The Battle of Tragon Keep, Part 3
John sat with his legs crossed, axe before him on the ground. He caught movement in the skies above him, a darker outline against the soot clouds.
“Coward,” John spat. “Their champion won’t even face me on even ground. Time to change that.”
John brought his shield to bear before him and counted the seconds while his enemy flew closer.
Shadowfluff moved faster than Wil thought possible. It snapped it’s wings outward to level off the dive and Wil caught site of his enemy for the first time. A hulking green brute stood upon the wall, a shield braced before it. Wil steadied his spear to strike at the center of his targets shield. Faster than Wil thought possible the orc spun at the last moment to deflect Wil’s spear. The orc leapt back to avoid Shadowfluff’s claws that raked the ground where the orc once stood.
“Back around Shadowfluff,” Wil called into the wind.
Three strong flaps took the pair back into the sky. Shadowfluff looped once back onto the path of the orc. The pair launched into a dive, Wil intent on finishing this and getting back to his family. The orc dived at he last second and threw himself under Shadowfluff. Wil grinned as the orc let out a pain laden cry as his mounts razor sharp claws raked across the creature. He had no time to enjoy the small victory. Shadowfluff veered toward the ground and Wil felt the saddle sliding from the fur covered back of his unicorn pegasus kitten. Shadowfluff’s momentum was halted by a tower that stood as sentinel on the wall. Wil tumbled from the kitten’s back in time to avoid be crushed by Shadowfluff’s weight. Momentum took him over the crenelations. Wil’s grip on the golden spear kept him from falling to his death. The haft of the spear was caught on two ancient stones.
“I hope dwarven stone work is as great here as it in is all the stories,” Wil gasped. He kicked his feet against the wall trying to gain purchase and climb back up. A shadow blocked out the hazy red of the sky above him.
“Now you die, coward,” Scalzorc spit. He raised his axe to strike a final blow to his trapped foe.
Wil closed his eyes.
“Just get this nightmare over with,” Wil shouted. His shoulders ached from holding his body against the wall.
“Wil?” the Orc said.
Instead of an axe as he expected, the orcs green hand reached down to grab his wrists. Wil was yanked effortlessly through the air.
Wil stood there on shaky legs and gawked at the spectacle before him. The orc was huge, blood coursed down muscles from the cuts Shadowfluff gave him. He recognized his friends features behind the green skin, pointed ears, and double headed axe.
“Scalzi?” Wil asked. “What is going on?”
“I was going to ask you the exact same question.” Scalzorc said. “Where did you get that hideous shirt?”
“Me? You’re the one with green skin and a loin cloth.”
Shadowfluff mewed pitifully behind the two friends. Scalzorc turned to see the kitten with a great gash across it’s belly where his axe cleaved it. John couldn’t believe he did that to the kitten.
“I’m sorry,” He began.
Shdadowfluff had some strength left. The unicorn Pegasus kitten lashed out with it’s paw and rended Scalzorc’s abdomen. John flailed away from the kitten, his axe cutting deep into Sir Wheaton’s shoulder. Both heroes tumbled from the wall into the blackness below.
John awoke with a start. He jerked back from the kitchen table and noticed a puddle of drool on his character sheet. Across from him, Wil Wheaton dozed with his head over the back of the chair. He sat up straight, his stomach muscles crying out in protest. He lifted his shirt to see four angry red lines across his stomach.
“What the he–“
John’s phone rang.
“Hello?” he said. He looked down at his watch and grimaced.
“Crap, sorry Athena, I’ll be right there to get you.”
John took one more look at Wil. He placed his face next to Wil’s mouth to make sure he was still breathing and then swiped his keys from the hook and headed out the door. There would be tine to try and figure out what happened later. Right now, he was late to pick up his daughter.