Hands' Embrace
Carmicheal
Zombies were diving on top of me as I sprint along the cavern's interior. I heard Niam giggle after a man's voice, and I heard the shriek of a Drainular. I plowed through several skeletons, anger fueling my magic speed and power. A large mass of zombies were between me and the portal to a dead man. They had a smirk reserved for when someone knows exactly what to do to annoy you, and these zombies had found the one way I can fuel enough magic to blow up a small country. See, I'm not sure about others, but I can feed magic some of my emotion, fueling a little extra "umph" into the approaching spell.
Well, right now, I was annoyed, angry, depressed, tired, and aroused by Niam's before-mentioned giggles. And that counts as a lot of emotion.
So I blew them up. There's no word to censor the action. I drew in enough heat to remove a city from existence, and set it off in the middle of the huddled group. Flesh, organs, and charred bones splattered the walls and littered the area. The Holy Light was finally dying down, but it was still very warm in the center of the gelatinous mess. Undanted, I leapt forward, dragging the ripped arm still clutched to my robes.
I followed my senses, the smell of Niam's perfume still lingered along this hallway, her seductive giggling emanating from this corridor. I dashed along the dirty, bloody, and gloomy corridors of the caverns. My speed spell, fueled by jealousy, rage, and arousal, was running so strongly that I had trouble seeing things with enough time to avoid them.
I slid along a corner and saw their fleeting shadows, her captivating voice carried easily through the room, and still carried enough venom to lead me to believe that she knew I was there. I saw her beautiful back and legs, and the shadow of a man next to her, he was speaking softly, eliciting more giggles from the woman in my vision. I turned the corner, shouting, "Hey! Back away from my girlfriend." The man appeared in my view and turned as I looked up at him.
And I was staring an extremely muscular, brawny, and powerful Crusader in the face.
I squeaked. Then I felt a strong hand grip my head, well, the front half, and threw me by it. I felt something hard smash into my neck, and my vision blurred, half by tears welled up and blocked by anger, which as faded, and half from pain. My head throbbed and I tried to stand...
Tried being the operative word.
I tumbled back onto the dusty cavern's floor, and felt the Crusader's massive presence hover over my semi-lifeless form. His voice, strong and bass, much like the rest of him, echoed through-out the cavern.
"What was that, maggot."
I was doomed anyway, so why not go out with a bang. "You're an ox, get away from my girlfriend."
I saw him draw back his sword, his muscles twitching on his beefy arm, and I blacked out before the blade dropped onto my death-course.
I felt her fingertips brush against my chest, which was robe less, and bandaged from the splinters I'd neglected, and zombie bites, and ramming wounds. My head still throbbed, and any food I'd had within the last 24 hours threatened to exit my stomach. I gasped in slow breaths, and hoped that my introduction to the cavern wall hadn't left any perminant brain damage.
That fact that I remembered all that, the fact that I was thinking, and the hands on my chest made me feel a little better, though. I felt her lips brush against mine, and any complaints I may have had vanished for a split second. It was enough, for now.
Her perfume, presence, and voice flooded my senses.
"By the way, I hope you're not attached to our guild's merchant. She's about to have an accident." She cracked her knuckles.
I tried to protest, really I did, but as soon as I tried to lean up, or prop myself on my elbows, my stomach lurched, and I lost my lunch. Niam's perfect lips brushed my forehead, and she retreated out of the room, and eventually the building.
I just stayed there, helpless.
Darn it, this did not bode well.
After roughly an hour, by that time, I was able to stand up and move a little, but didn't want to risk trying something major without probable need, my wrist squeaked to life, Niam's voice barked out of it, not directed at me...
"Playing my man's emotions for an easy lay, you wh—" She was interrupted.
Chiyo's voice was tainted with a harmless smile. "I've done nothing, Niam."
"My a—" She cut herself off, apparently, my scolding towards her language was paying off, "butt."
Chiyo laughed a full laugh, and I heard something crunch. Crud.
I limped out of the building, picked up a discarded knife, and threw a Blue Gemstone sloppily onto the pavement. I dove into the pillar of light without thinking.
Turns out throwing yourself between to fighting people is a bad idea...
And in my condition, it's a very, very, very bad idea.
