Author's Note: Back again. For the disclaimer, see Chapter One. Gooch, I need examples, man. Jezzi, It's just my style. Okay, I lied. I like to keep the chapters as short as possible. Besides, I tightened it up some along the way. Once again, review! (By the way, I'm thinking of posting to Fictionpress. Tell me what you think.)
Chapter 4
The sea air is always invigorating, Fanoc thought. It has been over seventy years since my grandparents came across here, and yet it is just like their stories of the journey. He smiled. I know the others think I like to be alone too much. It may be true. Mother always said I didn't socialize enough. He stood in the high crow's nest, his hands clasped behind his back. It was night. He heard someone on the access ladder. He turned to face the current manner of the low crow's nest. "Yes?" Fanoc said. "King says go to sleep" said the crewman breathlessly. "Alright, I will." Fanoc climbed down, the crewman on his heels.
Two days into the journey, the ship stopped suddenly, knocking over drinks interrupting Kerbris's card game with some of the crew. The Dragoons rushed to the bridge. "My Soa" said Jack as he looked out the bridge window. Fanoc raised his eyebrows in astonishment. Kerbris and Kyra stood completely still, stunned from the shock of the sight. Ghenga looked resigned to things going bad again. Their reactions were understandable. A single massive tower and several smaller towers jutted out of the sea in front of the Queen Fury III. The massive tower had two horn-like projections on the top of its sides and a gaping hole in front, above the waterline. Ghenga, of all people, made the suggestion that they go inside. So, taking a dinghy, the Dragoons went to the gaping hole and peered inside. There was no water in the tower. In fact, the bottom of the hole was not the floor. The tower's floor was only a few feet from the bottom of the gaping hole. The Dragoons climbed in and began to walk around and explore. Inside the tower was like a massive purple cave with stalactites and stalagmites dotting the floor and ceiling. "Welcome!" cried a voice from above. All the Dragoons looked up and saw fourteen Winglies dressed in the same armor from Neet. They instantly drew their weapons and transformed. The figure who had spoken briefly looked surprised. "I thought there would be more of you." he said. Kerbris looked at him. "Sorry to disappoint." "Oh, it's no problem. Just means there's more of my warriors to go around. Now, my warriors, attack!" The transformed Dragoons rushed into combat.
Kerbris was barely able to fend off his two attackers' initial rush. They came at him like they were more monster than Wingly. Every time he got one off of him the other would be there. His saber moved like lightning to counter the sword strokes of his opponents. Kerbris suddenly realized he was fighting only one of the two. He had a brief moment to wonder why when the Powerful-class fire spell exploded on him like a bomb.
Fanoc was, somehow, winning against the three Winglies attacking him. This is going nowhere. Beating them off of himself once again, he landed and planted his katana in the ground. His attackers flew at him. Fanoc smiled and stretched out his arms at them. Coldly blue energy shot from his gauntlets into his enemies, freezing them solid. They hit the ground. During the blast, he called "Frozen Gauntlet!" Afterwards, he calmly withdrew his katana from the ground and struck each frozen Wingly once, shattering them.
Kyra was drawing even with her three Winglies. Now would be a good time for that other magic technique. 'Dahling, its not an attack spell.' What? 'Sorry, but it isn't. I remember wishing it was, though.' No time now, got to concentrate. Until now, Kyra was purposely on the defensive. She now switched to the offensive. Her foes were surprised and she managed to cut one down before the other two adapted. Can I summon the Dragon, then? 'Hmmm…maybe. I know that I could, by this time. But you're a different person than me. So…' Well, let's try. Kyra called out "White Silver Dragon!" At first, nothing happened. Then Kyra and her foes were enveloped in off-white light energy field. Inside, the White Silver Dragon appeared and obliterated the Winglies with a shot from its back-mounted cannons. It then proceeded to unnecessarily heal Kyra. The light energy field disappeared. Kyra landed ungracefully in a heap, her armor vanishing.
Jack fought. There was no other word for it. Jack just fought. He returned blow for blow and strike for strike. When his Wingly opponents tried magic, he matched them there too. One by one, all three of his opponents fell to the ground, dead. Jack landed, panting and sat down to rest a bit.
Ghenga brought the battle to the enemy, felling one of her two with a mighty axe chop. The other hesitated for a moment, shocked at the sudden death of his ally. That instant was all Ghenga needed to dash up and remove her remaining opponent's lower body with a whirlwind awe swing. She landed clumsily, her armor dissolving off in downward streaks of fire. Before she dropped to the floor from sheer exhaustion, she saw the others still fighting.
Kerbris blinked. And realized that while he was unconscious, his swordsman instincts had kept him blocking the majority of the blows directed against him. He shook his head to clear the fog caused by the spell's concussive force and began to fight again.
Fanoc glanced up and saw Kerbris fighting. Once again he is in over his head. Fanoc performed Frozen Gauntlet again.
Kerbris's eyes widened in shock as his two opponents froze solid. Then, glancing over, he saw Fanoc nod at him. He nodded in thanks and shattered the icy Winglies with a blow each.
The lead Wingly screamed in frustration and rushed at Fanoc, intending to kill him. Fanoc calmly stepped to the side and beheaded him with an authoritative downward stroke.