Chapter 83 - Trump card

"Bloaarrrk, blooaorrk, blooarrrk", went the Grim Shrieker as a powerful burning scent invaded its eyes, nose and mouth. It had attempt to pounce and crush the annoying little human that it had irked it for some unknown reason but had somehow missed it. Making matters worst, that unusual colored monster from earlier had messed up its throat and it couldn't just scream at it like normal.

Now dust and debris had simultaneously irritated its eyes and throat while it was now covered in a liquid that felt colder on its skin than winter lake water and the mere smell of the stuff was irritating its already damaged eyes and nose.

It's eyes eventually cleared up a bit and it turned towards the hole it had crashed into to stare at the annoying human. However, its eyes were still blurry so all it could see was a smaller blur standing next to even larger blur.

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[So what's the plan exactly?], I asked Voxea as we unsubtly bolted from the battling giant monsters and towards the town hall.

[Alright so the Grim Shrieker is currently wearing a set of aether armor, which makes it basically invulnerable to all of our attacks, correct?], she asked as she flew besides me.

[Yeah, even when all of our monsters fired those techniques at it all at once it did nothing to it. What of it]?

[Well if you recall my earlier lecture, then you know if we want to hurt it, we need an absurd amount of literal fire power to hurt it badly], she said bemused.

[Okay...but where we gonna get a strong enough fire monster to hurt it? The only one we got that barely fits that criteria is Rakka and he's way too low a level to do any damage to that behemoth], I asked confused.

[Normally yes, but we have a trump card that'll make your bronze grade Ragnaceros hit as hard as a platinum grade tyrant]!

[What trump card]?

[Simply put my dear Voxea? Alcohol, especially the one your father brews, is very flammable under the right conditions], she said laughingly.

[Flammable]?

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[Okay so Lavian and Savina are now aware of the plan and are hiding in her safe room. Anything else we need to do?], I asked Voxea.

[Other than the placing down the path of ice connecting the alcohol storeroom and the battlefield? Nope], Voxea said cheerily,[But let's go over the plan one more time].

[Right. So we return to the battlefield and...].

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As I poured the last of the alcohol from the jug, I made sure to shake it a bit to get everything out for good measure. Satisfied with the lack of additional dripping, I chucked off to the snowy side of the village so I could retrieve it later.

[Ready Rakka?], I asked the giant deer monster next to me. He gave me a snort of approval and a shake of his head as a response. I gave him a quick smile before turning back at the Grim Shrieker in the ruined storeroom with a serious look on my face.

Moments before we got to this point, Voxea said something about how I should monologue or have a dramatic one liner before I lit this alcoholic fuse. Something about how, and I quote, "It honestly just the greatest feeling in the world when you get live that moment straight from the stories". I still think she was nuts, but I did take that into consideration.

And now, here we are. A young and spry woman of a binder, her faithful monstrous companion and a giant horrifying beast that left a huge scar on her heart. If a bard told me they witnessed this story in person, I would have called them drunk and nuts.

The whole time I was emptying the flask, I rapidly thought of everything from a dramatic speech about who I was and what was about happen to a dramatic one liner involving fire and punishment.

But now, at this moment of truth, only one word came to mind.

"Burn".

"Baoooo!"

Rakka's hooves soon lit up with flames and he slammed them into ground, igniting the trail of alcohol I had lain. Faster than what Voxea and I had anticipated, it soon lit up the Grim Shrieker!