95. ” We’re gonna die. We’re so dead! “ Vala to Laki.
Under the cut. Trying to recall ToS stuff... seems so far away... I’m getting old.
The boy was crying again - that was nothing unusual, what was unusual was the fact that he actually resisted rolling his eyes at him this time.
With one teammate lying unmoving in a pool of his own blood (he didn’t feel too bad about that; it was Ganren’s own fault), and Ahwynia struggling to keep the monsters’ attention on herself, Valakong had every reason to be crying and panicking.
“We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!” He cried even as he readied his ice magic for an attack. “We’re so dead!”
“Not if Miss Ahwynia and I can help it.” He refrained from shouting at the boy; he didn’t want him to cry even harder. “Come on; you have power, use it.” He set down a statue of the Goddess Zemyna, then called down holy fire to settle on the ground. “Aren’t young ones like you meant to think they’re invincible?”
In the end, they managed, somehow. Valakong kept the monster in place while Ahwynia dealt the killing blow. The boy was still sobbing when they were dismembering the monster for profitable body parts.
“Don’t worry about that one.” He turned a scathing glare to the fire mage, and called forth healing power from the earth - not for Ganren’s benefit, but so Valakong would feel better. “He won’t die. You can head back first, if you want to.”
The boy acquiesced, and he carved the image of Goddess Vakarine into a log to send him back to Klaipeda.
“Admittedly, that got a bit too desperate for my liking, Miss Ahwynia.” He grumbled as they packed up the spoils.
Their guildmistress just shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the damage sustained by her gear and person. “We didn’t die.”
“At this rate, this one will.” He hauled the fire mage over his shoulder. “I’ll see to it myself, if he keeps up with the stupid.”
