ULTRAMagic Chaos - Chapter 4
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Wynnstan noticed the other arbiters were giving him displeased looks. “What? I didn’t actually blow anything up this time…”
Osbeorn pointed at the desk he had been using. “Really now?”
“Reactions. Nothing but reactions.”
“Isn’t an explosion a type of reaction though?” Razor pointed out.
This warranted a mild glare from Wynnstan. He then approached Razor with an inquisitive look. “And who might you be?”
Tusk cleared his throat. “Well that’s Magnus’ son, Razor.”
It then occurred to the messy arbiter who was standing next to him. “Tusk! Good to see you again!”
“You too, Wynnstan,” he replied as they shook hands and high-fived.
“Sorry to give you the chilly reception, friend,” Wynnstan apologized as he vigorously shook Razor’s hand.
Ealdhelm stepped over to the main podium. “Once Ultimatum arrives with Adelheid and Ulrich, we can really get down to business…” He was interrupted by a bird made of magic dropping a note before him. “Oh? Let’s see what we have here…”
“10 coins says it’s one of the champions,” Wynnstan muttered to Tusk.
“Probably.”
Ealdhelm groaned. “General Raisa Frankenstein appears to be bothering the three.”
“Called it,” Wynnstan announced as he high-fived Mayhem.
“I’ll go help them,” Tusk declared.
“Are you sure about that?” Ealdhelm questioned. “Raisa is quite the handful.”
Before Tusk could speak, Mayhem stepped forward. “Then follow me! Dragutin will get us there in no time.”
“Very well,” Ealdhelm confirmed. “Don’t hesitate to call on us if things get out of hand.”
The two made their way to the courtyard, with Razor tagging along. He was nervous, but also wanted to get in on the action. Standing in the hallway leading outside was a humanoid goat in royal blue clothes. His fur was dark purple, he had golden eyes, his ears and horns were upright, and he held a dark staff with a red stone hovering at the top of it.
“Hey, Tusk. Long time no see.”
“Randalph!” Tusk replied as they gave each other a best friend’s hug. “Geez, haven’t seen you in ages.”
“So where are you guys heading off to?”
“The Droom Outskirts” Mayhem answered. “Apparently Raisa is bothering Ultimatum.”
“That’s no good,” Randalph remarked. “Mind if I tag along?”
Tusk continued to lead the group outside. “Of course. That would improve our chances greatly. Oh, Randalph, this is Razor Scully, Magnus’ son.”
The two shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Razor. I’m Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe. Tusk and I used to be alchemy students and explorers.”
“Yeah, dad and Chief Sigmund have mentioned you before.”
Randalph then looked at the stone arm. “Tusk, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”
“The Lich of Old, Randalph. I am never doing that again.”
“Ah, I see… Good lord, this conflict with The Eternal Order is getting out of hand…”
Dragutin was sitting in the center of the courtyard and readied his wings as the group approached. “I trust that Ealdhelm got the note I saw, Mayhem?”
“Absolutely” he said as he climbed up onto the jabberwock’s back. “To the Droom Outskirts. Also this is Tusk and Razor, two of the people who were watching us at the arena.”
“A pleasure to meet you two,” Dragutin greeted as Tusk got up on his back. “Hopefully your trip to the city went without problems?”
Tusk nodded. “Thankfully, given all the chaos around here at the moment.”
Razor could see that Dragutin did not have enough space on his back, so he began to turn into a wolf. He was stopped by Randalph. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
Randalph pointed to a great bird flying towards them. “There will be no need for running. Here comes Otho…” An eagle as large as Dragutin landed in front of them, with Randalph giving the bird a pet along its head. “Let’s roll, Otho!”
Razor was helped up, but was startled when the bird made a light screech. “What kind of Eagle is this?”
“A void eagle. They are truly amazing birds to behold and tame.”
“Follow me lead, Otho,” Dragutin instructed as he began to take off.
Meanwhile in the Droom Outskirts, Ultimatum was not having a good time. Adelheid and Ulrich were not in any danger, but it was ideal that Raisa did not follow them back to Droomopolis. Ultimatum insisted on handling this, despite Ulrich’s offer to help. Raisa was sixth dimensional and the angel was seventh dimensional. What should have been an easy fight was turning into a real hassle for him, however. Raisa was a lot more persistent than he had initially expected.
