The Dungeon Fairy: A Dungeon Core Escapade (The Hapless Dungeon Fairy Book 1) Jonathan Brooks (the dot read aloud TXT) 📖

the woman leaning on her wooden staff, it was smashed by a heavy mace right in the middle of its back, dropping it to the ground as its spine broke with a hollow *crack*.  It wasn’t out of the fight, though, as it immediately turned its still-mobile upper half and quickly wiggled enough to snap its jaws around the leather-protected leg of the one that hurt it.

Before it could bite down with the tremendous strength in its jaws, the edge of a wooden shield slammed down on its head right between its eyes, causing it to let go with its teeth and reel back in pain and surprise.  That was enough for the Hill Dwarf to retreat out of range, where he immediately went for the slowed Forest Wolf.

Even slowed, her creature was still agile; the attack on its brethren had caused all attention to swing back on the mace-wielding Hill Dwarf, so it wasn’t taken by surprise.  It managed to anticipate a downward smash that would’ve easily crushed its skull and moved its head to the side just in time.  However, it didn’t anticipate how unbalanced this made the Raider attacking it, who toppled forward with his shield leading his fall.  His defensive piece of equipment turned into a weapon as he fell into the Wolf’s front legs, snapping the right foreleg accidentally when he tumbled into it, shield-first.

Jaws snapped at the Hill Dwarf and narrowly missed as he rolled under Tacca’s creature, tripping up its other legs in the process.  As it tumbled forward, the slowing spell ended, causing it to roll farther towards the spent caster than it probably expected.  Its good fortune – of there being a nearby target – as it scrambled to its three working legs was short-lived, though, as a stout wooden staff smashed into its head with just enough force to make the Wolf stagger to the side, putting its weight on its broken leg.  As it collapsed in pain, the mace-wielding Raider managed to pick himself up and scurry back to protect the woman, though instead of trying to smash it with his weapon, he led with the spike on the top and shoved it right into her creature’s neck.

The Forest Wolf spasmed in more pain, ripping the weapon out of the Raider’s hand with its struggles – but the Hill Dwarf had other weapons.  His shortsword was quickly unsheathed from his belt and stabbed forward, directly into the chest of her creature and killing it instantly.  Without hesitation, the Raider pulled it out of the disappearing Wolf and walked calmly over to the other broken-backed one that was trying to crawl towards him.  Tacca’s creature tried to bite the sword as it was stabbed into its face – which she had to admit was slightly amusing – but a quick rearrangement of the Hill Dwarf’s stance gave him the opportunity to slash down at its neck with force, slicing halfway through and nearly decapitating her Wolf.

This guy certainly likes to break backs, doesn’t he?  Maybe it was a mistake to have the mace be a drop, though it wasn’t like I specifically placed it there as a reward for him.  All of the rewards had been allocated before the two Raiders had even arrived, so it wasn’t as if she knew beforehand that he preferred to just bash things instead of cutting them up.  I guess that can be attributed to “luck” again, sort of how he tripped and ended up breaking one of my Wolf’s legs. 

She wasn’t sure exactly if that was indeed what was going on, but she couldn’t see any other explanation.  The two Raiders really should’ve turned back a while ago, but they managed to pull through every fight – or at least recover from them – by some extraordinary circumstances.  Tacca couldn’t even be mad at them, because they were surviving, but it definitely was…interesting…on some levels to see her “luck” at work – even when it wasn’t necessarily in her favor.  Then again, their survival and the amount of time they spent in her dungeon sort of worked in her favor, so it was hard to really judge if that was the case.

The reward that dropped for the two creatures that were slain weren’t really upgrades for either Raider, as it was only a total of 14 copper coins; the other Forest Wolves that she originally had in the room had some actual equipment tied to them as rewards, but when she took them out all that remained was coinage.  Neither of the two Hill Dwarves seemed disappointed, though, as they picked them up and stored them in a small bag that the robed Raider had with her.  That bag apparently held some food, because as soon as the coins were put away, she pulled out two tiny loaves of what appeared to be bread and shared it with the other Raider without saying a word.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” the caster asked when her mouth was clear of food.

The leather-armored fighter-type Raider only grunted, because his mouth was shoved full of bread.  He eventually swallowed it, only to say, “Yes, but we also got lucky that there weren’t any traps in here…or none that I’ve triggered so far.”

The female Hill Dwarf seemed to think about that and nodded.  “You’re absolutely right…so that means you go first as we leave this room,” she said as she smiled again.

Another grunt was the only response to that, and Tacca watched as they finished up their food and continued on – just as cautiously as they had been before, even though there weren’t any more threats inside the room.  Of course, the two Raiders didn’t know that, so it only made sense to walk slowly to avoid walking blindly into dangerous situations.

Tacca couldn’t help but think that this was the last room of her dungeon they were heading into – the sixth