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.”

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

you, kid, but your dad isn’t so tough.” Argrave lifted up Sophia, dispelling the ward. “I could take care of him by

but resolve and trust as strong as he’d ever seen. King Norman was blissfully unaware of what would happen

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 to illusion magic. That silver-tongued priestess hadn’t seen

side-by-side with Argrave. “Our company left subtly. Luckily, my gluttony is uppity. To 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

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 as

cast a 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

until he was about five feet away from the king. “Thanks for letting us plan.

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

You just

his eyes. Then, even to Argrave’s surprise, Orion lunged forth and slammed Norman’s face with the club. The king was caught off guard

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

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strategy. Rather than defend Good King Norman, two of them left his side. Argrave watched as one approached Orion—another headed for one of

now,” the king

threw a straight jab just after. Reeling backward, Orion slammed the crescent-moon club into the king’s punch. Blood burst out—but blood was never anything to stop King Norman. He swatted the club aside, and it flew out into the courtyard. Norman grabbed Orion’s

seized the club, then teleported 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

costly, but only with [Worldstrider] could Argrave teleport more than just himself. The two of them 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

perfection. You may be someone where you came

Argrave said, holding Orion from moving. “What are you planning to

slowly. “I could talk about

as he wished

by her hands. You will beg for death. And

sighed and shook his head. “I really

outstretched, and 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

saw the king lying there. He was every bit as damaged as Argrave recalled him being from the first attack of that 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

splendid display, King