Raisa was an unbelievable opponent. Originally a mad scientist’s experiment, she had been appropriated and enhanced by Delphine. The champion had long, large arms lined with spikes and giant, clawed hands. Her skin was like a weird, sludge-like material, and her head looked like it had merged with a bodysuit meant to keep her contained. This was made clear by the fact that her head was sleek and shiny like rubber. She also had a face that had two, glowing, yellow eyes and a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Aside from that strangeness, she also had the body of a typical fit female.
Normally Ultimatum would have dispatched his opponent with ease, but the magic she had access to made winning easier said than done. “Stand still, you slippery miscreant!” he ordered as he fired arrows from a bow of shining starlight.
Raisa was teleporting around, laughing as she did. “Too slow! Close, but no cigar!”
Adelheid straightened out her rather fancy, Victorian-esque coat. “Come now, Ultimatum. Let’s finish this and be on our way.”
“Yes, Discordant Blood…” Ultimatum was knocked back as he said that.
“If you cannot deal with this little wench, what good are you to the ULTRAMagic Guild?”
“Hey, easy, Adelheid,” Ulrich cut in. “He’s doing his best…”
“His best is prolonging this journey, Mr. Sagan. Why were you so insistent on walking when we could have easily teleported to Droomopolis? Surely your time with ENCOM in that strange pocket realm should have taught you the necessity of tact and strategy.”
Ulrich shook his head and chuckled. “Because you don’t get out of your cathedral enough and need the fresh air.” She groaned because she knew Ulrich was right. “Jeez, you sound just like Mads before he properly joined ENCOM.”
Raisa launched a punch at Ultimatum, who blocked it with a shield of light. “Cool! You should join Delphine and teach me that!”
Ultimatum chuckled. “Raincheck, but I’m free on the seventh at seven.”
“So it’s a date then!?” Raisa cackled. “Just don’t bring Adelheid. She’s stinky!”
Adelheid gave Raisa the most violent look imaginable as blood poured from under her coat, forming blades from her arms. “THAT’S IT, CURSE DELPHINE AND HER SMUG FACE! I’M THROTTLING THIS BRAT!”
As Ulrich went to stop Adelheid and calm her down, Dragutin and Otho touched down. Tusk and the others charged in, with the former leading the attack. He had covered his fist in a giant, stone gauntlet of which he used to punch Raisa, sending her flying into an abandoned building. The gauntlet crumbled, but Tusk did not expect it to last. Raisa took a second to get up from the rubble and was laughing as she did.
“That was awesome! Show me how to…” Raisa immediately realized the odds were not in her favor as the entire group approached her. “That’s all, folks!” she said in a comedic tone before running away as fast as she could.
“Good riddance” Adelheid growled as she dispelled her blood.
Ulrich dusted off his office shirt and pants. “It just occurred to me that Raisa doesn’t fully grasp the fact that she’s sixth dimensional now. Delphine should probably work on that, ha. Although I suppose that’s fortunate for us and whatnot.”
Ultimatum breathed a sigh of relief as he straightened out his short, brow hair. “Tusk, good to see you again.”
“I trust you’re not going to bounce on us again, Ultimatum?”
“No, not this time,” he replied with a laugh. “Thanks for the assist, that was incredibly annoying. Situations like that make me question my journey to The Final Azoth sometimes.”
“Hey, Ultimatum!” Razor held out his hand.
“Razor, good to see you again! Is that ULTRAMagic I sense?”
He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes indeed. I’m going to join the guild when we’re done.”
Ultimatum gave a calm, triumphant laugh. “We’ll be happy to have you, Razor.”
Adelheid straightened out her coat, then cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “As fun as this reunion is, gentlemen, we ought to be moving on before the sun sets.” Her critical, ruby eyes were not amused and her dark cherry reflected the twilight orange of the sun.
Ulrich sighed with a laugh. “Don’t mind Adelheid, guys. She’s just cranky over having to go outside for once.” The others laughed while she gave him an annoyed look. “Nice to meet you, Tusk and Razor. Name’s Ulrich Sagan,” Ulrich said as he shook their hands. Despite being a Discordant God, he was dressed rather casually and looked like he worked in an office. He also had a very friendly demeanor, despite also having an air of unease to him. His natural, shiny gray hair was not too strange, but the iridescent-purple eyes with black scleras made him seem unnatural.
