An Orc's Journey

14. Richter's Madness

"How much longer?" Dehaka crossed his arms and put his feet on Krista, who shoved them off her and put her feet up. "I don't know" Richter had a foot on the wheel and his arms in a fridge behind him "Where was the warzone H?"
"Up by the Avariel tower. West about 200 miles." H was laid across two seats with Abigail on top of him.
"Well we're about to cross back onto land. So ready your butts!"

With a clunk the wheels slowly appeared out of the boat and the car slowly shaped itself out of the boat into a car. "Well that was easier than before" Dehaka leaned forward between the two seats in front. "How long until we get to the battlefield?"
"Um. I'd say. Roughly a day. So you may want to rest." Richter sat at the wheel peeling a banana. Feet steering the car.
"So do you not sleep?" Dehaka leaned back and folded his arms.
"I used to. But uh. Since I went to Acalatia, I can't." Richter took a bite of the banana. His voice was calm and toneless "I don't know what happened to me. But when I went there I lost a lot man."
"Like what?"
"Well the sleep obviously. And the whole reason not to randomly kill people who don't benefit me. Oh. And any sense of attraction towards anything. You know, the stuff that doesn't mean shit all in the long run."
Dehaka saw Richter in another light. This guy wasn't just a sociopath or psychopath. He wasn't devoid of these feelings. They were taken from him. By either the harsh landscape he had grown up in or by whatever happens to people in Acalatia. Possibly both, you couldn't say that it wasn't possible in the collection. Pretty much anything could happen.

Dehaka woke up four hours after his conversation with Richter to someone screaming "FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUK" and as he looked out the window he realised the predicament they were in. They were sideways in mid-air and there was a guy underneath them. The car landed upright with a loud smashing sound.
"NO NO NO NO NO!" Richter stepped out of the car and put his hands on the bonnet of Bruce. His eyes glowed green and his arms began to shake as the car rose up and repaired it's dents. "OH THANK GOD" He took his hands off the car and walked back to his chair and sat down. Grabbed his guns and walked towards the back of the car. Dehaka, Krista, H and Dits got out the car and follow whilst Abigail set up in the back window.
"OI FUCKHEAD MEGEE" Richter pointed both guns at the person who had caused his emergency maneuver. Who did not turn around. "I DON'T KNOW WHO YOU THINK YOU FUCKING ARE. BUT IF BRUCIE IS DAMAGED AGAIN I'LL SHOOT YOU UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT TO SHOOT. YOU UNDERSTAND ME?"

The person slowly turned. It was a Ragistolia. With eyes which was weird, unfortunately it's weirdest part wasn't it's eyes. His arms were made of magma and death. Even Krista, a child, could tell that. And he spoke with a voice that showed no care and emotion. "Pull the trigger if it bothers you so much you insignificant piece of shit. Or stand aside and let me do my job."

"Your job?" Krista leaned on the car. Swinging her dagger. "The fuck is that supposed to mean?"
"What does it sound like child?" The Elf stepped forwards. "I have a duty to do."
"What duty?" Dits withdrew his staff. "What does that mean."
Dehaka stepped forwards towards the Elf. "He's here to collect us. Aren't you?" he put a finger on the Elf's hood. And lifted it off. He looked straight at the Elf, barely reacting to the Elf's new aura of Magic. Demon magic. "So you got caught up in the Christian faith huh?" Dehaka poked the Elf's eye. "Let me guess. You think you're immortal. But I'll tell you something that you won't want to hear." Dehaka leaned in extremely close and whispered into the Elf's ear. Who fell in horror and began to convulse. His arms and head began to withdraw their magical energy.

Dehaka stood facing away from the Elf but still next to him and drew his blades. "Everyone surround him! We have to protect him for this to work!" Slowly everyone apart from Richter stood circling the Elf. Weapons ready. "What are we protecting him from?" Abigail stood a step closer to the Elf. "You'll know it when you see it" Dehaka spun both blades in circles.
"NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR PRONOUNS DEHAKA" Dits smacked the Orc on the head with his stick. Making a distinctive thunking sound.
"Fine. All the magic has left his body. But. It'll try to re-enter him. So anything Magma or Demonic coming towards us isn't going to be left standing.
"And what about Death?" Rory stood with a bucket on his head with eye holes poked out and his fist raised.
"Well. That's for me and H to worry about." Dehaka grabbed the Walker in his Human form. A tall ginger man with military attire on. "You ready?"
H nodded "Let's go."