It’s a maze from his side of the field to the other, and maybe that was their first mistake. And truthfully, Will has never been a violent person and has never hoped to be a violent person, but at this very moment, he can’t find it in himself to care. Some still beg for mercy, crawling on the ground with limbs charred to the bone and desperately hoping for an escape. Looking back on it, Will doesn’t really know how he did it.īut in what feels like only another instant, he is surrounded by a field of the injured and the dead. Looking back on it, he thinks about instinct-how he’s so glad that he’s learned to give into that familiar feeling of just knowing what to do, how it might be terrifying to surrender into the rush of his magic without thinking too much about the consequences, but also how those instincts might be the only damn thing keeping himself and his friends and Mike alive at this point. The rogue’s knife enters Mike’s stomach through a chink in his armor. Every single one of Will’s actions feels sluggish and languid, like being stuck in molasses and like all his movements are happening just a moment too slow, a little too late. It happens-it being the woman’s subtle movements and how she reaches down to her belt for something faster than Will can even process in his mind. He easily gains the upper hand on the woman he’s fighting, disarming her and sending her sprawling to the ground.īut because Mike is Mike, and he’s always been too good, too noble, too merciful, he makes the mistake of leaning down and checking on the woman. His silver armor glistens bright in the sun, his red cape blows behind him, and his movements with his sword are quick, deadly, and poised-the result of years of training and experience. Will supposes it was only a matter of time before the gods, indecisive beings that they often can be, changed their minds.Īnd he supposes he should’ve known better than to trust in simple, dumb luck for his entire life.īecause it all happens so quickly, and though Will is not the one in danger here, it still feels like a moment where everything in his life flashes right before his eyes.Īnd in an instant, everything in his world comes to an earth-shattering halt.Īcross the field, Mike battles one of the rogues in the group responsible for the attacks on the village the Party had been tasked to protect. Those are the only two explanations Will can think for why they’ve all survived this far, considering the hell the Party’s gone through. But regardless of the reason, the Party has survived fights where the six of them have been hopelessly outmatched and lived through things that most people wouldn’t be able to survive, coming out on the other side stronger together than each time before.Įach time, every single one of them has made it out alive-whether it be because of the gods’ will or because of simple, dumb luck. Maybe it’s because the gods simply have more plans for their little group of six, or because they’re just stupidly lucky. Somehow, the two of them always seem to turn the tide in the Party’s favor, swooping in at the last moment and giving everything they possibly can to make sure their friends stay alive.Įach time, every single one of them has made it out alive. And while the others are certainly more than capable of holding their own, it always seems to come down to either Will or El in the midst of the worst battles. Everything becomes second nature in the midst of a battle as survival instincts kick in, and more and more over the years, Will’s learned to lean into these instincts-to trust himself and his magic to not let the others down. There’s something to be said about the terrifying and all-consuming rush of energy that takes over whenever a fight breaks out. That’s how most battles go-or at least that’s what Will has noticed over the years.
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