The Wandering Inn

Book 1: Chapter 41

Fire! Put out the fire!

Of all the ways to wake up, hearing that shouted from below still beat being stabbed in the chest. But the Horns of Hammerad were still out of bed and racing downstairs within seconds of hearing it.

A cloud of black smoke billowed out of the kitchen as Erin stumbled out, hacking and coughing. Toren followed her, holding a smoking, flaming pan. He charged outside and the Horns of Hammerad saw him hurl the pan to the ground and begin stomping on whatever had been inside.

The smoke began to clear a bit, but it still stung the eyes. The smell of burnt grease and charcoal lingered unpleasantly in the air.

Erin stared up at the adventurers staring down at her from the staircase. She grinned weakly and waved.

Oh. Hi. Um. Anyone want pancakes?

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Much to Erins surprise, the Horns of Hammerad actually knew what pancakes were. Apparently, pancakes werent a product of the modern age and so she served several heaping plates to her guests until they were all full.

Pancakes were fun. Pancakes were easy to make. Erin could let Toren stir the batter together while she cooked them on a pan over the fire. She used a spatula and oiled her pan well to get the pancakes to stop sticking. Shed tried flipping it like chefs did on TV, but she stopped after the pancakes kept landing on Toren and the fire.

She joined them for the last bit of the meal once shed reached a critical mass of pancake. Erin munched on her food as the adventurers ate their way back into the waking world.

What was all that about?

Erin looked at the bald mage and tried to remember his name. Soulstorm? It was something like that.

Oh, uh, I was trying to teach him how to cook.

Erin pointed to Toren as the skeleton walked into the room with a pitcher of milk. She accepted a refill of the glass as the other adventurers stared at her.

What? I thought it would be easy. Fun fact: its not.

A skeletoncooking?

Well, he already does all the other chores. If he could do stuff like make eggs, stir soup and flip pancakes itd make my life even easier. But uh, skeletons dont really understand the difference between cooked and burned.

Gerial exchanged a glance with a female mage and shook his head. But Ceria looked intrigued.

Its not a bad idea. Im still not sure what Pisces was thinking giving you only one skeleton as a guard, but I suppose thats all your mana supply could take.

Erin froze, fork stuck in her food.

My what? I dont have any magic. I mean, I cant use magic.

Ceria frowned at Erin.

Really? Who told you that?

Pisces.

Ah. But I wasnt talking about spellcasting. I just meant your internal mana supply.

Ceria looked around and saw blank faces around her, except for the other two mages.

Oh come on. You all know you have magic inside of you, right?

Gerial looked down at his stomach, bemused.

We do?

Of course. Magic is part of us. Its in the air we breathe, the food we eatwe all have our own supply of mana, however small. My kind has a great deal of internal magic we generate simply by existing so we make good mages. Humans on the other hand

She shrugged and bit into a piece of pancake. She chewed and spoke around her food.

Not as much. But exceptions exist and they make good mages. But even if you dont cast spells you have some mana in you. Enough to sustain basic spells or supply a summoned creature with enough magic to survive if it cant by itself.

So I have magic? In me? Does that mean if Toren wasnt here Idbe able to cast spells?

Ceria paused and shook her head sympathetically.

Im sorry. But if Pisces tested you its unlikely. Maybe theres a better chance but

Oh.

Erin said it quietly. She kept eating in silence as the other adventurers spoke.

Id like to go into the city and collect our share of the supplies. We also need to visit the Adventurers Guild to make sure were still cleared to enter the ruins. But ah, we cant go if that adventurer is still around.

Calruz scowled as he ate two pancakes in a single bite.

Gazi the Omniscient. It would be inconvenient if she were to trouble us now. I will go with you.

Erin blinked and looked up from her plate.

Gazi? Oh, shes gone.

The other Horns of Hammerad stared at her.

Are you sure?

Yeah. She told me she was going and looking for something. Somewhere else.

Erin was aware of the other adventurers sharing a look at the table, but she didnt understand what it meant. It was just a look that told you it was significant but didnt share any of the details. It could be that it was a look to signify the world was changing and those present were at the precipice of a new era. Or it could be a look to subtly acknowledge some unlucky person had stepped in dog poo and hadnt noticed. You couldnt tell.

Well then, that makes things simpler. At least for now.

Gerial shook his head and stood up from the table.

Well see if anything else needs doing in the city. Calruz, do you still want to join us?

The Minotaur snorted.

There is no need to waste any more time with useless chattering and polishing weapons. Tomorrow we fight. Tell the others I will be ready when the time comes.

The adventurers nodded and began trooping out the door. Erin stared at their dirty dishes and pointed silently to Toren and then at the table. The skeleton obediently walked over and began to gather them.

Calruz was still eating, but Erin could hear the other adventurers debating how to spend their last day. Some were in favor of buying trinkets to send to family, others to see what kind of entertainment was available in the city. Erin clearly heard Gerial talking casually to the others as he closed the door behind him.

Thats odd. Was that large rock there yesterday?

Erin shot up in her seat.

Wait!

