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| Brog'lac the Arch- Orc Shaman |
so the courage actually comes from
his own confidence. Like the saying, I
feel so young even though I’m so old.
He stares straight at the
big-headed, narrow-minded orc and says loudly and clearly, ‘Wrong. If Rael
dies, I will be the cleverest man in Aurelia, and you must defeat a thousand,
no, a million more clever men to become the number one. Brog’lac, the King of
Fools: that suits you more.’
The orc grunts, saying, ‘Tchah! And
you, old man deserves that title for fooling yourself by acting high and
mighty. I’ll teach you the last lesson of your life: Don’t mess up with me, old
man, whatever your name is, ‘cause I’m way too clever for you!’
‘The name is Eidos Crydias, you
scantily informed scum! You might want to remember that on your way to fool’s
hell!’
Brog’lac points his bident at
Eidos, challenging, ‘Before that, I’ll see what you got besides a flying
chakram and a big mouth, Kudos.’
‘Eidos!’
‘Whatever. Now for the first lesson
– dodge this! An Voltar’me Shuryv!’
CRACKLLE! A Lightning Bolt travels in super speed towards the target, and Eidos
already prepares a defensive counterspell!
‘Chrono
Langst!’
The Time Slow spell actually works on other spells too! The bolt
travels much slower, slow enough for Eidos to dodge it fully, pump his aura and
cast!
‘Megalon
Zathr!’
FWOOM! FWOOM! Like rain comes the Meteor Shower, a threat so powerful even
for those with wings. Brog’lac runs here and there, trying to dodge the falling
fire-rocks and tries to block one. CLUUNK! The electrically reinforced bident
blocks the meteor, and the impact is so hard that the bident almost falls from
its master’s grip.
Brog’lac grits his teeth in pain.
His hands feel numb and shaky altogether. Still, he forcefully boosts his aura
to the max and...
‘Vare
Voltar’me Tyral!’
CRACKKLE!! CRACCCKLEE!!
Now comes an attack similar to Meteor Shower direction-wise wtih a
different element and intensity: Thunderstorm.
The lightning bolts are more numerous, faster and harder to dodge, though
each has a lesser force than a meteor.
The seasoned chronomage, of course,
casts a quick counterspell: ‘Chronoblitz!’
on himself and his movements become considerably faster.
SWISH! SWISH! Eidos dodges each and
every bolt gracefully like a dancing ballerina – well, not exactly, because it
will make him look silly – and his face stays calm and focus. One mistake, and
he’ll get the shock of the lifetime.
The orc’s eyes are bloodshot with
anger. With a roar, he adds some more force into his spell, ‘Amplifor!’
CRRACKKKLEEE!! CRAC-CRAC-CRACKLEE!!
The Thunderstorm bolts get thicker, faster, stronger than before. The
impact area gets wider and wider, hitting friend and foe alike, though they
have tried to stay far away from the dueling magicians.
ZAP! One thunder bolt hits Eidos’
chakram. The electric current spreads through the chakram on Eidos’ hand, so,
‘Eeowch!’ the chakram falls from his hand.
‘Haha, who’s the cleverer one now,
huh?’ Brog’lac’s smile widens with glee. ‘You are defenseless, and now you die!
HEAAHH!!’
The orc shaman withdraws the Thunderstorm by absorbing the excess
mana with his bident and points the weapon again at the old Parthenian!
‘An
Voltar’me Fyasch!’
Again, Brog’lac shots a Lightning Blast at his opponent. Without
his chakram, Eidos can’t block ant the blast is too quick for Eidos to evade,
even in a hastened state, and...
TCHWIPPP!! The old vanishes before
the lightning touches him! The orc’s face changes like, he can’t believe his
eyes.
‘H-how come?’ says Brog’lac to
himself.
‘Think fast!’ Suddenly, Eidos
reappears behind him, grabs the chakram on the ground next to the orc and spins
it horizontally to split the mean, green geezer’s torso in two!
CRRASSH!!
‘AGGHKKK!’ The orc shaman steps
back reactively, and the chakram grazes his robe and stomach! Brog’lac touches
his stomach to check. The wound is not deep, but blood keeps coming out.
Without a proper treatment, he will die from loss of blood. He has lost his
arm, his pride, and now all he got is his life – he can’t afford to lose it.
With a life, he has a chance to restore his honor with his one hand. He can’t
die here and now.
‘You’ll pay for this next time we
meet, Kudos Phidias!’ The orc runs away.
‘The name’s EIDOS CRYDIAS!’ The
chronomage protests and chases him, and abruptly stops in his tracks.
‘Whatever!’ Only Brog’lac’s voice
comes as he is lost fro Eidos’ sight in the heat of the battle.
The old Parthenian takes out a
spirit potion, drinks the whole vial in one gulp and murmurs, ‘That’s the last
of it. What a troublesome orc, the reason why I hate to be in this war from the
start. Ooh, my poor old bones...’
It seems the effect of the Ring of
Courage has already been deactivated, and it must ‘self-recharge’ again before
it can come into any use.
