Duc is accidentally reincarnated as a duck where he was supposed to be the heroic force for good, as a human, but finds instead himself in the depths of a dungeon facing challenge after challenge in his little duck body.
Not only that, when he find...
▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ 10. A Showdown in Another World ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Lyra and Bea got back to their feet standing behind me with their weapons drawn. Bea's hatchet and Lyra's dagger.
“My my, little princess. Don't you look different,” Khandre said stepping forward with his giant sword on his shoulder and wraps around his stomach from his previous wound.
“Princess?” asked Bea.
“How?” asked a shocked Lyra to Khandre.
“Oh, I'm sure there's plenty of magic out there you don't know about. Not too familiar with blood magic? How you ask? You're holding it,” he said with a smirk.
Lyra focused in on her dagger. The edge tainted in his blood from when she threw it into him, “The blood…?!”
“Yep. Pretty easy tracking spell when I only have to follow myself,” he laughed aiming his sword at them, “Look, time's run out. This ends now.”
Khandre signaled his men to the left and right, some around Bea and some around Lyra, while he walked towards me.
I don't know if I can do this. I lost last time! My battle senses against others just isn't as good as I thought.
I looked back at Bea who was itching for a fight and then to Lyra who wasn't, but was prepared to defend herself. Each girl was surrounded by six armored soldiers.
I could swoop in and get them away from one or the other… but not both at the same time. What can I do? Bea's been kicking butt all up and down the mountain and forest. It's Lyra. I know its bad to choose when I should try to save both, but it's her I'm supposed to protect!
I turned towards Lyra for just a milisecond and that's when Khandre darted forward, kicking me backwards away from either group. I couldn't help but let out a squeal from the pain. He moved so fast I couldn't even brace myself with magic.
The two groups of soldiers moved in on their prey. Bea drew a couple of daggers into her left hand as she clutched her hatchet in her right. She ran forward and somersaulted past two of the soldiers and released the blades into the back of their necks, taking them out easily. However, the other soldiers moved in quickly.
One grabbed her left hand and another parried her right as she tried to swing the hatchet. A third came up and punched her to the ground with his metal gauntlet. With a bloodied nose and slight wimper, Bea passed out on the ground.
At the same time, the soldiers around Lyra moved in too. She swung her dagger around in a fervor, but they deflected it at each strike. A couple laughed at her attempts to defend herself. Another came from behind, slashing her arm, forcing her to drop the dagger. Lyra fell to her knees, clutching the cut as blood leaked out.
With tears in her eyes, and her head hung low, I could tell she believed all hope was lost. That's how I was feeling too.
Consume.
What?
Consume.
A voice was in my head. Egging me on. Creating… A burning inside me. Anger. So angry.
Beating my friends! Making them cry!
Consume!
I rose back to my feet. Underneath my feathers, coming from within my body, the creature within, the black slime, seems to have awoken and began weaving around me.
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