>>6234023>“I thought Murillo’s Companions were all acting as bodyguards for the Contenders?”“We were at first.” Zora says. “But killing Contenders has proven to be far more profitable. We’ve found you starry-eyed Fodlanders make for poor fighters. It’s been much easier to simply rob you of your possessions than to play babysitter.”
“There’s no use in backing a losing horse.” Ramiz says. “So we’re happy to take out as many of you as we can for Klement and reap the rewards later.”
>“Pft.” You spit. “Last time I ran into one of your kind I left him with a few extra loose vertebrae on the streets of Solis. If I could kick Nestor’s ass without a weapon, I’m sure you three won’t make me break a sweat.”The Desert Wraiths share an uneasy glance. While they ordinarily might have considered your words to be mere empty boasting, your name dropping of Nestor was an eerie sign that you might actually be telling the truth. Nevertheless, they shake off their initial doubt, and ready themselves for battle.
“And now…” Melanie says. “Let’s…”
“SPIN! THAT! WHEEL!”
Taking a deep breath, Alvin puts all his weight into his spinl. Round and round it goes, breath held in anticipation, until it lands on a face depicting a fireball with an x-shape crossed over it.
“Ooof!” Melanie winces. “It appears the contender’s luck has run out! Trystain and his friends will be unable to call upon magic for this fight!”
You feel the magic instantly evaporate from your body. Even if you wanted to defy the wheel’s judgment, you would find it impossible to call forth any of your spellcraft. And that meant Nadia would likely be useless here as well.
>“Alvin!” You yell out. “What the fuck?! Put your back into it next time!”Your Adjunct winces, backing away from the wheel as Targa moves to take his spin. His optimism has momentarily returned as he takes his own crack at the Wheel of Fortune. However, Targa’s luck appears to be even worse than your own, for he lands on his second bane of the day. The wheel lands on a face depicting another x-shaped cross, this time over a sword.
“But it’s not all bad for our plucky upstarts! Because it looks like the Desert Wraiths will be unable to use any of their weapons this round! Talk about a tough break for the hometown heroes!”
“GRAAAAAH” Targa roars in frustration. Your eyes wander to Klement, who is watching his Adjunct with a look of profound disappointment. Though he says nothing, you can tell he’s pissed. His hand that grasps onto May’s shoulder tightens, causing the thief to yelp in surprise and panic.
“Fuck…not good.” Aslan mutters. He helplessly tries to pry his sword loose from his scabbard, but to no avail. Zora meanwhile, has her spear, a Brave Lance, clatter out of hands onto the ground. She watches in horror as it rolls to the side, unable to do anything.