She threw the door open and caught the adventurers as they were descending the hill. Erin desperately waved her arms at them and shouted incoherently.

Stop! Hold it! Dont go any further!

They turned and stared. Erin pointed with a trembling finger at the large, conspicuously inconspicuous boulder casually blocking their path towards the city.

Stay right there! If the rock moves, hit it or cast spell or something!

Hit the rock?

Perplexed, Gerial and the other adventurers stared at the hidden Rock Crab. Ceria on the other hand narrowed her eyes and took a few steps back.

Erin rushed inside her inn and came out a few seconds later with a basket full of seed cores. Calruz followed her and stared at the giant boulder.

What are you worried about?

Erin grabbed one of the seed cores carefully and held it in one hand. She pointed at the boulder as she glared at Calruz.

Theres a monster down there.

He squinted.

I dont see it. Is it hiding in the ground?

No!

Erin pointed again.

See that? That thing?

Calruz looked. He frowned.

That is a boulder. What of it?

Ceria coughed.

Its actually not, Calruz. Its a monster, hiding under the rock. What youre actually looking at is a shell.

The other adventurers reacted to that news. Several swore and those holding weapons backed up as they gripped their weapon hilts.

Are you sure?

Ceria nodded.

I didnt see it at first, but theres definitely something odd about that boulder. It looks tooout of place. See how the grass is flattened around it? And it hasnt sunk into the earth as it should have over time.

Gerial frowned as he half-unsheathed his sword.

I believe you, but my [Dangersense] hasnt gone off.

Not everything trips the [Dangersense]. And if its a sneak attack youd have to be right next to the creature and by that point youd be dead.

He blew out his mustache.

Fair point. Well, how do you want to tackle it? Freezing spells and then we charge in?

Calruz nodded. He reached for his axe.

Ill break its shell.

No need.

To the adventurers surprise Erin walked forwards.

I can totally scare it off.

Calruzs face was a statement of incredulity.

Impossible.

Watch me.

Erin took aim and threw. Her first seed core splattered harmlessly against the Rock Crabs shell. The second and third did the same, as blue-gray seeds and liquid began trickling down the side of the boulder.

The adventurers were just starting to fidget in place when the Rock Crab suddenly lurched to its feet. They immediately readied their weapons, but the giant crab began scuttling away as Erin threw several more Seed Cores after it. Courtesy of her skill, each one struck the shell until the Rock Crab scuttled over a hilltop and disappeared.

Erin turned, smiling, and saw the Horns of Hammerad staring at her, slack-jawed.

How did you do that?

She showed them the seed cores and explained about the strange trees in the orchard shed found. Ceria frowned at the small cores.

I think I know what youre talking about. Can I see one of those ah, seed cores?

Here.

Erin casually tossed a seed core at Ceria. The Half-elf yelped, desperately grabbed the pod and held it gingerly in her hands as if it were a live grenade.

Tree kissing rot! Dont do that!

Why?

Cerias hand shook as she very carefully held the seed core in her hand.

I thought it had to be it. Blue fruithollow seed podthis is a core of the Amentus fruit. Its highly poisonous. Dont you know that?

Um. No.

Actually, Erin remembered Pisces mentioning it before.

Its toxic. Very dangerous stuff. Surely you realized consuming it was bad?

Well it smells so terrible that I never tried.

Here.

Ceria gingerly handed the core back to Erin and watched it as she put it in the basket.

Its fine if you dont break them, but dont let any of the liquid get on your skin.

Why?

You could get sick. Not too badly, but its possible even touching the liquid could poison you mildly.

Erin thought back to the time when shes started throwing up randomly.

Oh.

Its not as if youd die instantly. But ingest enough of the liquid or the seeds and youd be dead within the day.

Ooh. That would explain why I got sick one time. I accidentally squished a seed pod while I was making blue juice.

Cerias eyes bulged.

Weve been drinking that? Are you insane?

Just the outer part!

Erin hurried to reassure Ceria. The Half-elf looked pale, but after a while she accepted that Erin probably hadnt poisoned them.

Gerial frowned at the seed cores in Erins basket, confused.

That explains why the crab ran off. But why is it afraid of a tiny bit of poison? Its a lot bigger than we are.

It must not have strong resistance to poison. Either that or it has no way to reduce the buildup of toxins like we do. Those crab-creatures might carry the sickness within them for the rest of their lives if theyre not careful.

Gerial and the other adventurers muttered as Erin handed Toren the seed cores to put back in the inn. This time far away from the kitchen.

Well, you saved our hides from a nasty encounter. That thing was big and I dont relish wasting any more healing potions before we go into the ruins.

Mm.

Calruz folded his arms and stared at the place where the Rock Crab had been. He didnt appear particularly impressed.

Go, then. I will remain here.

Ceria and the others eyed him curiously.

Doing what? Sleeping?

No. Teaching.

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Only Calruz would think about teaching an innkeeper to fight.

Geiral shook his head as he and Ceria pushed their way into the local Adventurers Guild in Liscor. The building was far smaller than they were used to and bustling with activity. Countless Bronze-rank adventurers were trying to turn in bounties on monsters or take the few requests posted on the jobs board.

