“Mummy is back?” Jirot asked her grandmother, while stuffing a potato into her mouth, biting the soft vegetable, before holding it up for her grandmother to sprinkle more salt, then guiding it to her brother’s mouth.

  “She will return ter,” Sonarot said, rubbing the girl’s back. “Your father will return with your mother.”

  “I do not like daddy,” the girl replied, her head darting away.

  Konarot raised her brows towards her grandmother, waiting to see what she would do, Jirot also waiting.

  “Do you love daddy?” Sonarot asked, trying to catch the girl at her own game.

  Jirot huffed, smirking slightly.

  “I love daddy,” little Jarot said, his sister a bite of the potato, having had their other nana sprinkle salt oato.

  “Daddy is smelly boy!” Jirot decred, cag loudly.

  No one could deny that Jirot was Adam’s daughter, for the trouble she caused was no doubt ied from her father. Indeed, for while Jirot caused some slight trouble for her family, Adam caused slightly more trouble for his wife.

  The dance of death had begun.

  Viander Harrison charged forward, bringing his bde against the devilkin before him, striking dhly against her shield, cttering against it harshly as his bde fshed white hot with divine magic. Jaygak winced, her shield battered aside, but she spun on her heel and swung her owowards the Viander, who deflected her bde almost effortlessly.

  Harrison heard someone drop behind him. “Do you see that, Iyrman?” He asked, catg her bde, turning slightly to allow her to see. “Your panion is already down.” His eyes darted to the side, aed the familiar appearance of the heavily armoured Senior on the floor, with her arm and sword a few metres away.

  “I’m not so weak that you look away while fighting me!” Jaygak shouted, urging herself forward, causing the Viao step back. She inhaled deeply, pushing away the ache with her tough spirit, stepping forward to exge more blows with the Viander, her bde glowing brightly.

  Jurot had charged forward, his skin a deep, hot red, and as he cshed with the Senior, Phantom slipped through at the elbow and cut through. As Phantom’s magic sparked to life, it struck through the Senior’s mind. Her eyes rolled bato her head as she fell to the earth.

  ‘By the Divine!’ Another Senior thought, and he swiftly turo face Jurot, whose attention was focused on another, a Warrior who had dared to engage him. The Senior’s bde struck harshly against Jurot’s shoulder, with enough force to kill the st Senior. Yet, as his bde fshed white hot with holy magics, Jurot’s head turo face the Senior, while a Warrior cttered against his shield.

  ‘How terrifying!’ the Warrior of the Thousand Hunts thought, her heart pounding within her chest. He had just seen the Iyrman almost kill one of the Seniors who had trained her, and take a blow through the shoulder that would have killed her certainly, ahe Iyrman stood, tall and proud, and red with rage.

  The other Warrior’s bde shook as he faced off against the Iyrman, and though they were a Senior and two Warriainst the Iyrman, the fear had taken root withirio.

  Kitool almost shouted for Jaygak as she leapt into battle, only to realise she reoccupied with the Viander. She spuaff around herself, before stepping forward to face the st of the Seniors, her Tigerstaff like a storm as it cttered off against the Senior’s armour.

  ‘How vicious!’ the Senior thought, ready to t a spell, only to find his body freezing in pce as the staff struck him within his throat. He couldn’t even cough as the staff rained down upon his body, threatening to break his bones. By the time Kitool’s onsught was dohe heavily armoured Senior fell, unscious, uo even mutter a spell.

  “Senior!” shouted the pair of Warriors in utter shock, the pair hammering heavy blows against the woman, barely caught by her staff, yet the divine magic flooded through the young woman, causio drop to a knee.

  ‘I o-,’ Kitool thought, before she tilted her head, though the ft side of the bde struck her against her skull, and she dropped.

  Amokan’s bde threateo tear through one of the Warrior’s pte armour, denting it with such force that the Warrior coughed out, only to find the shadow of anreat bde strike across her helmet, denting it against her skull as she dropped to the floor, her body limp.

  “Kitool has been knocked down,” Amokan joked, while the single Warrinced between the pair in utter shock. “Do you wish to assist her.”

  “Is it needed?” Timojin replied, casually walking away while the Warrior mao strike Amokan’s side, only to find his skin was almost like iron.

  Jaygak fought the Viander.

  That left ten.

  One had fallen to Jurot, and three had goo him, a Senior and two Warriors.

  That left six.

  Kitool had dropped a Senior, and found herself surrounded by three Warriors, who ended up downing her.

  That left two.

  Amokan and Timojin knocked out a Warriether, choosing to thin out the numbers, before duelling. One remained with Amokan, as Timojin walked over towards Kitool to support her side.

  That left none.

  None had gone for the young man in the purple pte armour, who wore an amulet of obsidian, that of the Iyr’s Baktu. He riest of Death, or so they thought.

  Adam’s entire body remaiill and tense. He inhaled deeply, and as he exhaled, his entire body rexed. His body tingled lightly.

  Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)(Fnking)D20 + 11 = 16 (5)D20 + 11 = 23 (12)Hit!Wraith: 3 -> 2Mana: 25 -> 24Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 26 (2, 2)(2, 4)(2, 5)26 damage!

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)(Fnking)D20 + 11 = 15 (4)D20 + 11 = 17 (6)Miss!

  Onward Soar: 1 -> 0

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)(Fnking)D20 + 11 = 18 (17)D20 + 11 = 19 (18)Hit!Wraith: 2 -> 1Mana: 24 -> 23Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 33 (4, 6)(2, 4)(2, 6)33 damage!

