A luxurious carriage races down the road. James pokes his head out the window. Looking at the river off to their side. The waters on the river raging. Taking everything with it to the sea. What shocked James the most was how wide the river was.
"It's a amazing isn't it. I think they can it the Grand River. It splits the Southwick Kingdom and the Wild-lands." James looks to see his master is also looking out the window.
"What's the plan Sir?" The young master look at him. A smile in his eyes. He twirls a dagger in his hand.
"I think we are going to go against the Kingdom. It will be smarter to take over a King who just got the throne than a King who has already proved he can take care of his people. Thoughts?"
"I follow your lead."
"Not with this James. I know you use to lead a squad of special forces."
"That was a long time ago, Young Master. I agree, we need to figure out which one of the rebel leaders will take the throne. Get close to him and when the time is right, take over."
"Humans are weak. Their greed knows no limit." The carriage skids on the road. The horses neigh, fighting with the driver. A roar making the driver faint. Both James and his Young Master hurry out. At the front of the cart, a large creature pins down one horse, the rest of them trying to break free.
"What is that?" The Young Master spoke as he walks closer.
The creature turns, one leg at a time. He counts eight of them. Its face comes to a stop, a horse leg hanging out of its mouth. Its thick skin looks as rough as bone. It twist its head, there are ten sets of eyes looking down. It roars at the men, fresh blood spraying all over them.
"I like it. I think I'll keep it." The Young Master walks forward. Pushing his knuckles into one hand, they rattle as they pop. He pulls his cape off, throwing to James.
"I will set up camp near the river. What do you think of horse for dinner?"
"Sounds great. This shouldn't take long." He pulls out a set of brass looking knuckles. They each have a earth crystal in them. He slides them on, then places his fist on the ground.
"Hammer fist." The ground raises up wrapping around his hands. The ground forms a pocket around his hands. Small boulder forms, its smooth's out and tapers back towards his forearms. The front edge of the hammer peaks in the middle making a small blade.
The young Master runs to the giant spider. The spider lefts its front legs then shoots them down in a rapid fire. The Young Master weaves between each blow. Letting his fist glide across each leg as they come down. He drives under the spider into a roll. Rolling off the ground, he jumps punching the spider in its under carriage. The outer shell of the spider starts to crack.
The spider starts to spin, slamming each of its legs down. It hope to smash the small bug who just punched it. Young Master jumps out of the way. The spider dances closer to him. This time he runs at the spiders face. Jumping in the air, he lefts the hammers in the air, bring them down on the spiders head. The shell cracks again. It knows it is weaker, it turns to run. A glob of web shoots out the back of the spider. Young Master tries to jump to the side, the web just catching his foot.
The giant spider seizes this opportunity. It garbs ahold of the web pulling Young Master in closer. He shoves his foot in the ground. The force making him stand up. The hammer on his right hand forms a blade. He slams it through the web cutting himself free. The spider now in full retreat. Young Master places his fist on the ground, "Shackle."
Eight giant holes open in the ground around the spider. Large earth crocos launch out of each hole grabbing a leg. They pull the spider until its body is pulled snug to the ground. It tries to pull it itself free. Its cries, calling to anyone to help it.
"Now that's enough." Young Master places his hand on the spider. This time a large clear crystal in his hand. He jumps on the back of the spider, the body spilt in three sections. He walks over to the middle section pouring mana into the crystal, he then shoves the crystal into the spiders body.
"Tame." A white force floods out of the crystal wrapping itself around the spiders head. All of its eyes filled with fear at this moment slowly become dull until they turn into a sandy brown color. The Young Master falls atop his new spider. Snoring before he even lands.
"Seems we will have a new ride?" James speaks up from the growing darkness. "I will have to strip the carriage to make this trip a little more comfortable. These two will need to sleep." He throws a blanket atop his master and walks back to his fire.
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"Talkow what happen to you?" Frank asked, he cut the stone shackle off of him.
"A dam human mage. The same one you have been looking for." Talkow curses as he pulls himself off the ground.
"That's no possible. One of my mages killed him yesterday." Frank retorts.
"He told me his name is Alred and that he would be back." Talkow spoke up this time, looking hard at Frank. "He is a strong mage. He won't die easy. Look." Talkow waves his hand at his men who had been locked down.
"Yeah, I know. He's proved that more than once. VANE!" Frank turns looking outside the cave. The bright blue hair bouncing as Vane makes his way into the cave.
"You called?" Vane rolls his eyes at Frank.
"I thought you said Alred was dead?" Frank crossed his arms looking down at Vane, the veins in his throbbing.
"I did, burnt him to a crisp. Only ashes were left." A flustered and shouts back.
"Child. I can feel the difference. You are not a match for him." Talkow spoke up.
"You, old elf think you can talk to me this way." Vane pulls his wand from out of his robe. The tip of the wand glowing light blue.
"That's enough, Alred is inside the cave. He blocked the other exit. We need to go in and finish this. Bring your drake, we need it to battle the dragon."
"No way. I'm not feeding my drake to a dragon to kill a single mage." Vane slams his foot down, the wand now pointing at Frank.
"The dragons about to die and she has an egg. So you could replace your drake for a dragon. If you can beat me for it." Talkow spoke as he walks deeper into the cave.
"Gather the men. We have a fight ahead of us. Heinrich, are you good to fight?" The red curl hair man jogs into the cave.
"You better believe it. I have some trash I need to take of." Vane shakes his head at them then whistles. The large drake ducks its head as it walk in.
"These crazy old men." Vane mutters as he climbs on Puddles back. "If Alred is still alive. We may all die."