A Soldier's Life: Book 1 by THIEMKE ERICK & RollsAOne Always

Author:THIEMKE, ERICK & RollsAOne, Always
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-02-07T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 30: Losing a Friend

Our mage was out of commission, and it looked like the storm giant was unhappy with our interruption. I hustled down the slope and slid on the mud to the downed archers. I quickly administered the three potions to three different men who appeared alive upon a quick inspection. I was too focused to be affected by the gore and strewn body parts as I worked. The metallic smell of blood filled my nostrils, but that was because I had pieces of flesh on my face and armor.

Getting more archers back in action, in my mind, was important. I wanted to move away from the congestion of soldiers in case the storm giant decided to explode someone else with a bolt of lightning, so I worked quickly and then separated myself from them as they recovered.

The archers were already organizing and firing arrows again. I noticed the storm giant attacking with an overhead swing. The blow from his sword crumpled the soldier with the tower shield, driving the legionnaire into the ground with a sickening thud and crunch, like a foot crushing an aluminum soda can.

Shit. There was no way I was going to risk getting close to the giant to use my dimensional space, not with that sword’s reach. I started running away from the battle. The mud made it difficult to sprint, but I built up some speed. I just hoped the freaking mage was still alive when I reached him. With the screams of men and the clash of battle at my back, I ran. I pulled out two full healing potions out of my space.

I tried to mimic the storm giant’s slide as I reached the mage. The ground may have been muddy, but it also had many rocks. My canvas pants tore, and the rocks dug into my flesh, but I stopped in the perfect position to administer the potions.

Fuck! He was bleeding from his mouth and eyes. His arm was at the completely wrong angle, too. I would be wasting two potions on him if he was already dead. It looked like blood was still flowing, so maybe his heart was still beating—fuck it. I popped both seals on the vials and poured them into his throat. He gurgled, and then he started coughing. Before the healing got too far, I wrenched his arm back into the mostly correct position. He grunted in pain but didn’t wake.

I could not wait for him, and I was off running again. I thought about running up the muddy crater and into the swamp, but decided we could win if the mage got back on his feet. Also, with the giant’s long legs, it would be very easy for him to catch me in the swamp.

As I ran, a flying head nearly hit me on my sprint back to the archers. I recognized the head as it flew by. That was Leonidus, with a shocked expression on his face. I looked at the main combat; only three shieldmen remained and six spearmen.

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