Taking a moment to admire the surreal beauty of the setting sun, Ultimatum began walking towards Droomopolis. “Alright, let’s get moving. Lord only knows what else we’ll have to deal with out here.”
As the group walked, Mayhem went ahead with Dragutin and Otho to tell the arbiters the good news. The rest of the journey went on without any interruptions and was quite relaxing as a gentle breeze brushed past them. Razor was concerned about Raisa returning, but Ulrich assured him that was unlikely. Delphine treasured Raisa and would not send her into a situation she could not handle. Razor was impressed by this empathy, wondering what the other Discorant Gods were like. Surely they were not bad people, as Raisa actually seemed quite friendly, all things considered.
Adelheid had been studying Tusk and Razor as they walked, intrigued by their presence. “Tusk, was it? While I appreciate your assistance, are you sure you’re up to the challenge? You got in a lucky shot, but I question whether or not you’re up to par for this conflict.”
Tusk looked bewildered. “That’s a lot of words to ask if I’m ready for this…”
“I can personally assure that Tusk’s a capable mage and alchemist, Discordant Blood,” Randalph vouched.
“Indeed,” she replied in a skeptical tone.
“Well I think you’ll do fine, Tusk,” Ulrich said as he scratched his stubble.
Randalph tapped Tusk’s arm. “You really need to visit Limbo sometime. Grendel has really missed you.”
“Yeah, I probably should. How’s he doing?”
“Great. He’s really perfecting his shapeshifting. In fact, he should be in Droompolis at the moment.”
Razor looked confused. “A shapeshifter?”
“Yes,” Randalph answered. “My homeland moves across Limbo and we picked him up one day when I was but a mere kid becoming a buckling. Grendel is a colony lifeform that my family promptly adopted.”
“Oh, wow. That’s cool.”
Tusk nodded. “Yeah. I think you’ll like him, Razor. He’s a real social butterfly, for better or worse. Randalph, you also need to swing by the forest when you get the chance. The scrolls and tomes I brought back from the Dark Grand Desert are unbelievable.”
“You don’t say,” Randalph replied. “Given the waves your battle sent through the realms, I’d be surprised if they weren’t. Did you happen to find any unique alchemical formulas?”
“Tons…” Tusk picked up a rock and transmuted it into a metallic, purple sphere that appeared to function as a compass. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Just be careful, you two,” Ultimatum cautioned. “The Great Unspeaker has a great deal of forbidden knowledge in his archives.”
Ulrich laughed. “Don’t let Kleitos hear that. He’ll be all over that place like a moth to a flame.”
“Don’t worry, guys,” Tusk said in a reassuring, yet slightly dismissive tone. “Fun is the name of the game for me and Randalph, like that one time we used a grand scroll formula to make an ice cream castle!”
Randalph cleared his throat. “That was his idea. I advised against it.”
Tusk smiled. “True, but we still had fun, didn’t we?”
His friend shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, not going to lie… despite the trouble we got in.”
“See, there you go,” Ulrich stated. “Those who are humble and passionate have nothing to fear from knowledge.”
Adelheid giggled. Tusk was starting to grow on her. “I’ll give you that, Tusk; You’ve certainly got spirit.”
Now it was Razor’s turn to chuckle. “You should have seen him a couple of months ago.” He then stood still, as if mimicking a tree. The others laughed.
The spark in the group’s souls was becoming more apparent to Adelheid, giving her a good impression of who she was dealing with. “Normally I wouldn’t say this so casually, but you certainly seem to have a lot more potential than the rabble that offers their services on the regular…” As she said that, what remained of the Vestergaard knights were in full retreat towards Droomoplis. “See what I mean?”
Ultimatum took a second to process that only three of the seven knights were there. “Dear God! I guess those who boast the loudest have the most to hide…”
Razor looked concerned. “Should we help them?”
Ulrich placed his hand on his shoulder. “Leave them be. This is a lesson they need to learn on their own. It won’t do them any good for us to interfere.”
Tusk nodded. “If we help them now, they’ll potentially think they can rely on us for everything. I’m all for helping people out, but Sir Gebhard sounds like he has some maturing to do.”
Razor nodded in acceptance. “Oh, I see.” He could sense that Tusk was still offended by being called a ‘sapling.’
Next: Chapter 5
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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Wynnstan noticed the other arbiters were giving him displeased looks. “What? I didn’t actually blow anything up this time…”
Osbeorn pointed at the desk he had been using. “Really now?”
