Help from the OtherSide

33. Accidents happen

"Go!" Deccan charged and slashed his sword at the nearest creature with such elegance, even he was taken aback. Grant swung his mace around hitting one of the creatures that came to close to him.

-SKREEEEEEEEE-

The ones that got hit, with the sword and mace let out a ear piercing wail before dissipating into smoke. I launched my arrows blindly in the chaos, having no specific aim; they embedded themselves into the skulls of the creature.

The accuracy of the arrows seemed impossibly on point, because of which I started to get a little cocky with my weapon although I was quickly humbled; when I aimed on the creature Deccan was evading. His sword connected with the enemy before my arrow did and so the creature turned into smoke, now lacking a target, my arrow found a home in his shoulder.

"Dude wha--" The speed with which the arrow pierced his shoulder, knocked him off balance to the ground. 

Hearing his cry Grant turned to look, but the wispy thing he was battling was faster. I caused this mess and I couldn't simply stand and gape at the situation. 

With steady arms, I aimed for creature that flew towards Grant. My arrow whizzed past his forehead and into its prey. 

Deccan staggered on his feet and gripped the shaft of the arrow with his left hand. He yanked it out and dropped to his knees in pain. 

I wildly shot more arrows till nothing but smoke remained in the air.
Grant and I ran to where Deccan was crouching on the ground, with the agony my ill line up had caused.

"I'm so sorry! I really am." I spurted. He didn't say anything but his troubled breathing spoke volumes.

He grunted with effort while trying to stand. Grant steadied him on his feet while he cupped the injury patch with his left hand.
Once he was steady, I gently moved his hand away to see the laceration. Bright red blood oozed out of a hole in his navy blue cloak. 

If this is how bad it looked, I don't want to see under those clothes.

He bent his head and scowled at his wound and muttered,
"I just took a bath."

"Yo dude, how do you manage to crack me up during such times." Grant looked away and stifled a smile.

"I'm so sorry." I whispered again, incase he didn't hear me the first time.

Without lifting his head, he furrowed his brows and glanced at me.
"We need to work on your aiming skills. Unless you mistook me for one of them."

We treaded back quickly to instruct everyone to stay put, if Hellga hadn't made them homeless just yet. I held my instrument horizontally in my hand and squeezed it, transforming it back into a blood red cubical piece that I tucked away in my robe. 

I tried to convert Deccan's sword since squeezing it hurt his arms, but the new thing that we learnt along the way is that only the owner could transform their weapon and that it wouldn't work if someone else tried.

The witches' hut came into view, but outside it stood Liam and Dora looking around.

"There!" Dora called out to Liam on seeing us and waved frantically. We increased our stride once again and reached them out of breath.

"It's not safe out there I assume?" Liam interrogated while scanning us top to bottom.

"Bingo. You got it." Deccan tried to evade the queries by subtly keeping his wound out of sight. 

"Let's go in, we're getting cold." Grant grabbed Deccan and both of them hurried past Liam.

He quizzically looked at the two and turned to me, "Something seems off about them. Did you guys see something?"