DISCLAIMER: Again I say...I DIDN'T MAKE GOLDEN SUN! But I wish I did...
Chapter 2: Glorious Combat
The stranger's arms worked quickly an efficiently, making his combat appear to be an elaborate dance. Arrow after arrow left the string, each teaching the large monster a very important lesson as they bit deeply into its flesh.
The chimera, not enjoying his performance whatsoever, raised its dragon-head. The dragon-head inhaled deeply, an unfortunate symbol to the unwary...
The boy hadn't been living for eight years in the wild for no reason. He danced gracefully to the left as a pillar of what will be described as draconic indigestion soared past; incinerating the patch of earth he had previously been standing on.
Daft creature, he thought as he weaved, seemingly effortlessly, through a few more shafts of flame that blew past, I don't want to kill you...
Jenna was watching the entire thing through her hot tears of pain. She tried
desperately to call for help, but her cries where not enough, for her voice was constantly drowned out by the chimera's roars of pain and annoyance.
Cast something! Her mind was screaming, Don't let him get hurt! For the love of Mars, CAST SOMETHING!!!
She furiously mumbled 'flarestormflarestormflarestorm' over and over again as she tried to goad her mind into wrapping the element of Mars around her. She met with failure because her leg shot up signals of overwhelming pain and agony that broke her concentration.
She blinked the tears out of her eyes and turned her gaze back towards the boy, fighting her desire to pass out.
"Don't go..." she whispered weakly at the boy, "Don't die..."
"How much will this thing take?" the boy mumbled to himself as he rolled to the side, avoiding another column of plasma that was belched in his direction. The circumstances where getting worse. He cursed silently do himself as he reached over his shoulder to find that his quiver was empty.
"This might be a bit difficult..." he groaned under his breath as his hand slipped down to his belt, where a tied on but incredibly ornate dagger swayed erratically as if protesting its owners decision of charging the creature...
"No!" Jenna said as loudly as possible, which unfortunately was no louder than a weak protest, "You're going to..."
She watched in amazement as man and beast began to contest for superiority and the privilege of the next meal. She watched the boy swing a dagger that glinted dangerously in the light of the noon sun...
The boy swung at the chimera, slicing minor wounds in the creature's hide. He cursed again as he realized that the only thing he was successfully doing was making the creature angrier. It was then that he noticed something. He turned his head slightly to look at what looked very much like a wounded young woman beseeching him with her eyes to look at something else.
Bad choice it would seem because the chimera took this opportunity to swing with a powerful paw, striking the boy in the face.
"No!" Jenna managed to shout as the boy was sent reeling into a tree and was stunned by the highly damaging blow. He sank to the ground, his back sliding down the trunk of the great oak. The creature continued its merciless approach, a look of menace in the six total eyes.
The boy's hand shot up to his cheek, which was bruised badly and Jenna could see blood trickling out of his mouth, staining the black cloth that covered his mouth.
The boy rolled to the right as the chimera body slammed the spot he would have been in.
That would have...he began to himself before rolling to his feet...smashed me...
He gritted his teeth in pure determination as he renewed his assault. The chimera was actually stunned at his attack. The three heads glanced at each other in beastly confusion, and then in animal amusement. As one creature, all three heads turned skyward and began to roar...
Seizing the opportunity, the boy couched down, held the knife upside down in the famous blade down assassin's stance, and lunged for the point where all the necks met, and swung the knife as he dove...
Jenna watched in pure amazement as the chimera found it increasingly impossible to breath. She watched it stumble back, roar its last, powerful roar, and collapse as all life left from it. There was an earthshaking Thud as it touched down.
After a few moments, the boy slowly stood up, kissed the knife hilt ceremoniously, and returned the weapon to its place on his belt.
Seeing that he was more or less alive, Jenna relaxed, or at least moved to another level of tenseness.
"Sir?" she whispered, crawling forward slowly, "Sir?"
The boy reached to the other side of his belt and pulled out a small pack, a vial of healing waters. They sparkled oddly in the sunlight as they sloshed around in their container as the boy opened it. He put the top to his mouth...
Jenna summoned strength from somewhere within her mind and whistled sharply, causing the boy to jump in paranoid surprise. She smiled weakly as he looked at her urgently.
"Oh..." he said dumbly. He glanced at the vial, and then at Jenna a few times and, deciding his course of action, sprinted over and instantly fell to his knees at her side.
Jenna's vision was slowly darkening as the boy's face looked like she was looking through a veil of wool.
She thought that she heard his say, "Don't worry ma'am, I'll heal you up quickly,"
Jenna's eyes began to close, slowly but inevitably.
"What's your...name?" she whispered weakly as he supported her head on his lap as he leaned in close to administer the potion.
"Mitch,"
"Mine's...Jenna..."
Jenna smiled weakly, took his hand, and slipped into a blissful sleep...
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