Underdog Mage Chronicles: The War by R. D. Bernstein

Author:R. D. Bernstein [Bernstein, R. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-08-01T06:00:00+00:00

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Chieftain Zulu ducked under a swipe of a sword and lunged forward, his steel-tipped spear digging into the attacker’s joint between his arm and shoulder. He pulled the spear out and kicked the Drakaran warrior out of the way.

The battle was pure and utter chaos. There was no clear advantage as the spears kept the Drakaran at bay for the most part, but Commander Voltross weaved his spells throughout the tribal Drakaran, tripping some in the front and burning others alive. They couldn’t afford to keep losing men. Chieftain Zulu knew what he had to do.

He fought his way past a few of the obsidian armored Drakaran and before long found himself in front of the green glowing Commander. Voltross smirked when he recognized the Chieftain. Voltross drew his blade, ignited it on fire with a flick of his wrist, and came at Zulu.

Chieftain Zulu knew the Commander could attack him with magic, but it would seem that the Commander had some sense of honor remaining even after everything he had a hand in doing to the name of Drakaran. Death by weapon was an honorable way to die.

The fiery sword met with Zulu’s staff and sparks flew into the air. The tribal Drakaran kept their wall of spears up and back away and the Drakaran warriors did the same, providing space for the two respective leaders to battle it out.

The two took a moment to circle each other, judging each other for weaknesses. Chieftain Zulu puffed out his bare chest and pounded it with his fist. His people were watching and they needed a leader. He knew even before he crossed weapons with the Commander that this was a battle he could not win, but if it bought Lance time to kill the council and invigorated his people by a well fought death, then it was worth it. The prophecy would be fulfilled and this was his role in it.

The Commander came again, this time with a series of attacks. Zulu ducked, dodged and parried out of harm’s way, but the Commander was deceptively fast. Whether he was enhancing his speed by magic or pure skill, it mattered not. The point was to last as long as Zulu could manage.

Commander Voltross seemed surprised that the chieftain of the tribal Drakaran was only using defensive measures rather than the usual savagery his people were well known for. If the tribal leader continued to prolong the inevitable, he would have to use magic to end him. His people would view such a long fight as a sign of weakness, and if the council was killed, he would need to maintain his hold over his warriors.

Zulu was fast and skilled, but Voltross was born to kill. Raised in the arenas, promoted to the army when he was only sixteen, he rose in rank quickly. The council quickly took notice and turned them into their powerful pawn. He had never lost a duel, and he didn’t intend to lose now.

Commander Voltross increased the speed and power behind his attacks, forcing the chieftain to work for his life.

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