“Reactions. Nothing but reactions.”
“Isn’t an explosion a type of reaction though?” Razor pointed out.
This warranted a mild glare from Wynnstan. He then approached Razor with an inquisitive look. “And who might you be?”
Tusk cleared his throat. “Well that’s Magnus’ son, Razor.”
It then occurred to the messy arbiter who was standing next to him. “Tusk! Good to see you again!”
“You too, Wynnstan,” he replied as they shook hands and high-fived.
“Sorry to give you the chilly reception, friend,” Wynnstan apologized as he vigorously shook Razor’s hand.
Ealdhelm stepped over to the main podium. “Once Ultimatum arrives with Adelheid and Ulrich, we can really get down to business…” He was interrupted by a bird made of magic dropping a note before him. “Oh? Let’s see what we have here…”
“10 coins says it’s one of the champions,” Wynnstan muttered to Tusk.
“Probably.”
Ealdhelm groaned. “General Raisa Frankenstein appears to be bothering the three.”
“Called it,” Wynnstan announced as he high-fived Mayhem.
“I’ll go help them,” Tusk declared.
“Are you sure about that?” Ealdhelm questioned. “Raisa is quite the handful.”
Before Tusk could speak, Mayhem stepped forward. “Then follow me! Dragutin will get us there in no time.”
“Very well,” Ealdhelm confirmed. “Don’t hesitate to call on us if things get out of hand.”
The two made their way to the courtyard, with Razor tagging along. He was nervous, but also wanted to get in on the action. Standing in the hallway leading outside was a humanoid goat in royal blue clothes. His fur was dark purple, he had golden eyes, his ears and horns were upright, and he held a dark staff with a red stone hovering at the top of it.
“Hey, Tusk. Long time no see.”
“Randalph!” Tusk replied as they gave each other a best friend’s hug. “Geez, haven’t seen you in ages.”
“So where are you guys heading off to?”
“The Droom Outskirts” Mayhem answered. “Apparently Raisa is bothering Ultimatum.”
“That’s no good,” Randalph remarked. “Mind if I tag along?”
Tusk continued to lead the group outside. “Of course. That would improve our chances greatly. Oh, Randalph, this is Razor Scully, Magnus’ son.”
The two shook hands. “Nice to meet you, Razor. I’m Randalph Theoprastus Scarfe. Tusk and I used to be alchemy students and explorers.”
“Yeah, dad and Chief Sigmund have mentioned you before.”
Randalph then looked at the stone arm. “Tusk, what in the blue blazes happened to your arm?”
“The Lich of Old, Randalph. I am never doing that again.”
“Ah, I see… Good lord, this conflict with The Eternal Order is getting out of hand…”
Dragutin was sitting in the center of the courtyard and readied his wings as the group approached. “I trust that Ealdhelm got the note I saw, Mayhem?”
“Absolutely” he said as he climbed up onto the jabberwock’s back. “To the Droom Outskirts. Also this is Tusk and Razor, two of the people who were watching us at the arena.”
“A pleasure to meet you two,” Dragutin greeted as Tusk got up on his back. “Hopefully your trip to the city went without problems?”
Tusk nodded. “Thankfully, given all the chaos around here at the moment.”
Razor could see that Dragutin did not have enough space on his back, so he began to turn into a wolf. He was stopped by Randalph. “What’s the matter?” he asked.
Randalph pointed to a great bird flying towards them. “There will be no need for running. Here comes Otho…” An eagle as large as Dragutin landed in front of them, with Randalph giving the bird a pet along its head. “Let’s roll, Otho!”
Razor was helped up, but was startled when the bird made a light screech. “What kind of Eagle is this?”
“A void eagle. They are truly amazing birds to behold and tame.”
“Follow me lead, Otho,” Dragutin instructed as he began to take off.
Meanwhile in the Droom Outskirts, Ultimatum was not having a good time. Adelheid and Ulrich were not in any danger, but it was ideal that Raisa did not follow them back to Droomopolis. Ultimatum insisted on handling this, despite Ulrich’s offer to help. Raisa was sixth dimensional and the angel was seventh dimensional. What should have been an easy fight was turning into a real hassle for him, however. Raisa was a lot more persistent than he had initially expected.
