100-Word Challenge, Day 321


“Well I wasn’t going to miss out on all of this fun,” he says as he stabs a goblin in the stomach.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” I say.

“I don’t know about okay, but I’m well enough to handle these vermin.” His daggers are a whirlwind of death to his enemies. He stabs and cuts at will, nimbly dancing away from the longer blades and cudgels of the goblin horde. “There seems to be a lot of them.”

“Yes, I didn’t expect the wizard to summon so many.” I continue to butcher the goblins, re-energized by the appearance of Julius.

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100-Word Challenge, Day 320


“Apage!” The shout from behind me breaks through the cacophony as an arrow through the air. It is laced with power: ancient magic that has an immediate effect. The goblins surrounding me, both dead and alive, are flung back toward the tunnel. The pause in the onslaught is brief, but long enough for me to regain my footing. “Be careful, Justin,” Julius says as he steps over the head of a fallen goblin to stand beside me, “the blood is impossible to get out of your clothes.”

“I thought you were still in bed,” I say as I decapitate the first goblin brave enough to charge again.

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100-Day Challenge, Day 319


The corpses of goblins pile up around me yet they continue to come. I am a boulder in the middle of a river and I do little more than disrupt the flow of enemies as they rush past. I had not expected so many. I hope the elves are able to hold their own. I have never fought against or beside and elf before, but I remember hearing that they could be fierce opponents. I say a little prayer asking that it be true.

Filthy goblin blades nick and cut me, slowly sapping my strength as I fight the endless mass. I dispatch another pair before I step on a blood slick arm and stumble backwards into the mound of corpses. There is barely a pause before the others pounce on me.

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100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three


CHAPTER THREE

 

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“Did you feel him, Neville?” Robert shouted as he flung open the doors and strode into the boardroom. Twenty faces turned to stare at him, all of them shocked by the loud interruption.

“Robert, please keep it down for a moment. We’ll talk after the meeting is done,” responded Neville with a wave of his hand indicating the well-dressed individuals sitting around the long oval table. His face was calm and impossible to read by any of the people indicated, but the flash in his eyes told Robert exactly how irritated his oldest friend really was. Continue reading “100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three”

100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three


CHAPTER THREE

 

A 4th floor conference room (the "Board R...
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“Did you feel him, Neville?” Robert shouted as he flung open the doors and strode into the boardroom. Twenty faces turned to stare at him, all of them shocked by the loud interruption.

“Robert, please keep it down for a moment. We’ll talk after the meeting is done,” responded Neville with a wave of his hand indicating the well-dressed individuals sitting around the long oval table. His face was calm and impossible to read by any of the people indicated, but the flash in his eyes told Robert exactly how irritated his oldest friend really was. Continue reading “100-Word Challenge: Chapter Three”

100-Day Challenge, Day 318


 

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A horde of short, grey skinned humanoids exploded from the tunnel with a chorus of shrieks and screams. Goblins. I detest the foul things.

I step from my cover and swing the elf forged blade with ease. It slices clean through the goblin closest to me, leaving his bifurcated corpse twitching at my feet. I have no time to be pleased with my work or the brilliance of the blade. The first is replaced by a dozen more and I must focus all of my thought and effort on the fight. The more I kill the more my past comes back to me. Long forgotten skills are awakened and goblins die by the score for it.

 

 

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100-Day Challenge, Day 318


 

Goblin
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A horde of short, grey skinned humanoids exploded from the tunnel with a chorus of shrieks and screams. Goblins. I detest the foul things.

I step from my cover and swing the elf forged blade with ease. It slices clean through the goblin closest to me, leaving his bifurcated corpse twitching at my feet. I have no time to be pleased with my work or the brilliance of the blade. The first is replaced by a dozen more and I must focus all of my thought and effort on the fight. The more I kill the more my past comes back to me. Long forgotten skills are awakened and goblins die by the score for it.

 

 

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