“I know a place where we can spend some time together and we can—”
Suddenly, a great shatter of an earthquake boomed the entire castle’s nine levels. Glasses smashed, signs fell, tables and chairs toppling, pots with plants cracked, and stones collapsing from buildings.
From the sky, a dark cloud covered the sun like a solar eclipse. Female, winged-human, feathered-bodied Harpies flew downwards from the sky. They were carrying some dwarf-sized, pig-faced Hobgoblins, and they had weapons in their hands. Dozens of them were descending like falcons diving for their prey. The Harpies flung the Hobgoblins at the streets of the second, third, and forth levels of the city.
Panic was about the streets. Small buildings were collapsing. People were running in terror. Dogs were barking out loud and cries of people were shouting in the air.
Vaeludar grabbed Marina’s hand, and pulled her to her feet. “It looks an attack on the city and one of the raids Geraldus mentioned,” he said. “We have to get going now.”
Just as the two were about to run, three Hobgoblins came charging towards Vaeludar. They were armed with shortswords and hammers ready for banging.
Vaeludar let go of Marina’s hand and drew out his sword. In one swipe, the sword released an energetic ray of electricity at them, causing them to be electrocuted and vapored into bones and dust.
Quickly shocked by a discovery that the sword was a magic sword after all and does have a special power, Vaeludar sheathed the sword without taking moment to awe at an awesome power. He grabbed Marina’s hand again and charged out of the confusing of the surprising attack.
“Let’s get out of here,” said Vaeludar. They were about to make a mad dash out of there, until he saw some Hobgoblins were coming from around from every corner from every street. Carriages were being toppled by axes and spears.
“Marina, hold this,” said Vaeludar, giving Marina the sword. In one swoop of an airy gush, Vaeludar windily pushed away the small creatures toward the sky and toward the flying Harpies.
Just then four Hobgoblins jumped from behind.
Vaeludar reacted by using his brute strength to punch the four small piglets into glass windows. Then he blew ice in the streets, making it slippery for any Hobgoblins. One certain Hobgoblin ran toward Vaeludar but the hybrid suddenly turned around and grabbed the creature by its throat. He snapped the Hobgoblin’s neck and threw the little monster in the street. Before he was could rejoin with Marina, he saw white stones falling right above her.
“Look out,” he shouted, jumping and pushing her out of the way. He successfully shoved Marina out of the way before he jumped and rolled away from the falling debris. Vaeludar quickly got up and ran over the stumbled debris and helped Marina back to her feet. “You okay?”
Marina didn’t respond or look at the hybrid that saved her life; her eyes looked at something else.
Vaeludar turned in the direction Marin was looking and saw a squad of Hobgoblins with a black armored figure leading them. All of which were shooting arrows at many people that comes into view of the archers and the black armored knight.
Vaeludar, knowing he was invulnerable to arrows and any other weapons, looked back at Marina and grabbed the sword’s hilt and pulled it out. Vaeludar stood up and walked over the piled rubble while Marina just watched him in awe.
Any arrows of the Hobgoblins that were shot directly at Vaeludar were stuck in the robe or flung off. No matter how many arrows were shot at him, Vaeludar’s skin on his head and body would protect him.
The black armored figure raised his arm up, signaling his hobgoblins to stop firing. They stared at the stranger who would dare walk toward them let alone show resistance to them.
“Who are you to dare to step up against us?” demanded the armored figure, in a metal toned voice.
Vaeludar stopped on top of the high pile of rubble. Holding the hilt with two hands, he flung the blade around the white clothes he was wearing and ripped it. His twisted tail ripped through the back of the robe, popping his wings out of the robe as he raised his arms to release wings from the tight robe.
“I am Vaeludar, the human dragon hybrid of Shimabellia,” he said, loudly.
Now, Vaeludar, who had the growing attention of lots of people both in and outdoors, had revealed his true colors again but in public: the hybrid human-dragon that killed the Minotaur.
There were many groans and awes from around him. The news of him killing the Minotaur had really spread faster than a dragon could fly. He pointed the sword at his enemies, spun it backwards twice, and held it in his hands, making it point to the sky.
“I am Vaeludar,” he said again, his strongest, deepest dragon voice.
From Marina to horrified children to badly-beaten hunters and soldiers, and even the Hobgoblins all looked at the legendary Vaeludar who killed the Minotaur. The horrified people popped their heads out of their hiding places and looked at Vaeludar, with priceless looks on their faces.
Then dozens of arrows, with the deadliest poisons from retiles, plants, and any more deadly poisons known to man and creature, were fired at once.
Vaeludar stood by while arrows vainly were fired all around his body. Slowly, he walked step-by-step, thump-by-thump, stomp-by-stomp. Holding his weapon with one hand this time, Vaeludar started to walk faster and faster and faster. Then when a hundredth arrow was shot at his head, he trotted and charged towards the black armored figure and his hobgoblin squad.
Vaeludar raised his sword at the archers, ready for battle.
A brawl was assured, Vaeludar fiercely and hastily swung at the Hobgoblins, stabbing four with one swipe of his sword.
While being slaughtered, the Hobgoblins threw down their bows and drew their bone-made swords and
