The Dungeon Fairy: Three Lives: A Dungeon Core Escapade (The Hapless Dungeon Fairy Book 3) Jonathan Brooks (read me like a book .txt) 📖

important in your back, Sterge,” the Combat Medic shouted, his voice barely audible even inches away from the Hill Dwarf’s ear.  “I can block most of the pain, but I’m nearly out of energy to heal you anymore.  Perhaps I can find another Healer—”

Sterge abruptly felt something shift in his back and arm, causing him to spasm and jerk away from William’s hand.  An uncontrollable scream left his lips as a burning infused his body, the exact opposite of the Medic’s healing.  Fortunately, it only lasted a few seconds before it faded, leaving him a little winded from all of the screaming, but feeling…fine.  Better than fine, even, he felt revitalized.

“Thanks, Will.  I think I’m good to get back in there.”  He stood up, expecting some pain, but there wasn’t any.

Their Combat Medic looked confused.  “But I didn’t do anything!” he shouted.

Sterge just shrugged.  “Whatever it was, we have a few uninvited guests we need to kill.”

So saying, he ran back into the fray, only to be smacked away again, though not as far this time.  Either the invader was tiring, or Sterge only caught a glancing blow, but the hit didn’t feel nearly as strong as it was before. It still broke his arm, but somehow it healed itself by the time he picked himself up and got back into the fight. We’ve got this!  Let’s take this thing down!

It took another minute of a constant barrage of arrows, knives, and spells to finally hit something vital, as the blue-skinned monster suddenly started to spout blood from its neck.  While it had been wounded in dozens of places before and was bleeding slightly from each and every one, this wound had an immediate effect on the invader.  It suddenly swooned from loss of blood, and when it tried to strike out at the encroaching Melee-Class Raiders it stumbled, going to a knee.  Seeing wounded prey, Sterge and the others quickly took advantage, stabbing or smashing every part of the thing until it lay dead on the ground.

A quick breather was all they got as they stared around at each other with grins on their faces, sticky red and blue blood covering them from their own wounds and the fountain of blue liquid that came from the invader’s neck.  They were a gory mess – but they weren’t done yet.

Staying out of the middle of the arena by sticking to the edges, they joined up with dozens of other groups taking on a slightly larger, purple-colored monster, and their additional numbers were exactly what the beleaguered Raiders needed.  Another minute was all they needed to overwhelm the invader, though at least another dozen of their friends lay dead as a result.

Time passed in a blur of pain, exhaustion, and death, and before he knew it there were no more blue or purple monsters to slay.  A horrendous crash followed by a rumbling of the floor caused the tired Hill Dwarf to lose his footing, and he crashed down on his rear, smacking his shield against his face – which was quickly healed by whatever mysterious power was constantly fixing him back up.  He looked toward the middle of the arena, only to see the final result of why they had been avoiding the central in the first place.

The red-colored invader stood in the center, bleeding and obviously injured from multiple bite wounds, burns, cuts, and abrasions; unfortunately, he was also victorious in his battle against the dungeon’s monsters, as the gigantic axe it had been wielding was buried in the dirt and stone of the arena, having just chopped the head off of the largest dog Sterge had ever seen in his life.  Around the 8-armed figure was the loot left behind as evidence that it had completely devastated the monsters sent against it, wiping them out with deft strikes of its weapons, as well quick moves to avoid most of the injuries that it would’ve had otherwise.

At least, that was the Hill Dwarf’s impression having seen some of the colossal fight through his peripheral vision.

The invader roared, lifting its arms into the air in a challenge to everyone in the room, and the little bit that was still in Sterge’s bladder leaked out.  We can’t kill that thing…not with who is left.  Looking around, he realized that there were probably less than 500 Raiders still alive in the room, many of whom were still wounded because the Healers still alive were out of energy to do any healing spells.  Plus, everyone looked ready to drop from severe exhaustion.

Out of nowhere, bars of light suddenly flared around the invader.  They were extremely bright and made Sterge need to squint as he looked at it, but it didn’t take more than a second to see what it was: a cage.  A cage made from bars of light; who has the ability to cast that?  Not any of the Raiders, that was for sure.

The red-skinned monster attempted to break out, but was repulsed from breaking through the bars holding it captive.  While they were apparently made from pure light, they seemed to burn the invader’s skin when it attempted to shoulder its way through.  Its weapons were tried next, but they passed through the illuminated cell as if it wasn’t there; it was obvious to Sterge that the cage was only designed to hold flesh.

A familiar tiny voice could be heard above him, talking to Gwenda.  “Hurry, Tacca can only hold it for about 30 seconds before the Light Cage will disappear!  Throw everything you have at it!”  Then the tiny Fairy shot back up into the air, stopping about 50 feet above the imprisoned invader.

Sterge didn’t wait more than a second before he shouted, “Throw everything you have left at it!  Let’s kill it before it breaks free!”

At his signal, arrows and spells shot out, hitting the massive invader all over its body; since