The Orinthian Warrior Book 1 Part 11

Bluefeathers slowly inched toward Dilo and Charcoal. “WHO ARE YOU.” Charcoal demanded, with a huge spiked boulder at the ready. “The real question is, who are you.” Bluefeathers responded calmly. “I know who he is.” Dilo walked over to Bluefeathers, still shocked now that his voice was back. “You are Bluefeathers of the drakes. One of the three drakes who, thought to have heroically, killed Crystal three decades ago.” “THOUGHT TO BE HEROICALLY?!? IT WAS HEROICALLY.” Bluefeathers snapped angrily. “But those guardians DID NOT believe me. Want to know how? Because that pestlike spider from the land of ************* turned me to nothing… but BONE.”

Charcoal stamped his feet. “Pfft. Yeah right. I’m gonna listen to a Drake with a silly name that doesn’t have feathers at all.”

“OH MY OVERSEER! ENOUGH WITH THAT.” Bluefeathers roared. Charcoal threw his boulder at the bony figure of Bluefeathers, who just dissolved enough that the boulder passed through his head, then he materialized again.

“Oh, you want a fight? I’ll GIVE you one.” Immediately Bluefeathers charged towards them with his claws at the ready. Dilo did a somersault in mid-air and slammed his Sacred Shield (given to him by the Overseer) into Bluefeather’s forehead. “YOU GOTTA ATTACK FAST!” Dilo roared immediately.

Charcoal swiftly threw multiple boulders at Bluefeathers, who bashed away the first few but got covered by a dozen more.

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS.” Bluefeathers shrieked from underneath the pile of thrown rocks. “Save it for the next time you go to the Underworld.” Dilo snapped back. “We need to leave.” He said to Charcoal. And soon they were traveling on the sand…