David Bishop and the Mystic of Creation T.C. Crawford (icecream ebook reader txt) 📖

of concealment, and their furious flight through the previous night and day, their pursuers had found them!

Knowing time was running out, David and Erin sprinted as fast as they could down the hill towards the camp in a race to get to the others before the gang breached the alarms and sent them into a frenzy.

As soon as they reached the camp, the alarm went off, sending a shrilling whistle through the air followed by the yells of men running into battle – this time, they recognized the sound for what it was and were determined to prevent their victims from escaping.

Tyrius and the others quickly jumped up from their positions, struggling to shake of their sleep and grasping for their weapons while David and Erin rushed toward the incoming enemy with their blades drawn, hoping to give their companions enough time to prepare for the battle.

When the men left the shadows of the trees they had been creeping around and the light from the moon revealed their true numbers, David’s heart sank to his stomach. There was more than just a dozen – there were at least three times that, maybe more, and they were coming at them like a horde of raging pirates.

Prepared to stand their ground and fight to the death, David and Erin planted their feet and swung with all their might as the crowd of men crashed into them.

The majority of the men flew past them towards the camp, while a couple met their blades with equal ferocity, clashing steel against steel and forcing David and Erin on their heels.

Fortunately, they were becoming more seasoned fighters and they quickly deflected their charging opponent’s attacks, each breaking off into their own isolated battles while hoping their friends had had sufficient time to wake up and prepare for the incoming attack.

The sound of screams and a sudden intense flash of fire erupting through the darkness told Erin that Tyrius had successfully prepared for the attack and had cast a fury of powerful spells towards the aggressors. Several of the men caught fire and started running wildly into the darkness, weapons and anger forgotten once the flames began licking their flesh.

As she fought back her opponent, she heard the unmistakable roar of her barbarian friends as they ran into battle and a smile flashed across her face – they, too, were ready – the fight was on.

She quickly ducked under an attack that left her opponent’s right side open, giving her ample time to stab her dagger deep into the man’s ribs before she kicked him hard in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

She pulled back her dagger and threw it hard into an incoming man’s chest, dropping him instantly to the ground.

No time to spare, she lifted up her sword to deflect an incoming attack, blocking it and deflecting it back into the air before ramming her pommel hard into the face of her newest victim, sending a spray of blood from his mouth and nose before dropping him with a swift and fatal cut to his throat.

Meanwhile, David was locked in combat with a man he recognized all too well – it was one of the men from Ashmire.

The man was a fierce opponent and attacked relentlessly and with abandon, leaving David little time to react between each blow.

As he dodged the endless fray of attacks, he quickly focused on trying to find an opening that would allow him to catch his opponent off guard and give him the chance he needed to turn the tides and go on the offensive.

That moment finally came.

The man put all his weight into an overhead swing, hoping it would knock David down when he tried to block – instead, he side-stepped out of the way, causing the man to stumble forward with the unexpected lack of resistance. David used this to his advantage and twirled around, arcing his blade outward towards the man’s exposed back. It made contact, slicing a deep gash across his upper back, and forcing him to turn around with the blow.

David didn’t let up, knowing doing so could cause him to lose the advantage. He followed with a series of swift jabs and cuts, which the man just barely blocked. David could see the man was starting to tire, his movements were becoming slower and his breath more labored. He was losing a lot of blood, and soon he would become too weak to fight any longer.

Knowing this, David pressed on even harder, until the opening he was waiting for finally came. The man had anticipated a high cut, leaving his lower half unguarded. David quickly diverted his attack into a low sweep with his leg, taking out the man’s legs from beneath him, sending him landing hard on the ground.  David quickly plunged his sword into the man’s stomach with a finishing blow before running off toward the camp to help his friends.

When he arrived, he could see they were still vastly outnumbered, but all of them were still alive and seemingly unharmed.

“David! You okay mate?” asked Reingard through the chaos as he felled another man with his battle axe.

“Yeah, how’re we looking?” David asked over the roar of the battle. He could tell they still had a lot of work ahead of them.

“Not good mate, not good. There’s too many of them!” he screamed, ducking under another blow, and sending his attacker flying with a powerful kick to his chest.

“We have to run!” yelled Tyrius, still sending showers of fire into the endless stream of attackers. It was enough to keep some of the men at bay, but others would simply just run around the patches of fire and join the conflict from a different angle. Eventually, they would become surrounded and their chance of escape would drop to zero.

Knowing this, the companions decided to cut their losses and make a run for it.

Tyrius gathered his energy and unleashed a great torrent of wind towards the flames, enraging them and causing them