Raisa was an unbelievable opponent. Originally a mad scientist’s experiment, she had been appropriated and enhanced by Delphine. The champion had long, large arms lined with spikes and giant, clawed hands. Her skin was like a weird, sludge-like material, and her head looked like it had merged with a bodysuit meant to keep her contained. This was made clear by the fact that her head was sleek and shiny like rubber. She also had a face that had two, glowing, yellow eyes and a mouth full of shark-like teeth. Aside from that strangeness, she also had the body of a typical fit female.
Normally Ultimatum would have dispatched his opponent with ease, but the magic she had access to made winning easier said than done. “Stand still, you slippery miscreant!” he ordered as he fired arrows from a bow of shining starlight.
Raisa was teleporting around, laughing as she did. “Too slow! Close, but no cigar!”
Adelheid straightened out her rather fancy, Victorian-esque coat. “Come now, Ultimatum. Let’s finish this and be on our way.”
“Yes, Discordant Blood…” Ultimatum was knocked back as he said that.
“If you cannot deal with this little wench, what good are you to the ULTRAMagic Guild?”
“Hey, easy, Adelheid,” Ulrich cut in. “He’s doing his best…”
“His best is prolonging this journey, Mr. Sagan. Why were you so insistent on walking when we could have easily teleported to Droomopolis? Surely your time with ENCOM in that strange pocket realm should have taught you the necessity of tact and strategy.”
Ulrich shook his head and chuckled. “Because you don’t get out of your cathedral enough and need the fresh air.” She groaned because she knew Ulrich was right. “Jeez, you sound just like Mads before he properly joined ENCOM.”
Raisa launched a punch at Ultimatum, who blocked it with a shield of light. “Cool! You should join Delphine and teach me that!”
Ultimatum chuckled. “Raincheck, but I’m free on the seventh at seven.”
“So it’s a date then!?” Raisa cackled. “Just don’t bring Adelheid. She’s stinky!”
Adelheid gave Raisa the most violent look imaginable as blood poured from under her coat, forming blades from her arms. “THAT’S IT, CURSE DELPHINE AND HER SMUG FACE! I’M THROTTLING THIS BRAT!”
As Ulrich went to stop Adelheid and calm her down, Dragutin and Otho touched down. Tusk and the others charged in, with the former leading the attack. He had covered his fist in a giant, stone gauntlet of which he used to punch Raisa, sending her flying into an abandoned building. The gauntlet crumbled, but Tusk did not expect it to last. Raisa took a second to get up from the rubble and was laughing as she did.
“That was awesome! Show me how to…” Raisa immediately realized the odds were not in her favor as the entire group approached her. “That’s all, folks!” she said in a comedic tone before running away as fast as she could.
“Good riddance” Adelheid growled as she dispelled her blood.
Ulrich dusted off his office shirt and pants. “It just occurred to me that Raisa doesn’t fully grasp the fact that she’s sixth dimensional now. Delphine should probably work on that, ha. Although I suppose that’s fortunate for us and whatnot.”
Ultimatum breathed a sigh of relief as he straightened out his short, brow hair. “Tusk, good to see you again.”
“I trust you’re not going to bounce on us again, Ultimatum?”
“No, not this time,” he replied with a laugh. “Thanks for the assist, that was incredibly annoying. Situations like that make me question my journey to The Final Azoth sometimes.”
“Hey, Ultimatum!” Razor held out his hand.
“Razor, good to see you again! Is that ULTRAMagic I sense?”
He nodded with enthusiasm. “Yes indeed. I’m going to join the guild when we’re done.”
Ultimatum gave a calm, triumphant laugh. “We’ll be happy to have you, Razor.”
Adelheid straightened out her coat, then cleared her throat, getting everyone’s attention. “As fun as this reunion is, gentlemen, we ought to be moving on before the sun sets.” Her critical, ruby eyes were not amused and her dark cherry reflected the twilight orange of the sun.
Ulrich sighed with a laugh. “Don’t mind Adelheid, guys. She’s just cranky over having to go outside for once.” The others laughed while she gave him an annoyed look. “Nice to meet you, Tusk and Razor. Name’s Ulrich Sagan,” Ulrich said as he shook their hands. Despite being a Discordant God, he was dressed rather casually and looked like he worked in an office. He also had a very friendly demeanor, despite also having an air of unease to him. His natural, shiny gray hair was not too strange, but the iridescent-purple eyes with black scleras made him seem unnatural.
