Chapter Six

They heard a sword being drawn from a slick scabbard.

Quiet…shhhhh

They both thought in unison.

“I’ve got you now, cunt,” Gwyllm heard Gundry growl. He grabbed the sword from Rachel’s belt and held it in front of him. Rachel pulled her blade and bared her fangs. They stood, crouched beneath the rock ledge. Rachel began to whisper: “Silence, confuse, misguide direction…” then stood motionless without the cavern.

Magick Spell <Dire Earwig>

Gwyllm advanced at front of the girl and planted his feet in horse stance in the rocks of the chilly creek. “direearwig direearwig direearwig” he whispered. “dire earwig Dire Earwig DIRE EARWIG!!!“He shouted in the direction from which the voice came. He gave a fearsome Kung Fu punch to the air in front of him with his right fist and drew back with his left as he wailed the last shriek of the deadly chant.

Gwyllm’s right fist began to crackle with blue flame. A runic ball of darkness shot out of his fist and struck Gundry full on in his chest. The old man staggered and dropped his sword. A black mist, like drops of ink in water, coalesced around him. The shadows whispered to the old man: “I got you, I got you, I got you…”

The shadow about Gundry began to rise and darken. Above him twenty feet the great black form of a giant earwig, pincers a yard long, suspended on dark wings of the nether ether itself. The creature clawed at the morning sun as if having just been born, which it was.

Gundry stood, head cocked back, jaws agape as the shiny black chitinous creature began to descend the short distance onto him. The Black Magick apparition lashed out at the old man with its pincers, striking him a great blow in the center of his back, knocking Gundry down as he tried to flee in panic.

Hovering over him, the thirty foot insect extended it’s abdomen and opened its serrated pincers. In an instant it had Gundry by the throat and was hauling him to his feet with a gentle flapping of it’s nether wings.

Gwyllm and Rachel stood amazed at what they were witnessing. “Son of a bitch! MOTHERFuckerrrr..” they heard Gundry’s last strangled gasp as the creature effortlessly clipped off his head with a clasp of its dull pincers.

The creature’s work done for the time being, it flew off into the west. Any locals out working their fields or orchards would surely notice a thirty foot earwig flying overhead, or maybe they wouldn’t. “What the fuck was that thing?” Rachel asked after all was quiet near the secluded stream.

“I need to sit..” was all Gwyllm managed before collapsing on the moist sand of the creek bed. He was flying over a roadway. In the distance was a walled city. He saw the small squad of soldiers, their horses and wagons. For some reason there was a swarm of red dots imposed over the marching platoon. “Targets acquired and processed. Initiating combat.” He heard a disembodied voice saying things in his head now.

“Tolgoig ni taslav!” he heard shouted. A volley of a hundred spinning scythes, glowing blue, shot off in front of him toward the marching soldiers. Gwyllm watched as soldiers, drivers, officers and their henchmen, were quickly and painlessly decapitated by the dire earwig’s death spell.

“Gwyllm, Gwyllm! Wake up! C’mon now!” Rachel pleaded. She cradled the young man’s head in her lap and caressed his face.

“We need to move! To the south now, the road is near.” Gwyllm said, opening his eyes.

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