Patricia Moore
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Dominus caught her gaze, and added another little condition. "Ah, and if you would keep what has happened here today a secret, for the most part, it would make my life easier," Dominus said with a gentle smile. "Of course, I do not mind you sharing your victory over the Goblins – that is your glory. I merely ask that you do not mention the appearance of the Hobgoblin, if you can, nor mine own involvement." "Uhm… Okay," Nila glanced towards Beam, before reluctantly agreeing. "Well, Beam, do you…-
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Beam bit his lip, the reality of his defeat setting in. An emotion he hated bubbled up and ate at him. "Damn it," he cursed, as he forced himself to deal with it. "Heh, you really are trash, aren't ya lad?" Dominus said, but his smile as he said it didn't quite match his words. He put his hand on Beam's head and ruffled his scruffy hair. "To be honest, watching you there, for a second, I thought you might go all the way. You have no reason to be bitter about this defeat – you fought an enemy you had…
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She would not let his opportunity go to waste. Just as the Hobgoblin landed another crippling blow with its fist, she unleashed her arrow, timing it perfectly so that the creature wouldn't have time to dodge. Beam noted it too as it flew through the air. He could sense it flying. Just as had happened yesterday with the boomeranging stick that he used to try to get the best of his master, he used the opening offered by the arrow to attempt an attack of his own. He positioned himself well, so that the…
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Just like the Hobgoblin before it, this creature bore a cruel-looking greatsword. If anything, this one looked to be a higher quality blade than the last. The last was just a crude lump of steel, more suited to bludgeoning than to slicing. This blade, though, seemed to still retain some of its sharpness. Beam dared to put himself in the way of the charging creature, his knife at the ready, looking small and useless when compared to the creature's weapon. It bore down upon him with a roar, making the…
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"I'm putting some distance between us and them, keep an eye out for me," Beam said curtly, as he thundered through the trees. With her position on his shoulder, looking behind them, Nila served as a perfect second set of eyes. "Ah! I see them! They're—Wait, they're falling behind?" Nila said in shock, surprised that they were managing to outrun the Goblins, even with Beam carrying her. "How far? At ten paces, I'm going to put you down and take them out," Beam said, as he jumped to the side to speed…
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There was something different about these ones that Beam couldn't quite put his finger on. They almost seemed more intelligent. Or at the very least, more restrained. The last party that he'd met would have thrown themselves at him by now, yet these seven just slowly advanced, screaming their horrific battle cries. "Nila. Can you fire an arrow? It doesn't matter if you miss or not," Beam said, getting an ominous sense from their slow advance. At this rate, they would simply be smothered before they had…
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His feet kicked up dry dirt as he sprinted in the direction of the noise. It hardly took him any time at all to reach the area where the shout had come from, but each moment felt like a lifetime as he willed himself to go faster. 'There can be no mistakes,' was the single thought that permeated his entire being in response to what he only knew to be an emergency. He arrived, spying Nila's red hair as she looked around her with a distraught expression on her face and an arrow notched on her bowstring.…
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They soon neared the forest. "Hey, let's go deeper today," Nila said, seeming to forget what Beam had said about being in a rush. Beam bit back an angry response, before realizing that they'd need to go deeper anyway, because he'd already taken up most of the dead-standing trees from his previous area. He wasn't sure that there were any more. "Nice!" Nila said excitedly. "If I get a deer, you'll be able to carry it back on the sled, won't you?" Beam nodded grimly. "Hey, cheer up," Nila said,…
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He pretended not to see the pain on Beam's face, as the boy fought to wrestle the recoil of such progress. Both Ingolsol and Claudia continued their war inside of him, feeding on this new potential that he was gaining, as both of them grew in size. Dominus winced as he turned away. He could not imagine how hellish the pain Beam was enduring was. He could only pray that the boy managed to find his way forward, before it was too late. Chapter 8 – Blades and Blood The next day, Beam was outside…
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He saw a weak boy, for sure. He saw someone without experience. What was he looking for? He was looking for a chance to exploit Beam's hyper-focus and hit him from the back, in a lesson that had been going on for a week, one intent on making him more aware of his surroundings. Beam smiled as an idea began to form and he darted in a circle around Dominus. There was a stick that Dominus had tossed up a few moments before, spinning to the back of Beam's head like a boomerang. Dominus was even more…
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