Here.

Ceria pointed and the two got into the shortest line. They kept talking as a harried-looking Drake receptionist dealt with the adventurers in front of them.

I mean, why does she need training? You saw how she handled that crab thing.

Thats not the same as knowing how to fight. And besides, those seed cores wont do much good against a group of bandits or even a few Goblins.

Ceria had to raise her voice to talk over the hubbub in the room. The receptionist in front of them had a loud voice and she was using it liberally as she dealt with the line in front of them.

Look, I dont care how the Human cities do it. We dont give out bounties for beating up thugs. How do you know they were guilty anyways? Next time, let the Watch take care of it. Next!

Still. Do you think hes going to teach her how to use a weapon? In a day?

Its Calruz. He probably expects Erin to be like Minotaur children. They grow up knowing how to use a blade.

Evil Goblins? Robbing you? And what are we supposed to do about it? Go and post a bounty if youre that upset. But theyre Goblins. Go grab a sword and deal with it yourself!

I hope he goes easy on her. Id hate for him to hurt her accidentally.

You Humans. Always so worried. Shes survived this far. Calruz wont kill her by the time we get back. Probably.

No, there are no more requests available. Sorry. Next! You two, the Human and er, pointy-eared Human!

Gerial and Ceria looked up. Selys waved at them and they approached.

What can I do for you? And if its about lodging or supplies, dont bother. The Guild is all out of everything.

No, ah its not that miss.

Gerial cleared his throat and smiled at Selys. The Drake did not return the smile.

Were part of the Horns of Hammerad. Weand four other teamsput in a request a few days ago to enter the ruins as part of an expedition. We were wondering if we had permission

Oh, youre that lot.

Selyss eyes widened and she stared at Gerial and Ceria.

Youre the first Silver-rank team weve had in the city in a while. I expected youd be bigger. And dont you have a Minotaur in your group? Please dont let him cause any damage.

She rushed on before either adventurer could respond.

Anyways, the Guild already approved your request so theres nothing to worry about. Go right ahead.

Both Ceria and Gerial exchanged a quizzical glance. Gerial cleared his throat.

Um. We dont need any seals? Any letters or proof we can enter?

This time it was Selys turn to look confused.

Why would you need anything like that? Youre adventurers, right? Just go out and kill monsters and try not to get killed.

Oh its just

Its just that in Human cities adventuring is a lot more regulated.

Ceria leaned over the counter and smiled at Selys.

We dont want to cause any trouble, being outsiders and all.

Selys smiled at Ceria, her eyes flicking to the half-Elfs pointed ears.

Well, I appreciate that. Most of your Humanser, the Humans we get dont obey many of our laws. If you could clear out those Ruins so they all go away I think the city would throw you a celebration.

Something to look forwards to. Were heading in tomorrow. So just to clarifytheres nothing we need to do?

Selys waved one hand.

Youre fine. Go in whenever you likejust dont bring any trouble out with you. The Watch is busy enough as it is.

She turned to call for the next adventurer when another Drake walked over and put a hand on Selys shoulder. The other Drake murmured in Selys ear. She called out to Gerial and Ceria as they were about to leave.

Wait! You two!

They turned. Selys flashed them another smile.

Sorry, but youre from the north, arent you? Theres an annoying Human messenger in the city and he keeps bothering people.

Oh?

Intrigued, Gerial and Ceria returned to the counter. Gossip and rumor were the lifeblood of an adventurer, and they were always curious about politics even in cities like Liscor.

Apparently hes come representing some flower. Nooh! I see. A Lady Magnolia. That makes more sense.

Lady Magnolia?

Yeah, something like that. He wants to talk to someone important. Well, we have a Council but theyre not going to listen to every Human noble who comes calling. But hes persistent and he wont go away. Is this Magnolia that important?

Very! Shes one of the Five Families!

The what?

You havent heard of them?

Selys rolled her eyes and twitched her tail in annoyance.

If I had I wouldnt be asking. Who are they?

The Reinharts, Veltras, Terland, Wellfar and El families were the first humans to ever settle on this continent. They were aristocracy related to kings from the continent Terandria. Theyre still very rich and influential today.

The female Drake frowned.

El? What kind of name is that? You Humans and your strange names.

She shook her head and continued.

Okay, I suppose that means shes important? Would you say shes like the mayor of a village?

She would outrank the ruler of a city. The Reinharts have so many connections that if they declared war, half a dozen cities would march their armies at their command!

Selys tail stopped moving. The receptionist next to her flicked out her tongue once.

Um. Really?

Ceria and Gerial both nodded seriously, as did the other Humans in earshot.

The other four families have various scions with degrees of power, but as far as the Reinharts are concerned, Lady Magnolia rules the entire house. Shes wealthy, powerful, and probably one of the ten most important individuals in the continent.

Er. You mean in the north, right?

Anywhere.

Selys exchanged a look with the other Drake. The other Drakes bright orange scales and her green scales had lost a bit of their color.

Um. Well. Thank you. Wellwell do something about that.

