing away from the undead creature and turning enough to glare at Norma. “This is your fault; you do something!”
“Hey, who is the master around here? You’ve gotta do what I-- eeeaah!” Norma stopped as she felt something displace the air behind her, spinning around to see another bone lizardman. She had barely missed the club that had been aimed to strike her across the back. “Where the heck did you come from?!”
“Less talking, more--” A cough strangled out the last part of Walter’s sentence, and he hissed as he instead focused on a spell. “Aqua Edge!”
A disc of water spun into existence, smacking into the lizardman directly in front of the blond and dousing a good portion of the fire. Ignoring Norma’s plight in favor of his, Walter lunged at the lizardman and sent them both flying into the pillars of magic fire.
“Stupid, stupid…” Norma muttered repeatedly, risking a glance over to where her companion had disappeared. She danced out of the way as the undead lizardman swung its sword at her, one hand glowing as she pulled together another Grave eres.
And another. And another.
And then a Fire Wall, since the last one was beginning to die out.
“Hah! Take that! Try to keep me from whatever you’re hiding and you’ll get smashed!”
The lizardman skeleton clearly wasn’t meant to take so much abuse; the third Grave eres had shattered its torso and decimated its legs, sparing the treasure hunter further grief as she cheered herself over the victory. Looking away from the magical fire, Norma listened for any sounds from Walter before moving around at all. Familiar, unsteady rasping could be heard just beyond the light of the Fire Wall.
Throwing out another Fire Wall to help her see around, Norma marched over to where the boy was catching his breath on the floor. She leaned over, giving him a smile and patting his turbaned head. “Good job, Wally; you're the best apprentice I've ever had! C’mon! Let’s take a look around now.”
Walter could only glare weakly after Norma as she headed off to the hole she had blown into the far wall earlier. Wiping at his mouth distractedly, he muttered under his breath as he followed after his enthusiastic ‘master.’
“I hate treasure hunting.”
It was worth the pain in his throat, just to voice his horror over the monster they had unwittingly woken up. It was big, had a reptilian maw as wide as Walter’s head, wore something that may have once resembled leather armor, and wielded a rusted-over sword and shield.
It was some sort of skeletal lizardman.
“Grave!”
A stone spire erupted from the ground, ramming right into the skeletal creature and sending it into the air. Walter backed away, hearing Norma shuffling even faster behind him as the lizardman-- landed?
A skeleton with a sense of balance. Great.
“Wally, stop daydreaming!”
The warning was unnecessary, but Walter was not able to say as much with a sword suddenly baring down on him. His fingertips glowed fiercely, and he caught the monster’s hand and tried to disarm it. His efforts were hampered by Norma’s numerous Fire Walls giving out, plunging the room into darkness.
“Norma!” Walter couldn’t afford to waste his breath, but losing sight of the lizardman could very well mean losing his head next.
“Fire Wall!”
The Ferines cursed inwardly as fire flared up before his eyes, shielding his face and hurrying away from the erected spell that Norma had thrown between him and the monster. He rasped for breath, coughing onto the back of his hand noisily. “Did that-- Did that work?”
For a full moment, there was nothing except their breathing and the crackle of magical fire.
And then the lizardman marched through the spell.
On fire.
“Er… Guess it didn’t,” Norma managed. It was obvious by her tone that she was just a little flabbergasted about what to do next. When in doubt… “Go go go, Wally!”
“It’s on fire,” Walter protested in a half-strained whisper, backing away from the undead creature and turning enough to glare at Norma. “This is your fault; you do something!”
“Hey, who is the master around here? You’ve gotta do what I-- eeeaah!” Norma stopped as she felt something displace the air behind her, spinning around to see another bone lizardman. She had barely missed the club that had been aimed to strike her across the back. “Where the heck did you come from?!”
“Less talking, more--” A cough strangled out the last part of Walter’s sentence, and he hissed as he instead focused on a spell. “Aqua Edge!”
A disc of water spun into existence, smacking into the lizardman directly in front of the blond and dousing a good portion of the fire. Ignoring Norma’s plight in favor of his, Walter lunged at the lizardman and sent them both flying into the pillars of magic fire.
“Stupid, stupid…” Norma muttered repeatedly, risking a glance over to where her companion had disappeared. She danced out of the way as the undead lizardman swung its sword at her, one hand glowing as she pulled together another Grave eres.
And another. And another.
And then a Fire Wall, since the last one was beginning to die out.
“Hah! Take that! Try to keep me from whatever you’re hiding and you’ll get smashed!”
The lizardman skeleton clearly wasn’t meant to take so much abuse; the third Grave eres had shattered its torso and decimated its legs, sparing the treasure hunter further grief as she cheered herself over the victory. Looking away from the magical fire, Norma listened for any sounds from Walter before moving around at all. Familiar, unsteady rasping could be heard just beyond the light of the Fire Wall.
Throwing out another Fire Wall to help her see around, Norma marched over to where the boy was catching his breath on the floor. She leaned over, giving him a smile and patting his turbaned head. “Good job, Wally; you're the best apprentice I've ever had! C’mon! Let’s take a look around now.”
Walter could only glare weakly after Norma as she headed off to the hole she had blown into the far wall earlier. Wiping at his mouth distractedly, he muttered under his breath as he followed after his enthusiastic ‘master.’
“I hate treasure hunting.”
