Fight Without a Sword

First Kiss

Chapter 3

Although the spell was ready, it would stake some few minutes to say the lengthy incantation. And based on what the three magic users had told Braka, they would most likely all die today, and the Helvete Faen would still invade and kill every dwarf on Brenna.

But a chance was still a chance, even a small one. So Braka and Gax readied themselves to keep the Faen back long enough for the Hyggiandi to finish their casting. Tripling the safe distance, the two warriors looked back at the sorcerers begin their chanting. Braka began a silent count under his breath, as Strond had said the incantation could take five minutes.

Luckily, the main force of the army was still farther back, but in range of the chain lighting. After 60 years of war with the clever dwarves, the Helvete Faen had learned to be cautious of traps.

And two lone dwarves standing in the middle of a field, ready to take on an army so massive that there has never been one like it in the history of Brenna, sure seemed like the set up to a trap. Even the stupid monsters could see that.

"Unfortunately, they did send a large group of Faen troops ahead to investigate the situation," Braka thought to himself and laughed.

"Seriously? You're laughing now?" Gax asked incredulously.

"How does a Helvete Faen investigate?" Braka asked, his face a stone cold mask, his voice even and steady.

"I don't know, Braka. Look for clues?" Gax responded.

"No, they smell their finger and then dig deeper into their ass to find more answers," Braka replied laughing again.

This time, Gax joined in and they howled loudly together, taunting the Helvete Faen coming directly towards them.

It would only be seconds until the first group of pasty white horrors reached the two dwarves.

"Remember my orders, Gax," Braka said. "When the moment comes, run like hell. Don't look back for me."

Gax replied with a grunt, and banged his hammer onto his helmet a few times to wake up the old senses. Braka grunted and did the same with the Bastards in his hands.

"Good luck, sir."

"Good luck, old friend. May the ancestors watch over you from this day forth."

Strond continued with his constant chanting, and watched the scene unfold below him. The two warriors were greater than any he had ever personally witnessed. They sailed across the battlefield, creating stains on the ground everywhere they went, and sending chunky red sprays into the air like the humans of Vit with their celebratory fireworks.

Gax with his two-handed warhammer was a sight to behold in his own right. He had obviously worked alongside the other dwarf for a long time. His style reflected that of Braka, but it could not hold a candle to the deathly skills of the Oor Viti Captain.

Braka Hammaer was death itself before Strond's eyes. Watching him so intently, Strond began to lose focus. He slowed his chant by a tiny millisecond of time, but one that he noticed straight away.

"Pay attention, you fool," Strond thought to himself.

If he messed this up, there would be no more dwarfs on Brenna. It was up to him and the Silent Twins to eradicate this massive army of Helvete Faen standing on the doorstep into the heart of the Dwarven kingdom.

Only two minutes remained of this chant, but they were entering the truly dangerous and difficult part of the incantation. One mispronounced word, one slip of the tongue, and it was certain death for whoever made the mistake.