Stirred Up: Douxie X OC

10- GummGumms

Chapter Ten

{TH: Episode 8: In Good Hands}

[3B: Episode 9: Lightning In a Bottle]

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Leaving the party behind us, Douxie and I follow the sense of strong magic and find ourselves in the middle of the woods by a lake. It's here. The feeling is practically pulsing with nearby energy.

Now all we have to do is find it. Shouldn't be too hard. I ready myself back to back with Douxie and keep my eyes open for anything. Then, a soft rustling sound spins from one of the bushes around us. Douxie activates his wrist-brace, and it illuminates ancient magical runes. Impressive.

He shoots the bush with a spell and the leaves on the bush shrivel up and crumble, revealing a troll. Or, to be more specific, a Gumm-Gumm. What the hell is a despicable Troll doing here? Shouldn't they be in the Darklands? We can discuss that later. For now, I feel confident about taking on ONE Gumm-Gumm. One alone hasn't stopped us before.

"Uhh, Love?" Douxie croaks.

I look over my shoulder at the five more Gumm-Gumms emerging from the woods. And soon enough, we're surrounded by all six of them.

"Oh. Fantastic..." I slump.

"What are Gumm-Gumms doing on the surfaces?"

"Less talk, more fight."

The Gumm-Gumms ready their trollish spears and start to close in.

"Ready when you are." Douxie notes.

I nod and wait for them to get in a little closer.

"Douxie! Barrel!"

He kneels down and I jump off his back, leaping over the Gumm-Gumms to get behind them. I cast a spell and shoot a core of metal straight through one Gumm-Gumm. It crumbles to stone and pebbles. I step back a few paces as the other Gumm-Gumms on my side turn to slash at me. But a blue light of magic shreds right through them and tallies our foes to half.

I smirk. It's good to know that Douxie hasn't gotten rusty on me in the past years. I watch two of the last Gumm-Gumms raise their spears over Douxie and feel my heart quicken.

I shoot two magic spells, sending two shots of steel into their helms. They stumble backwards and allow Douxie to get up and join me over here. We share a single look and smirk, sharing a single thought.

"You thinking what I'm thinking?" I ask, running on adrenaline.

"When am I ever not?"

Douxie grabs my hand and we connect our magic types. Douxie is able to manifest a slick magical string, thick of steel and the toughest liquid metals. He strikes it across the Gumm-Gumms and cracks their stone structure. AKA, they crumble just like the others. I count the piles.

One, two... Three...

"Hey, Douxie?"

He turns to me as the magic fades away from his grasp.

"Yes, Love?"

"There were six."

"Yeah?"

"One's missing."

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(Time Skip)

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