Book 4 Chapter 16: Pit Fighting

Book 4 Chapter 16: Pit Fighting

As the ground collapsed, a cloud of dust rose up a thick that Arthur could not see through it. But he could hear growls, yells and screams. Movement flashed a shadow in the dust, and it was bigger than any of the Uncommons.

This was one of the Rares. There were no doubt more. Once more, theyd set and sprung a trap for the adventurers and now they were falling upon their prey.

Arthurs mouth opened to tell Brixaby to dive, but the dragon was ahead of him. His wings snapped shut, then they were diving straight in.

Arthur had to throw an arm over his eyes to protect against the worst of the dust. He had no resistances or even goggles to help.

Brixabys eyes, however, were developed for flight. He could see where Arthur couldnt. So, Arthur put all his trust in his dragon. Arthur couldnt see exactly what was going on. He pieced it together in flashes.

The two of them acted just like any purple pair in a hive: They were a rescue squad, pulling people out of danger.

But Brixaby wasnt even as big as Tess had been when Arthur had been rescued as a child, and that caused problems. Brixaby grabbed a man under the arms. Wings buzzing furiously, he lifted upward, but only managed to scoot him out of danger The tips of his boots skimmed over Uncommon scourgelings and it was a minor miracle he didnt lose a toe. Brixaby was forced to dump in him a relatively safer place that was thick with only Commons, and none of the larger Rares.

Let me off, Arthur said, Ill help from the side.

Brixaby snarled in aggravation he didnt like his rider being away from him in battle so soon after hed been injured. But he couldnt yet carry Arthur and another.nove(l)bi(n.)com

He must have turned to fly out. It took Arthur by surprise since hed completely lost track of where they were in the thick dust. But the next second, he was at the edge of the pit and the air was clear enough to see well in.

Arthur jumped off, landing hard and turning. He caught a glimpse of Brixabys black tail as he turned back to the pit.

Then Arthur ran to help someone who was trying to crawl up the sheer side. Then another.

The screams below were mixed with scourgelings whistles in a terrible cacophony.

All that said, it had been less than a minute since the pit had collapsed. It took that long for someone with a wind type card to get their head back on their shoulders.

A stiff breeze came out of nowhere and the dust was soon lifting and thinning.

Arthur was treated to the sight of his dragons amazing agility. With no rider to worry about throwing off his back, Brixaby put all his flying skills and natural ability on full display. He practically flipped over from vertical to an immediate dive down to pluck someone out of the fray. Then claws sunk deep into the unlucky person, he immediately lifted and jinked to the side horizontally in a way that nothing but a four-winged dragon could do. A blast of fire from a scourgeling below filled the air where hed been a moment before.

Brixaby made a sharp V, tossing the rescued person carelessly to the lip of the pit before diving in again.

The people he saved now suffered from wrenched shoulders, broken ribs and arms, and gouge marks from his rough handling but at least they werent ripped apart by scourgelings.

While the Rares had set a trap that had ensnared many people, some adventurers had survived. Notably, all the Lighting Cats, who had made it out of the pit in different spots and then regathered into a team to take down any scourgelings that tried to climb up.

Arthur stood at the edge and did the same, using his Throwing Accuracy and Nice Shot card to pepper the scourgelings below. He didnt kill any of them, except for the occasional unlucky Common, but he did provide a useful distraction.

Too bad he couldnt save everyone.

Brixaby dived toward a hugely muscled man that had been pinned by two Rare scourgelings. He was a beat too slow, and it was doubtful he would have been able to lift the mans bulk or taken the time to explain he needed permission to store him. Arthur peppered one of the Rares with metal shrapnel that bounced off tough feathered hide. That Rare turned to hiss green-venom teeth at Arthur.

The second Rare, however, jumped on the unlucky adventurer and tore his heart out with oversized claws.

No! Arthur yelled, but it was too late.

The scourgelings flipped the heart into its mouth and the moment it was down its gullet, it began changing. Muscles bulged from its shoulders and legs as it took on the aspects of the body modification card.

Not every card, Arthur grumbled.

Just because Claudes liquid fire seemed to be so good at melting scourgelings even a couple of Rares had been caught in this last gout he reached into his storage space and grabbed a packet of flour wrapped in thin cheese cloth.

Flour bombs had become his personal favorite.

He threw one down toward a burning scourgelings. It reacted instantly to the fire and a small explosion bloomed up, consuming several more.

Oh, thats a fun idea, Claude said with approval.

The tide was starting to turn against the scourgelings. As Claude had said: Theyd made a kill box for themselves. Quite a few adventurers had fallen into the pit and died, but theyd gone down fighting. This had taken out more than a few of the Rares along the way.

Smart enough to make a trap. Dumb enough to trap themselves along with it.

The Mind Singer was a smarter scourgeling, and able to think more steps ahead, but she also had mind-based power. Perhaps intelligence came along with that.

Or she was just older and these Rares had recently spawned.

Arthur had the uncomfortable feeling it was the second option.

And that made him wonder what else the Mind Singer, who was both older and more cunning, was capable of.

Either Brixaby had sensed the change, or hed run out of survivors. He started blasting down on the remaining scourgelings with his Stunning shout, either outright killing or disabling other scourgelings.

The Adventurers redoubled their efforts. One person had an interesting trick where they could temporarily maximize an objects size and weight. They tossed palm sized stones into the air. Then, as the stones fell over the pit they grew to an enormous size, smashing any unlucky scourgelings they fell on.

Meanwhile, the Lighting cats had formed up again into a pack and ran down any scourgeling that happened to crawl out of the pit, either by slashing at it with ghostly claws or shooting it with their combined lightning attack.

Then there was the sound of trumpets from behind. Arthur turned to see that the last of the adventurers had arrived, along with the Sheriffs who brought up the rear.

Better late than never, he muttered.

Claude looked around, saw the approaching group, and let out a long sigh. I hate that guy. Youre going to want to back awayfar away, before you see what theyre about.

What do you mean? Arthur asked, but Claude had already taken his own advice and was dismantling the liquid flame throwing device on his back while backing up.

Other adventurers and there were distressingly few of them, it seemed like the Lighting Cats were the only group without at least one missing member also backed away. A few threw rude gestures at the incomers.

One of the new folk, a large barrel chested, bearded man started to glow green. He broke into a heavy-footed run straight toward the pit. Without pausing, he leapt right into the fray.

Instantly, the pit started to fill with green gas and it was not by any means a small area.

Arthur caught a faint whiff of the stuff astringent and sharp, and quickly backed away like everyone else.

No more scourgelings crawled out of the pit.

Arthur waited a beat, then two more, before he let himself relax. The fight was over.

Now the cleanup -- and card harvest -- could begin.