Taking a moment to admire the surreal beauty of the setting sun, Ultimatum began walking towards Droomopolis. “Alright, let’s get moving. Lord only knows what else we’ll have to deal with out here.”
As the group walked, Mayhem went ahead with Dragutin and Otho to tell the arbiters the good news. The rest of the journey went on without any interruptions and was quite relaxing as a gentle breeze brushed past them. Razor was concerned about Raisa returning, but Ulrich assured him that was unlikely. Delphine treasured Raisa and would not send her into a situation she could not handle. Razor was impressed by this empathy, wondering what the other Discorant Gods were like. Surely they were not bad people, as Raisa actually seemed quite friendly, all things considered.
Adelheid had been studying Tusk and Razor as they walked, intrigued by their presence. “Tusk, was it? While I appreciate your assistance, are you sure you’re up to the challenge? You got in a lucky shot, but I question whether or not you’re up to par for this conflict.”
Tusk looked bewildered. “That’s a lot of words to ask if I’m ready for this…”
“I can personally assure that Tusk’s a capable mage and alchemist, Discordant Blood,” Randalph vouched.
“Indeed,” she replied in a skeptical tone.
“Well I think you’ll do fine, Tusk,” Ulrich said as he scratched his stubble.
Randalph tapped Tusk’s arm. “You really need to visit Limbo sometime. Grendel has really missed you.”
“Yeah, I probably should. How’s he doing?”
“Great. He’s really perfecting his shapeshifting. In fact, he should be in Droompolis at the moment.”
Razor looked confused. “A shapeshifter?”
“Yes,” Randalph answered. “My homeland moves across Limbo and we picked him up one day when I was but a mere kid becoming a buckling. Grendel is a colony lifeform that my family promptly adopted.”
“Oh, wow. That’s cool.”
Tusk nodded. “Yeah. I think you’ll like him, Razor. He’s a real social butterfly, for better or worse. Randalph, you also need to swing by the forest when you get the chance. The scrolls and tomes I brought back from the Dark Grand Desert are unbelievable.”
“You don’t say,” Randalph replied. “Given the waves your battle sent through the realms, I’d be surprised if they weren’t. Did you happen to find any unique alchemical formulas?”
“Tons…” Tusk picked up a rock and transmuted it into a metallic, purple sphere that appeared to function as a compass. “And this is just the tip of the iceberg.”
“Just be careful, you two,” Ultimatum cautioned. “The Great Unspeaker has a great deal of forbidden knowledge in his archives.”
Ulrich laughed. “Don’t let Kleitos hear that. He’ll be all over that place like a moth to a flame.”
“Don’t worry, guys,” Tusk said in a reassuring, yet slightly dismissive tone. “Fun is the name of the game for me and Randalph, like that one time we used a grand scroll formula to make an ice cream castle!”
Randalph cleared his throat. “That was his idea. I advised against it.”
Tusk smiled. “True, but we still had fun, didn’t we?”
His friend shook his head and chuckled. “Yeah, not going to lie… despite the trouble we got in.”
“See, there you go,” Ulrich stated. “Those who are humble and passionate have nothing to fear from knowledge.”
Adelheid giggled. Tusk was starting to grow on her. “I’ll give you that, Tusk; You’ve certainly got spirit.”
Now it was Razor’s turn to chuckle. “You should have seen him a couple of months ago.” He then stood still, as if mimicking a tree. The others laughed.
The spark in the group’s souls was becoming more apparent to Adelheid, giving her a good impression of who she was dealing with. “Normally I wouldn’t say this so casually, but you certainly seem to have a lot more potential than the rabble that offers their services on the regular…” As she said that, what remained of the Vestergaard knights were in full retreat towards Droomoplis. “See what I mean?”
Ultimatum took a second to process that only three of the seven knights were there. “Dear God! I guess those who boast the loudest have the most to hide…”
Razor looked concerned. “Should we help them?”
Ulrich placed his hand on his shoulder. “Leave them be. This is a lesson they need to learn on their own. It won’t do them any good for us to interfere.”
Tusk nodded. “If we help them now, they’ll potentially think they can rely on us for everything. I’m all for helping people out, but Sir Gebhard sounds like he has some maturing to do.”
Razor nodded in acceptance. “Oh, I see.” He could sense that Tusk was still offended by being called a ‘sapling.’
Next: Chapter 5
ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)
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