noveltune [1123] – Y06.023 – The Duel III
[1123] – Y06.023 – The Duel III
[1123] – Y06.023 – The Duel III
“You must pay for your sins, you vile demon,” the Grand Commander chanted, his blade glowing deeply. Green and brown strands of magic swirled around Sentinel’s Rest, which gleamed even brighter under the noon sun. The half elf remained frozen as James charged forward, glad the half elf had accepted his fate.
The screaming pierced through the air as the young audience began to cheer and cry for the start of the duel, one particular child screaming loudly, distracting her cousin for a moment, who dared to glance back for a moment.
‘She certainly is aunt’s daughter,’ Tanagek thought, whose eyes quickly darted back to the fight, as the Grand Commander pressed forward.
There was also another set of cries, which pierced through the noise, almost drifting away with the cheering of their aunts and uncles.
“Daddy!”
Wisdom Save
D20 + 5 = 20 (15)
The world returned to Adam, who noticed the Grand Commander had teleported right in front of him, having lost his senses for a moment. That moment was too long against the likes of a Paragon.
Unfortunately for Grand Commander James Greatwood, Adam had never lost in front of his sister or his children before.
Mana: 34 -> 33
Spell: Shield
Defence: 24 -> 29
Fighting Spirit: 3 -> 2
Attack: Thunder’s Triumph (Advantage)
D20 + 11 = 16 (15)
D20 + 11 = 29 (18)
Hit!
Thunder’s Triumph: 3 -> 2
Critical Hit!
Mana: 33 -> 28
Ability: Divine Smite
4D6 + 2D6 + 12D6 + 9 = 69 (14)(5)(41)
69 damage!
Attack: Thunder’s Triumph (Advantage)
D20 + 11 = 24 (13)
D20 + 11 = 31 (20)
Critical Hit!
Mana: 28 -> 23
Ability: Divine Smite
4D6 + 2D6 + 12D6 + 9 = 73 (15)(8)(41)
73 damage!
Onward Soar: 1 -> 0
Attack: Thunder’s Triumph (Advantage)
D20 + 11 = 15 (4)
D20 + 11 = 16 (5)
Miss!
Omen: 12, 17 -> 12
17 + 11 = 28
Hit!
Thunder’s Triumph: 2 -> 1
Critical Hit!
Mana: 23 -> 18
Ability: Divine Smite
4D6 + 2D6 + 12D6 + 9 = 75 (11)(7)(48)
75 damage!
Attack: Thunder’s Triumph (Advantage)
D20 + 11 = 18 (7)
D20 + 11 = 19 (8)
Miss!
Omen: 12 -> 0
12 + 11 = 23
Hit!
Thunder’s Triumph: 1 -> 0
Critical Hit!
Mana: 18 -> 13
Ability: Divine Smite
4D6 + 2D6 + 12D6 + 9 = 58 (15)(6)(28)
58 damage!
The fool of a father, who would allow his children to bully him, was unable to resist. One might have wondered why he allowed his children to bully him so much.
The Iyr knew.
He, who had lost his family, once, twice, and then, even though the Iyr had brought them back, thrice.
One might have wondered what made Adam so dangerous.
The Iyr knew.
Adam wore the purple known as puthral, fashioned into full plate, an item one could only be granted through killing an Iyrman, or by having a special relationship with the Iyr. Adam did not have the courage to kill an Iyrman, but was it his special relationship with the Iyr that made him so dangerous?
No.
Victory!
XP Gained: +1 000
XP: 24 000 -> 25 000
Adam wasn’t dangerous because he had something no one else in the world really understood which allowed him to possess all these various abilities which should have gotten him killed.
Adam wasn’t dangerous because he blocked out the world, or from allowing the joy and relief of killing the Grand Commander to fill his heart.
For even as the Grand Commander’s headless corpse fell into the earth, Elder Peace was certain of it. Adam, surpassing all expectations, had certainly held back. What she wasn’t so certain about, was whether Adam himself had understood he had held back.
Adam was dangerous because there was a chance.
She stared at the half elf, whose head hung down, needing a moment to collect himself.
It was tiny.
Minuscule.
Nearly impossible.
It would not even appear if his life was in danger.
It was not something, but nothing.
The half elf reached up to wipe his eyes, for though the young half elf had spent time in the Iyr, and though he worshipped Baktu so dearly, he did not like killing, and not just because his wife was a Ray of Life’s Rose.
It was that.
‘I’m glad it was quick,’ Adam thought, hoping he hadn’t corrupted the children, even if the Iyr wanted to show them something more gruesome.
If nothing stopped restraining Adam, he would be too dangerous to allow to live.
The silence filled the air. The hundred of eyes upon Adam remained completely focused on the purple half elf.
Tanagek remained frozen, unable to draw his eyes away to see the shock upon his father’s face. One moment he had been looking at Lanarot, and the next moment, he saw the half elf spin and cleave the Grand Commander’s head clean off.
Though Tonagek had gone along with Adam, watching him create a miracle, he hadn’t expected the half elf to kill the Grand Commander this quickly. Even in his heart, he was only half sure Adam would kill the Paragon.
The laughter broke the deafening silence, causing Adam to return back to the world. He heard the crying and squealing of joy from afar, and the half elf flexed his shuddering body, before letting out a soft exhale. He sheathed his bloody sword, before reaching down to grab the magical sword, not thinking about the sheath as he turned around, coming face to face with the shocked expressions of the Iyrmen and the Aldishmen.
The old man continued to howl with laughter, before he was joined by a chorus of cheers and shouts.
“Daddy!” Jirot cried aloud, tears flowing out from her eyes. “My daddy is stronger than the Stars!”
Adam filled with guilt, before he inhaled sharply once more, and he raised his shield and Sentinel’s Rest. However, as he did, the Aldishmen reached for their blades.
When you remember that Adam is perfectly balanced.