Jackal Among Snakes

“While you were gone, a development arose,” the Alchemist explained to Argrave as he stared up at King Norman, watching for any movement. “Your enemy took some inspiration from you. They’ve created a network of spirits around the exit of Sandelabara. We won’t be able to teleport outside without first dismantling it… or more simply moving past it.”

“I made that defensive network—not Argrave,” Onychinusa spoke up, annoyed. “But he’s right. If we teleport beyond Sandelabara, we’ll be whisked away to precisely where they want us to be. I have no doubt an ambush is in wait.”

“We can maneuver within the bounds of this plane,” Castro interjected. “I believe that gives us ample opportunity to escape.”

“All of you should take Sophia, get to a safe location. But I’m not leaving until this man is dead in the ground. Orion—you’ll stay here with me, we’ll fight together. Anneliese—you have to take Sophia. Alchemist—give Orion a divine weapon, and then protect Sophia like your life depends on it.”

The Alchemist reached into himself, producing a club of bone shaped like a crescent moon. He tossed it at Orion.

“There would be no greater honor than to fight at your side, Your Majesty.” Orion said smoothly as he caught the divine weapon, holding it in hand.

Anneliese called out, “Argrave, this is—"

King Norman’s patience grew thin. He dropped off the side of the castle, braced his feet against the wall, and then leapt for them with terrifying speed. But long before Norman came, Argrave had already teleported away to stand by Sophia incased in the ward.

“I’m back, Sophia. A few problems have come up. I’m going to need to give you to someone else. I trust these people with my life—they’ll keep you safe.”

Castro and Onychinusa cast powerful magic, lighting and fire respectively, yet both forces vanished when they came in contact with the white figures protecting Norman. Argrave shook his head upon seeing that. It would seem the king had inherited the magic immunity bestowed by the Heralds.

“My daddy’s trying to stop you,” Sophia stated matter-of-factly, voice trembling. She hadn’t taken off the blindfold, just as Argrave instructed.

As Argrave watched, Orion rushed at King Norman. He tried to tackle the man, and looked stunned when Norman resisted heartily with a smile on the face. He saw Norman speak when Orion stepped away. He was somewhat grateful Norman like to play with his food, if only because it gave Argrave time.

Argrave clenched his fist and said, “…yes, that’s right. But you don’t need to be worried about that anymore.”

Sophia fumbled out blindly and grabbed his leg. “I don’t want you to die, Argwave.”

“Hey…” Argrave patted her head. “I’ll be fine. I’m most worried about you. I can do anything, but you’re just a little girl. I’ll be giving you to my wife—she’ll take great care of you until I get back.”

the blindfold as she teared up. “But they always do. Even Gwiffin. Mister Argwave…

so tough.” Argrave lifted up Sophia, dispelling the ward. “I could take care of him

to Argrave and received Sophia carefully. He looked into her amber eyes—there was concern, yes, but resolve and trust as strong as he’d ever seen. King Norman was blissfully unaware of what would happen next, evidently.

It’s you and me.” Argrave studied the floating white figures around Norman. He was relieved to see they faded by the second—they weren’t properly tethered to Norman. The first bit would be an endurance game until magic could again harm him. But past experience told him one thing—they weren’t immune

try this… to take my spawn from under my nose… my, my. One by one, you’ll come under my thumb. I’ll skin you all for a meal worth its

him works on fine,” Argrave conveyed, ignoring his mad ramblings. “I’ll cast a spell on you, then distract—you ambush. Be aware—he’s about as strong

B-rank illusion spell with one of his blood echoes—[Unknowable]. It wasn’t quite as sophisticated as the A-rank [Chameleon], but it was a partial invisibility he was sure would work on Norman that allowed for freedom of movement.

where Orion had been in wonder, Argrave walked closer until he was about five feet away from the king. “Thanks for letting us plan. Very

head like Argrave was adorable. “Plan away. It’s never changed anything

You just don’t know about

club. The king was caught off guard and staggered backward, but the moment he got his footing, gave one look at Argrave and

the king with the use of his blood echoes. It was infinitely easier with Orion’s presence. The man was a trained fighter veritably strong enough to compress coal into diamonds with his bare hands. He scored three incredibly solid blows to Norman’s face, but the king endured them incredibly well. His broken nose quickly corrected, his crushed eye reformed enough for him to regain sight… it was clear Argrave would need to use [Burst], but that was prevented by the white figures protecting him. They faded away second by second, to Argrave’s glee, and he felt the time was

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as one approached Orion—another headed for one of his blood echoes. Orion’s

I see it now,” the king shouted

He swatted the club aside, and it flew out into the

to Norman. He swung the club as hard as he could slammed it upon Norman’s head. Norman released one hand from Orion, grasping for Argrave, but Argrave teleported no more than

came to stand far away from Norman on the opposite side of the courtyard. The king jaunted forth merrily, arms held wide. Argrave studied him, keeping [Minor Truesight] alive

be someone where you came

scared,” Argrave said, holding Orion from moving. “What

slowly. “I could talk about it for hours,

as he wished desperately

to save, shall watch it all,” Norman declared. “As a matter of fact… I do believe you’ll be her first kill. I will maim you, day by day, hour by hour… and your only option for freedom shall be by her hands. You will beg for death. And sweet, fragile Sophia will be the

sighed and shook his head. “I really do know

cast [Burst] moments before teleporting to the spot. Norman wasn’t used to such ambushes from Argrave, and so did not defend as ably as he should have. A blood-infused [Burst] wracked Good King Norman right in the face, and he flew

kind. Argrave clenched the club tightly in hand, walking close with the resolve to do as he’d done once before. He would bludgeon Good King Norman to death himself. Sophia was owed that much, especially after hearing that sickening plan the king had in

splendid display,