The other receptionist practically sprinted out of the building. Selys stared at her back and then shook her head. She stared at the heaving room of mostly humanity and sighed. Then she raised her voice.

Next!

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Erin made a fist with her hands. She raised it and prepared to punch. Then she hesitated.

Arent you going to block?

Calruz shook his head.

Give me your strongest punch. I wish to feel it.

Erin nodded. She raised her fist and then hesitated again.

Youre sure I can hit you?

Calruz snorted impatiently.

If you can injure me I will hang up my axe and cease living as a warrior this instant.

Fine then. You asked for it!

Erin clenched her hand tightly. She breathed in and out quickly a few times, trying to psyche herself up. Somehow, even though Calruz was just standing in the grass outside of her inn he suddenly looked hugethat was, even taller than he already was.

Three hundred pounds and closer to seven feet than six of solid Minotaur loomed over Erin. She took a deep breath and attacked.

Hiyah!

Erin tried to punch hard and fast. Her fist struck Calruz in his stomach and she yelped.

Ow!

His abs were like stone.

Try again.

Erin did. Her fist bounced off of Calruss stomach.

Ow! Why do I feel like Im hurting myself more than you?

Your form is terrible.

Thanks.

It is not a compliment.

Calruz sighed.

Do you not even know how to punch properly?

Erin stared at him.

Is there a way to punch right? Dont you just make a fist and

She punched at the air and then saw Calruzs expression.

Well I dont know! Ive never been in a fight before I came here!

This time it was Calruzs turn to eye Erin.

Never?

Never.

What about your creature? Surely it knows how to do battle.

Calruz pointed at Toren, who was silently watching him teach Erin. The skeleton made a fist. It looked okay to Erin, but Calruz took one look and shook his head.

That neither you nor yourpet know how to defend themselves is a shame. Were you never taught how to fight?

The Minotaur looked both surprised and disgruntled. He shook his head unhappily.

I see I have much to teach you. Starting with how to strike.

What about your skill? That [Hammer Blow] attack was amazing! How about you teach me how to do that?

Someone who cannot even punch properly would never learn a skill.

That made sense, but Erin had more questions. She hadnt really been able to ask Calruz yesterday, what with having to cook dinner.

Okay, your skill is super-advanced. But how do you do it? I mean, is it magic?

Calruz snorted.

I am no mage. That was a Skill. It allows me to transcend my hardest strike and turn it into something even stronger.

YeahI still dont get it.

Erin pointed at Calruzs axe.

If you swing that thing as hard as you can, how can you somehow hit harder than your hardest hit? Um. What I meant was

It is the act of exceeding ones limits.

Calruz tapped the handle of the axe on his back. Toren had barely managed to get it out of the ground, but the Minotaur swung it around easily.

There is art in this. My kind practices little magic. We are not gifted enough to study spells as other races do.

He snorted dismissively.

But we are not weak. We understand war and battle. And thiswe understand the flow of combat. To learn and use such skills, you must forget your frailties and strike with heart.

That sounds deep. Like a martial art.

Is that a kind of fighting Humans practice?

Yeah. Its sort of likeuma way to fight with your hands? You kick and punch in special ways.

Erin tried to demonstrate a karate chop. Calruz actually seemed interested, although he winced as he watched her.

I know a human who fights with her fists. She isskilled. But wild. And she does not understand. She fights with cunning and grace, but she only fights at her limit. She does not think she can go further. Thusshe never will.

He stared off into the distance.

She lacks vision. I will make her understand that.

That made no sense to Erin, but it was nice to see that Calruz had a crush on someone. She just hoped whoever it was appreciated bigbull guys. Somehow she had doubts about his romantic prospects, but she continued asking questions.

So whats the key behind a skill? Desire?

Not just desire. It is the refinement of a single strike into a moment of perfection. But that is something far beyond you at this moment. For now, you must learn to punch.

He held up a massive hand, twice as big as hers palm towards her.

Strike my palm. I will show you how to attack properly.

Erin made a fist. Calruz immediately shook his head.

Not like that. You will break your fingers if you strike unevenly.

He held up his other hand and made a fist. It looked like a furry brick and Erin wondered what would happen if he hit her with it.

Like this. Strike with your knuckles here and here. And keep your thumb outside your fist.

Calruz pointed to Erins index and ring fingers, demonstrating with his own fist. She copied him, awkwardly shifting her fingers into the right positions.

And then when you strike, step forwards and move your hips like so.

He shifted his hips as he threw a lightning-fast jab. Erin blinked. She felt the wind from his arm.

Okay let me try. Likethis?

She punched his hand. It felt better, somehow. She could put more weight into it. Calruz grunted and nodded.

Again.

Erin punched again and again, switching hands at his directive. He nodded after a few more tries.

Good. That is the proper technique. Nowkick!

He showed Erin how to kick at his midsection and had her try. Twice she fell down, but after about ten minutes she was kicking hard enough to make him block with two hands rather than one.

Now, the skeleton. Punch it.

Erin eyed Toren. He immediately raised his hands like Calruz, but the Minotaur pointed at him.

You. Thing. Dodge her.

