Clash of Heroes: Nath Dragon meets The Darkslayer by Halloran Craig

Author:Halloran, Craig [Halloran, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-24T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER 20

The tavern exploded into jovial shouts. The excited people frolicked with glee. They chanted. They screamed.

“Brawl! Brawl! Brawl!”

“Cut his eyes out!”

“I want his hair!”

“Break his fancy quick fingers!”

Venir headed straight for the melee. He felt a firm tug on his arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Melegal said.

“I’m going to break it up.”

“No, you’re not going to break it up. Those are some of those inhuman Royals’s guards. You stay put. We don’t need any more trouble around here.”

“But they’re orcs,” Venir argued.

“It’s not like that’s Mikkel or Billip over there. That man with the furious fingers must be a Royal.” Melegal wedged himself between Venir and the wild crowd. “He probably has it coming.”

“I don’t like those odds. Three on one.”

“Why, you’ve handled more than that before. He looked to be a big fella. I wouldn’t worry. I doubt a few lumps will kill him.” He patted Venir’s chest. “You get steamed up too easily. Save it for the underlings.”

Venir grunted. The taunting crowd fired the blood in his veins and reddened his ears. There was a fight happening. He wanted in on it.

Melegal pushed him toward the door, “Let’s go. Now. Find your plush little harlot, and we’ll drag her out as well.”

It wasn’t uncommon for a fight to break out on any given night in Two-Ten City. Venir had been in the middle of plenty of them. Soldiers, frontiersmen, brigands—they all had a wild side to them that brought their worst qualities out. And there was nothing Venir would rather do than pummel a handful of orcs. He’d had his fill of them of late.

“Let’s just stick around and see how this thing turns out,” he said. “Besides, shouldn’t you be placing a wager? This is the type of action you thrive on.”

“And bet on who? The man being pummeled under the tables? I like long odds but not that long.”

“Perhaps he can tickle his way out with those fingers,” Venir said.

“How do you know orcs are ticklish?”

Crack!

“What was that?” Venir said, snapping his head around toward the fight.

An orc teetered out of the fray with his neck bent over and collapsed to the floor. A sound of heavy punching followed. Whop! Whop! Whop! Whop!

The crowed oohed and ahhed.

The flame-headed stranger had an orc pinned down and was delivering strike after strike. The biggest orc of all scrambled for a chair, snatched it up, and shattered it on the golden-eyed man’s head. The chair broke. The stranger’s fighting spirit didn’t. His golden eyes were flashing when he stood up and glowered at the orc leader, snatched the broken chair from the orc’s grip, and smacked him in the face with it. The orc staggered back into the crowd. They shoved him back into the melee.

“Get in there and finish what you started!” they said.

The orc drew a blade. The stranger struck like a cobra, wrenched the blade free, snatched the big orc up like a giant sack of potatoes, and hurled him through the glass window.

Crash!

“By Bish!” Venir nudged Melegal.

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