Hexblade Warlock: A Slow Burn LitRPG Fantasy Adventure (Quintasia Academy Book 1) by Jack Spry & Marcus Sloss

Author:Jack Spry & Marcus Sloss [Spry, Jack & Sloss, Marcus]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Royal Guard Publishing LLC
Published: 2024-08-27T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Three

He crouched behind a large trunk as the lizardman sniffed the air. A light breeze rippled the air, but Seven’s Hunting skill had ensured he approached from downwind. The large, deciduous canopy flecked the lizardman with shadows, enhancing their natural camouflage. Sword in hand, muscles bunched, Seven readied, just waiting for some sign, any sign, that he had the right place and had to take on the creatures. He could see no shimmering fields—no clue he was at his destination. But his Instinct was keen—his best number by far—and it proved correct as usual as four more lizardmen appeared.

With a jink, the first lizardman slid forward, his spear gleaming in the half-light of the verdant canopy. “You think you’re clever, human, but I can smell you no matter the wind. Your stench is your herald, and it is your doom.”

Seven’s Instinct, already primed, took over. His Perception heightened as the first lizardman attacked, aiming for the trunk as Seven stepped out. He sidestepped the attack easily, equipping his sword. The blade flashed as it sped through the air in a deadly arc. Meeting its mark, a resounding clang announcing the battle’s start, sparks flew as his sword deflected the lizard’s strike.

But there was no time for Seven to revel in his slick swordcraft. The lizardmen closed in, their hisses sliding through the forest. Seven danced between them, his confidence outstripping fear. His training oiled his movements, Tenk’s imparted knowledge boiling inside him. He was a blur of motion, his Instinct driving his battle before the lizardmen had truly started. He parried their strikes with precision and grace. Each movement was not only calculated and aimed with deadly intent but struck before the lizardmen could react.

But five versus one was a great leveler, and the lizardmen’s numbers patched over the gulf in class. They pushed Seven back, even as he used his prowess to turn them. He needed space, the cover of the tree trunks only advantaging them and not him. Into dense foliage the battle raged, the lizardmen springing unseen from bushes and ferns, from shrubs and fallen branches. Seven’s strokes became desperate, like a crumbling dam trying to hold back a reservoir of hatred. The lizardmen snarled and hissed, barking their insults, trying to fuel his mistakes.

But Seven was undeterred and largely unconcerned. The fight was slow to him. The lizardmen telegraphed many of their moves. With all his senses on high alert, he anticipated all. With a swift flourish, he disarmed one lizardman, his blade slicing through the air with lethal accuracy. His follow-up strike opened up its guts, a foul stench hanging on the breeze, filling the forest.

But even with his first real victory, Seven could feel the tide of battle turn against him. The lizardmen began fighting with a ferocity born of desperation, their numbers beginning to overwhelm him at every turn. With each passing moment, the forest closed in further, shadows swallowing his enemies whole. Their blades shot out from all angles, catching him, nicking him.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.