The skeleton turned its head to Calruz silently, as if wondering whether it should obey. But it started dodging left and right.

Try to strike it.

Erin did. Toren dodged. He was quite quick. She punched and kicked but he kept on dodging.

You are painfully slow. Move faster! Dont strike where he is, but where he will be.

Calruz gave her adviceor insulted her as Erin tried, sweating. She punched at Toren and he leaned back effortlessly.

Fast. Faster. Pull back your arm quickly.

Erin chased Toren around fruitlessly for a few minutes, and then stopped and glared at Calruz.

Why am I learning to fight with my fists? Shouldnt I be using a sword?

He shook his head.

I am teaching you a basic truth. You must know how to fight without weapons or it will be a weakness others will exploit. Besides, you understand nothing of the flow of combat. You must learn to strike your opponent before you are worthy of using a blade.

He looked at Toren. The skeleton wasnt winded from dodging Erin, having no lungs to worry about but Erin was sweaty and gasping for air.

Very well. We shall try something else. The skeleton shall guard and you will break through. Punch him, kick him. Destroy your opponent.

Something about the way he said that bothered Erin. She squared up against Toren and tried a punch. This time the skeleton blocked it.

Ow.

If you break your fingers or cut your skin there are potions. Keep attacking.

Erin did. Toren had a harder time blocking her. She was stronger than he was, which was odd to think of. Erin punched and he shifted backwards in the grass slightly as his arm caught her fist. She kicked and he stumbled.

Erin waited for Toren to regain his balance which earned her a roar of disapproval from Calruz.

Dont stop! Press the attack! Your goal is to defeat your enemy. Hurt him. Mercy is a luxury only the strong can afford. Attack until he lies in pieces.

Again, the words bothered Erin. But she punched anyways. It was easy. So long as Toren just blocked and didnt jump around she could feint a punch and then kick

This time her foot kicked one leg out from under the skeleton. He fell to one knee and Erin stepped forwards and punched him in the face. His head twisted sideways. Erin ignored the stinging in her hand and raised it again to knock him down.

She stared down at the empty skull and froze. For a second, she was on the ground staring up at a Goblin Chieftain with a sword in his hands. She smelled burning flesh.

She remembered. She remembered another face. Klbkch. And a pool of green blood. She held him in her arms as he died.

Slowly, Toren righted himself and got to his feet. He stared at Erinas did Calruz. She couldnt know that her face had gone deadly white, or that she was suddenly shaking.

I cant do this.

Calruz shook his head.

You must. You must learn to fight.

No.

Erin shook her head, or was it her entire body that shook. She felt sick. She was close to throwing up.

I cant. Im no warrior.

Unbidden, the words shed dreamed of spoke themselves. Her childhood rhyme.

The king is smart and uses his head. For if he moves, hell soon be dead.

Calruz stared at her.

What does that mean?

It meansit means that whenever I got into trouble before I always got people killed. Or I killed. I nearly died. I cant do it. Better to just let Toren learn to fight. Teach him instead.

Erin pointed at Toren. The skeleton nodded, but Calruz shook his head.

Your king. In times of need even he defends himself, does he not?

He meant real kings, but it was true of chess as well.

Only as a last resort.

This is the last resort I speak of. Someday, you will surely be alone and without anyone to protect you. Will you die then, or fight?

Erin didnt have any good comeback to that. She bowed her head.

Striking a downed opponent may be wrong.

There was something in Calruzs voice that made Erin look up. He didnt bark his next few words, but spoke more quietly, choosing them carefully.

Perhapsyes. There is more honor in you than I thought. Very well. I have little time so I shall simply teach you to fight. If you practice against your creature, you may learn the basics quickly enough.

He gestured, and Toren raised his guard again.

The skeleton will block. Simply strike at him. He is dead so it matters little what you do. Forget death and battle for the moment. Simply know the purity of combat.

That sounded better. Erin nodded and stood straight. She made a fist and Toren blocked.

That doesnt mean strike like a pathetic weakling! Hit harder!

Erin did.

Ow.

It wasnt as if there was any soft part on Toren to hit. Erin punched again and her fist collided with his bony arm.

Ow.

After a few minutes Calruz had Erin learn to block. This time Toren attacked, striking her hands and arms hard. But it was easy. Surprisingly easy to see everything coming. Erins arms hurt but the skeleton never landed a punch or kick on her. He was probably taking it easy like Calruz, but the Minotaur seemed approving.

Nowa spar.

Cant we rest instead?

Erin complained as she rubbed at her arms. She needed a healing potion. She could already feel the bruises.

No. Consider this a final test. Both of youspar with each other. You are a good match. Equally weak. Well, the skeleton knows how to fight but it should be good practice.

She wanted to protest, but arguing with Calruz was worse than trying to shift a stubborn bull. Erin stumbled towards Toren as the skeleton raised his guard. He feinted at her. Mechanically she blocked.

Blocking was easy. Punching was easy. It was too easy. Fighting waswasnt something Erin liked.

Toren kicked at her chest and Erins arm was pushed away. He punched her in the breast.

