Cinnamon Bun (Volume Two) by Ravens Dagger

Author:Ravens Dagger
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Fantasy, LitRPG
Published: 2020-10-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter Thirty-Four

No Strings Attached

Delver Team Two, that is, Eli, Percy and Boots, worked together like a well-oiled machine.

It had become obvious the first time we were ambushed by Manweaver spiders in the hedges and they formed a quick triangle to lay down some literal fire on the beasties. It became impossible to miss when we entered the second floor.

Calling a dozen long corridors lined with empty rooms and a ceiling so far above that none of our lights could reach it a floor was a little strange, but that was the nomenclature the delvers used, so we stuck to it.

“Knights ahead,” Eli said.

Boots ran up a few steps, his heavy plate boots clunking on the wooden floor until he was half a dozen steps ahead and held his axe at the ready before him. Percy stepped back and Eli moved behind Boots and to the side, his staff pointing ahead towards the end of the corridor.

We… didn’t move so fluidly. I skipped ahead to be next to Boots, Amaryllis stepped up behind me with her magic sparking at the air around us, and Awen stumbled to a stop a little ways behind me.

“What can you tell us?” Amaryllis asked as she peered ahead.

There was a deep thumping noise coming from around a bend in the corridor, one that was growing louder.

“Knights. Big bastards. Level seven. Toughest mob in the dungeon after the boss,” Eli said. “If you can aim for the strings above them and cut them off, they’re finished, but anything less and they’ll just keep coming.”

“That sounds annoying,” I said.

“If you make enough noise, the first knight will attract the second and third. It’s usually best to tackle them one at a time,” Eli said.

And then three knights walked around the corner.

I felt my neck craning back as I took them in. Each of the knights was ten feet tall, a skeletally thin body stretching up in a way that looked more grotesque than lanky. They wore thick plate armour all across their body, and two of them carried shields and swords. The third, who hung back a little, had a sword that was longer than I was tall gripped in its spiked gauntlets.

Their pitch-black armour made their details hard to pick out in the darkened corridor. I pushed some mana into my runelight to fix that and immediately regretted it.

Bloody rags were sticking out of their armour and their helmets, which only covered half their faces, revealed rotting jaws and empty eye-sockets. “Oh, nasty,” I said. “Insight.”

A Black Marionight, level seven.

“Damn,” Eli said. “We should retreat.”

I stared. Amaryllis stared. Even Awen stared at him.

“What?” he asked. “We didn’t come down here to die. We only fight when things are weighed in our favour.”

“But there are seven of us and three of them,” I said. “And we’re better levelled. Can’t we at least try?”

“That’s the spirit!” Boots cheered. “C’mon Eli, we’ve taken two at once before.”

“Only in a pinch,” Eli said.

“You said focus the string, right?” I asked. “I can probably get to them if they’re above the knights.

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