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Advantage)(Fnking)D20 + 11 = 14 (3)D20 + 11 = 20 (9)Hit!Wraith: 1 -> 0Mana: 23 -> 22Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 29 (2, 4)(3, 4)(3, 4) 29 damage!

  Mana: 22 -> 21Spell: Healing Word1D6 + 3 = 6 (3)

  Wraith cut through the air with a heightened focus, and though the Warrior caught Wraith with her bde, the axe struck against her helmet, almost slipping through the visor. The chill of Wraith and the heat of the holy magi through her as she tried to defend herself with her greatsword, but she fell to the earth, her entire body twitg before it fell limp.

  “You!” a Warrior shouted, aiming his bde towards Adam, though he stepped back as Wrath struck his bde harshly, his arms shivering as he tried to defend himself, the chill a filling him.

  “Kitool, get up,” Adam called, his voice full of life, his amulet glowing lightly as he called forth Kitool to rise.

  The Iyrman’s eyes darted open as the memories flooded into her mind, the wetness against the side of her head flowing against her short hair.

  As the Senior and Warriors tried to attack the Iyrman, the viciousness of his bde forced them away. The third, the Warriors, mao pierce through Jurot’s other shoulder, and as thunder exploded around them from the magics imbued within his sword, he froze. His eyes met Jurot’s, which were pure white, his face still red with rage, the savage somehow scious still.

  ‘Mother, have mercy.’

  Harrison could barely keep his attention upon the se as Jaygak and he cshed. Within moments, two Seniors and two Warriors had fallen, and though they had managed great blows against one of the Iyrmen, he was still up. He could already sehe resolve of his panions begin to shatter, even though his fighting still inspired his panions onward.

  “Forward!” Viander Harrison shouted, striking the Iyrman before him viciously, threatening to break her shield arm with the force of his bde. “Do not let the wiess within your heart!”

  Jaygak winced, raising her shield to deflect the heavy blows, and she could feel her mind begin to wander as the bess seeped into her vision.

  “Kitool!” Jaygak shouted, her words pierg through the air, through the sound of bat. “How could you fall before me?” Jaygak ughed, twisting herself, the bde gng off her pauldron, while her owruck through the side of the Viander’s knee, managing to draw blood as she struck true, causing Harrison to stumble backwards.

  Kitool’s ears twitched and she inhaled deeply, spinning her bde around herself as she strue of the Warrior’s weakly, catg his attention, before she held her staff in front of her, ready to trade blows. As she inhaled, a bde forced its way into her shoulder, and though she mao pull back before it could slip in too deep, but the divine magic which fshed against her shoulder caused her to fall once more.

  “Step back!” the Warrior warned, pointing his bde towards the woman’s neck, a a shadow blurred from the er of his vision. As he raised his shoulder to deflect it, the helmet flew off his head, as he dropped his bde and fell.

  Amokan didn’t even try to catch the bde as it headed for his neck, but his bde almost bisected the Warrior in half, the Warrior’s body crumpling like paper as he dropped.

  “I son my oath, I shall destroy this wiess,” the Warrior said, trying to csh with Adam, though the crimson shield deflected the heavy blows.

  Mana: 21 -> 20Spell: Healing Word1D6 + 3 = 6 (3)

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Fnking)D20 + 11 = 18 (7)Hit!Mana: 20 -> 19Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 19 (1, 4)(2, 3) 19 damage!

  Attack - Wizard’s Axe (Fnking)D20 + 11 = 22 (11)Hit!Mana: 19 -> 18Ability: Divine Smite2D6 + 2D6 + 9 = 29 (2, 6)(6, 6)29 damage!

  “Yeah, yeah,” Adam replied, his voice filling with magice more. “Kitool, get up.” The woman’s eyes opened once more, feeling the magic fill her with a gentle warmth, hearing the heavy g as the Warrior, almost buckled under Adam’s great strength.

  “You guys, if yetting a little tired, you step back, you know?” Adam joked, gng across the group. ‘Three of us are looking kinda rough, but they’re looking worse.’

  Viander Harrison wasn’t sure when it was when he and his panions had bee outnumbered. “Bring them up!” He anded, while his voice filled with divine magic. “With the will of my oath, return to us!”

  “Who gave you permission to act up?” Adam asked, his own voice full of magid he gred at the Viander.

  Mana: 18 -> 15Spell: terspell

  As the words of life filled the ears of one of the Senior, magic whipped the healing magic away.

  ‘What?’ Harrison thought, holding his bde up towards Jaygak, and as the pair readied to csh, the Viander’s thoughts fell elsewhere. ‘Was that terspell?’

  “Hey,” Adam called out, still holding the bde at bay with Wraith, feeling his oppo’s shuddering arm. “If you want to keep this up, I’ll stop holding back.”

  “Viander Harrison,” called a calm, hopeful voice. “Will you step back?”

  Vonda’s eyes caught the Viander’s, who had been tasked with eliminating the demons who trekked through the nd. She had done all she could to allow the Viao step back with his pride, and though the fight was going against him, she was certaihought otherwise. He was still fresh, and so was the Senior, while Jurot, Kitool, and Jaygak were on their st legs. Timojin was already behind the Warrior, while Amokan was only a leap away from assisting Jurot.

  Harrison’s eyes remained a gre, ready to tihe fight. “If you tio fight, some of you may die.”

  “We do not fear death, Aldishman,” Jaygak panted, her voice full of venom, still eager to fight.

  The Viander could see it through the woman’s visor, a vi which matched even his own.

  ‘Raygak, do you see?’ Though she could feel the bess push in through the ers of her vision, though her arm pulsed, her bde shuddering. ‘I would rather die than to step back, even against a Viander!’

  Damn. They really disrespected Adam like that?