Ow! Hey

His fist caught her in the jaw. Erin stumbled, and then got mad. She caught his fist and slugged Toren in the head. This time he stepped back. The skeleton carefully eyed Erin and then charged.

That was too fast. And hed never tried that on Erin. But she was angry now. She stepped sideways at the last moment and rammed him from the side. Toren went sprawling and Erin kicked him in the ribs as he was getting up.

She didnt see how Calruzs eyes widened as she blocked Toren as he rapidly struck at her face and sides, kicking, punching without landing a hit on her. Erin was just acting on instinct. Toren was so slow. He was a fighting machine, but he fought like a machine. He wasnt original.

She stomped on his foot and pushed him down. Toren rolled as she kicked at him and leapt to his feet. He feinted at her face. Erin didnt move. She could tell it was fake. Toren pulled his fist back, confused. Erin hit him futilely in the shoulder. The problem was that she couldnt really hurt him. He was all bones.

But she was winning. She could feel it.

Erin was still sick. And tired. And her hands hurt. But there was something else there, too.

Frustration. And a bit of anger.

Nonot just a bit. A quiet ocean, sitting just below the depths of Erins thoughts. A part of her hated violence. But another part was relieved she could fight back. It wanted her to never be helpless. It was anger, and something else.

And it feltgood to let it out.

Toren punched and received a cross-counter to the face. Erin didnt know that was what she did. She just saw the opening and took it.

She kicked and Toren blocked. She dodged a fist to her side and slapped his arm down before hitting his arms as he covered his face.

His guard was faltering. Erin felt a rush of energy. She punched faster, putting her hips into the blow like Calruz had shown her. More strength. She was stronger than Toren, thanks to her skill.

She just wanted to knock that stupid skeleton down. He kept coming at her, again and again. It didnt matter that she hit him. He was dead, and he had no flesh to bruise. But he didnt hold back and her arms were hurting.

Toren had just kicked Erins leg and she was staggering. But she saw him run at her and something in her mind clicked. She stood up, raised her hand, took one step, and kicked.

One of Torens legs broke. Not the bones themselvesbut the leg disconnected and the skeleton went down. He raised his arms and saw Erins fist flying at his head.

She felt it. A perfect strike. A moment of truth. Erin put her entire body into one hit, throwing her entire weight into a strike that smashed right through Torens guard and crashed into where his nose would have been if he was alive.

Thud.

His head detached. In slow motion, Erin saw the skeletons head fly off the body. She stared as Torens head flew off the top of the hill, bounced down the incline, and rolled to a stop fifty feet away.

Erin stared at the upright torso of Toren in shock. After a second it buckled and fell down.

She stared at her hand. Shed opened up the skin on her knuckles and she was bleeding. But shed felt it. Shed hit Toren harder than shed ever hitor doneanything in her life. Shed felt it.

Erin stared around. She wanted to know if that was what Calruz was talking about. She looked at the Minotaur. He was gaping at her, mouth wide open, eyes bulging.

After a few moments Calruz closed his mouth. He stared at Toren and then at Erin. He cleared his throat a few times, and then looked at Erin.

Can you do that again?

-

Take a good look at this.

Gerial whistled and beckoned to Ceria. She broke off her conversation with Yvlon and both women walked over to see what was so interesting.

Cervial held up a massive crossbow, sleek black metal and pointed death. It wasnt currently loaded of course, but just by looking the two adventurers could see how much power it had.

What kind of weapon is that, Cervial?

He grinned at Yvlon and held it out to her. She accepted it carefully and stared curiously at the device.

A crossbow. Made by Dwarves. Its like a bow, but one that you can load and wait until you need to shoot. This ones a piece of art.

Beautiful.

Gerial took the bow from Yvlon as Ceria rolled her eyes. She wasnt as impressed as the other two humans, but listened readily enough as Cervial extolled the virtues of the device.

It cost nearly every gold piece we had, but it was worth it. We cracked the armor of a Stone Golem with one shot and weve brought down more shielded enemies than I can count with this.

And this is your trump card for the expedition?

We might be at a disadvantage if we run into tight corridors, but with this well be able to pull our weight.

Well, were all set here. Weve got a battle plan worked out and my team and The Horns of Hammerad are set. Lir says his folks have enough mana potions. The only group not accounted for is Geralds. Where is he?

Cervial grinned.

Gerald is busy going through the last adventurers clamoring to join the expedition. He says hell probably turn them all down, but you never know wholl turn up.

Gerial reluctantly handed the crossbow back to Cervial. He could easily imagine the Horns of Hammerad with every member holding one of the deadly weapons. Welleveryone except Calruz and Ceria.

Did we find anyone useful?

Some.

Yvlon shrugged and counted off on her gauntleted fingers.

A few mages, a Silver-rank with sword and shieldnot too many, but better than nothing. I asked the mage you told me about Gerial, but he turned me down.

Ceria glared at Gerial while he studiously looked the other way.

It was ah, just a thought. We could use all the help we can get.

Cervial shrugged. He carefully began unstringing the black crossbow.

