Tarah Woodblade by Trevor H. Cooley

Author:Trevor H. Cooley
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Published: 2014-03-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Tarah arrived at the top of the hill just in time to see Djeri knock the orange-skinned orc down. The dwarf was brutally efficient. Each blow of his heavy mace not only crushed bone, it tore free chunks of flesh leaving his opponent a broken and bloody mess. Tarah shivered at the savagery of it.

She saw an arrow clang off of the dwarf’s helmet and scanned the area. Two goblin archers were on the hillside above the dwarf, one of them on her roof. Fortunately, their bows were small and their arrows crudely made. It would take an amazing shot to injure the dwarf.

Nevertheless, she didn’t hesitate. Tarah fired twice in quick succession. The first goblin was just beginning its slow tumble down the hill when her second arrow pierced the other one through the head. It fell just as Djeri charged the second orc.

Tarah whistled softly to herself as she watched the dwarf’s swift blow destroy its shield and throw the orc to the ground like a rag doll. She began to pick her way down the hill towards the dwarf, but she didn’t make it very far before Clobber emerged, his voice deep and fearsome.

The ogre stepped into the sunlight, and stood to his full height, half again as tall as the dwarf and as wide as two men, with a bulging muscular body. She had never seen an ogre this large in person before. He wore a breastplate made by the crude joining together of two man-sized breastplates and a pair of her papa’s breeches strained to fit his legs.

Inset in the ogre’s thick overhanging brow, as if pushed halfway into his skull, was a green moonrat eye. The eye was shriveled and veiny and the skin around it was puffed up and enflamed.

In his right arm, he held an enormous iron shield. It was shaped like a long rectangle and had a snarling moonrat face painted on its surface. He took another step forward and Tarah saw that he dragged an enormous sword behind him, its handle clutched in one hand. The blade was sharp and highly polished and two elemental runes were carved into the metal near the tip.

Tarah’s jaw clenched so tight that her teeth hurt. It was as she had feared. The ogre carried her papa’s sword. A memory came unbidden to her mind of her papa polishing the weapon by the fireside, the soft glow of the firelight making the blade seem to gleam.

Though Djeri must have found the ogre’s appearance intimidating, he didn’t let on. The dwarf let the head of his greatmace fall to the ground in front of him and leaned forward on its pommel casually, his hands gripping the handle. “So you’re the one they call Clobber?”

“You killed my followers!” the ogre accused pointing with a rigid finger.

Tarah couldn’t see Djeri’s face through his visor, but she imagined a smile on his lips. “I work for the Battle Academy. Killing goblinoids is one of my jobs. As is killing ogres that invade the homes of my friends.

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