No use fretting about one or two swords now. Were five adventuring teams. Counting the extras were over forty people strong and all of us are Silver-rank. If theres a Gold-rank team better than this Id love to see it.

Gerial nodded. He glanced covetously at the crossbow as Cervial went to store it in a case, and then looked up. Both Yvlon and Ceria glanced up as well.

They were in the Adventurers Guild, sitting by themselves at a table. But someone had walked over. A Drake. He seemedyoung, at least as far as they could tell. His scales were a lighter shade of blue than most, and he was smiling. At least, it looked like a smile. Just one with a lot of teeth.

Um. Excuse me? I heard you were the team going into the ruins. Would you mind if I joined your group?

The adventurers shared a glance. Yvlon cleared her throat and smiled at the Drake.

Im sorry, but we have enough fighters and this is a dangerous expedition were embarking on. We cant take rookies or people who arent adventurers.

The Drake looked surprised.

How do you know Im not an adventurer?

You dont have any weapons or armor, and you act like a civilian.

Oh.

The Drake nodded.

But I still think you might be willing to take me. I have valuable skills I could contribute and IId like to improve myself.

Oh? And what class are you, then? And I dont believe I caught your name.

Flustered, the Drake bowed his head slightly.

Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Olesm. Im a [Tactician]. Level 24.

-

Ceria and Geiral returned to the inn and paused. Instead of dinner they saw an unusual sight. All of the Horns of Hammerad were sitting in the grass, watching as Calruz chased Erin around. He was punching and kicking at hernot hard or quickly as they knew he could, but with enough force that Erin was screaming and running around, dodging frantically.

Aaaah! Help!

Erin ducked and scuttled away as Calruz swung one massive fist towards her head. He scowled at her.

Stop running! Dontdont crouch like that. If you must retreat, do it quickly and without wasting motion. Never turn your back to the enemy!

Calruz! What are you doing?

Ceria ran forwards. Erin dove and hid behind her. The half-Elf barred Calruzs way as the Minotaur tried to follow Erin.

Move aside Ceria. I am teaching her to fight.

By bullying her?

She must learn to fight an enemy stronger and larger than she is.

Yeah, but there are limits. I wouldnt ever get in a fight with a Minotaur. If Im ever without mana or any potions Ill just run for it.

Exactly!

Erin tried to keep Ceria between her and Calruz as she glared at the Minotaur.

Im hungry! And tired! Ive been doing stupid spars all day! I havent even had lunch!

Is this true?

Calruz didnt appear fazed by either females disapproval. He snorted and didnt respond. Ceria crossed her arms.

Im sure Erin was grateful to learn from you, but if she doesnt want to learn any more, you have to respect that.

Calruz waved one hand dismissively.

Running away will not solve anything. She must hone her instincts. I will let her rest after she lands a proper hit on me. Now move

He pushed Ceria aside. The half-Elf growled but Erin dashed forwards.

Take this!

Erin kicked upwards. Instantly, Calruzs legs tried to lock together but it was too late. Gerial, Sostrom, and every male in the Horns of Hammerad winced as Calruz bellowed in agony.

Fleeing backwards again, Erin stopped ten feet away and stared at Calruz.

Hows that you jerk? Happy?

Ceria started laughing as Calruz swore in his own language, uttering several guttural sounds as he straightened. He covered his privatepart with one hand as he glared at Erin.

Thatwas a dishonorable blow.

But it was what you wanted. Keep chasing me and IllIll do it again!

He glared, but Erin could glare with the best and she was tired and upset. At last he blew out air through his nostrils, veins throbbing on his forehead.

Go. Rest.

Before he could change his mind, Erin fled. Ceria was still laughing.

Calruz turned to Toren and pointed.

I will teach you. If you are to protect her, you must fight better. Come. Strike at me.

The skeleton rushed at Calruz without needing further prompting. The Horns of Hammerad began taking bets on whether hed hit Calruz.

Toren feinted at Calruz, and then tried to copy the move Erin had used. His foot came up. Calruz caught his leg and narrowed his eyes at the skeleton.

Erin had just poured herself a cup of water and come back outside in time to see Calruz hurl Torens head off the hill. She cleared her throat and the Horns of Hammerad looked around.

If youre done beating up my skeleton, does anyone want something to eat?

-

That was hilarious.

It was underhanded.

Ive never seen anything funnier.

Ceria was still chuckling as she sat with Calruz in the inn, eating pasta. It was Erins go-to option when she was pressed for time or tired. Boil water, insert pasta, chop up onions, add some butter and other ancillary parts and youre done. Nothing simpler.

Calruz was still glaring at his plate, but hed mostly recovered from Erins literal low blow. He shook his head as the half-elf kept poking fun at him.

At least she was able to strike at me, even by surprise. That is good.

Ceria stopped laughing and grew serious for a moment.

But really Calruz, why were you so intent on teaching her? I thought you were going to just show her how to punch properly, not try and turn her into an adventurer overnight.

The Minotaur grunted and forked a huge mess of noodles and sauce into his mouth.

I was. But she showed me that she had more potential than that.

Oh?

He grunted.

She istalented. Very talented. Ceria. In the course of a few hours she was able to overwhelm that skeleton in a fist fight. And then she unlocked a skill.

Ceria had been drinking blue juice. She choked on her drink and Calruz had to tap her on the back before she got her breath back.

Youre joking.

No.

Thats impossible.

She has a sense for battle. I have met others like her. She is gifted. Talented. It is a shame she never trained before this.

Stop. My ears are burning.

Erin smiled at Calruz as she brought another plate of steaming sausages out for the two at their table. The Minotaur and Ceria both made sounds of appreciation, but he stopped her as she was about to go back into the kitchen.

You have potential. But if you are attacked now, what I have taught you will not suffice. You must practice. Train. Remember that for now you are still weak.

Oh, I know. Im not going to do anything stupid even if I do learn to fight, though. Anyways, if I ever do get attacked Ill just toss a jar of acid at them.

Ceria paused as she reached for the largest sausage on the plate.

What?

Erin carefully brought out one of the small jars shed made for the Goblins and showed it to Calruz and Ceria, explaining where she got it from. In the meantime, Ceria scooted her chair as far away from the glowing green liquid as she could.

Do youdo you have no sense of danger? Why are you so casual with that stuff? What if you dropped it?

Hey, Im not the one handling it! Toren doesnt have any fleshy bits to melt and its useful.

Ceria shook her head.

You Humanno, youre crazy. Pardon me Erin, but you are.

Gerial leaned across the tables and studied the jar of acid. He looked up at Erin.

May I buy one?

You? Are you insane, Gerial?

It may come in useful Ceria. Besides, it shouldnt break if I put it in my pack.

Its your funeral. Just dont walk near me while were fighting.

Erin nodded happily and took the silver coins from Gerial.

Ive got lots more if you want some.

Gerial hesitated. He eyed the jar of acid and shook his head.

One is fine. It may be quite useful, but Ill trust to my usual preparations rather than rely on it.

Speaking of which

Ceria cleared his throat and nodded to the other Horns of Hammerad. They gathered around and the half-Elf pointed to a big pack she and Gerial had carried from the city.

Its time. Yvlon bought supplies, but Ill hand them out now so you can put them in your packs. Weve got rations and water and four healing potions and four mana potions each. Torches and flintall the basic supplies but well have a few carts well take in with us.

Erin was curious.

Only four healing potions? Wouldnt it be better to, I dunno, take a lot? That way you can just heal up again and again, right?

The adventurers laughed, but not condescendingly. Ceria shook her head and smiled as she explained.

Theres a limit to how much we can heal. After so many potions the body justquits. And besides, if were taking enough injuries to need more than a few healing potions were already in trouble.

Gerial nodded as he handed out bulky packages of dried rations and water flasks around.

The longest battle weve had was against an undead Lich a while back. We ran out of potions and half of our group could barely move from healing up. We cant rely on magic for everything.

Just everything important.

Ceria muttered under her breath and smiled at Gerial when he glared at her. Calruz cleared his throat and all the people in the room quieted.

I am not one for speeches. But tomorrow we go into new ruins, and we may find treasure beyond our dreams there or the greatest of enemies. Regardless, we go together. The Horns of Hammerad shall return triumphant.

He raised his mug.

To honor and glory.

To honor.

The Horns of Hammerad clinked glasses. Erin watched, silently, as they drained their mugs in a single go. She was impressed. Even Ceria managed to do it. You wouldnt expect such a petite form to be able to hold so much liquorespecially when she repeated the trick.

Can you really handle drinking so much?

Ceria grinned and shrugged.

This isnt that strong. And besides, were heading in later in the morning. If I get really drunk Ill get someone to heal me. Or drink a mana potion.

Erin looked confused. Ceria explained.

Mana potions and alcohol dont mix well. I drink it, everything comes back up. Its messy, but effective.

Somehow the idea of a graceful half-Elf puking like a college student after a night of hard drinking offended Erin more than anything else.

Just so long as you dont forget and drink the acid.

Ceria shuddered and Gerial shook his head.

No worries. Ive got that securely put away.

They went to bed early. That surprised Erin. She wouldnt have been able to sleep a wink, but maybe it was the alcohol that did it.

The Horns of Hammerad trooped upstairs. Erin remained in the common room. She wasnt tired yet. Well, she was, but there was still some part of her that was awake.

She sat in the empty room, watching Toren move around collecting mugs and sweeping up dust. Vaguely, Erin rubbed at the knuckles of her right hand. It still hurt.

She stared at her hand. It was just a hand. Shed moved chess pieces with it for so long her fingers were callused. But now she stared at her knuckles. Shed never hit anything before in her life. But today shed won a fight.

Erin closed her fingers into a fist and then sighed. She shook her head.

What a crappy thing to be good at.

[Skill Power Strike Learned.]

-

On the first day Ryoka woke up. Her head was screaming but her mind was clear. She heard the voice in her head only it wasnt her own.

[Skill Indomitable Will Learned.]

She cancelled it. A skill was meaningless. She didnt need what she already had. She would never be controlled again.

Ryoka got up and began to run.

North.

Towards Liscor.