((I honestly don't even know, now. Maybe?))
The Siege of Giants, Part TwoMr. Anderson made it to the surface far ahead of the rest of his squad. He made a mental note to work on "actually getting to the damn fight it time" training, once the siege was over. They should have been right behind him.
One dwarf, he was pleased to see, had made it there ahead of him. An axedwarf, with her shield and weapon at the ready.
He was about to call out to her, when an ice giant came around the corner of the trade depot's wall. It must have snuck in somehow, no mean feat for a creature that stood twice the height of the fortress walls. There, it must have met the lone soldier, on patrol. At least
she knew her duty.
It wasn't enough, though. Kib, the axedwarf, had her shield raised over her head, in a desperate attempt to stop the giant's massive bronze mace from crushing her entire body.
It didn't work.
The giant kicked aside the broken body, turned to face Mr. Anderson, and smiled. "Know that you look on death, dwarf. I am Arrowcradled, and I am your doom."
He wasn't about to let that go unanswered. "Arrowcradled? Should have been Boltcradled!"
The giant paused in mid-swing. "What?"
Mr. Anderson fired a bolt into the giant's side.
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The Soldier had lead her own squad to the gate, where Balnash was waiting. Unaware of Mr. Anderson's trouble, he was leaning on his spear, watching the giant's main army. The Soldier said, "How's the fight out in the fields going?"
"I ain't got a clue. They're just beatin' the shit out of each other, but none of 'em have got more than bruised. It's impressive, I'll give 'em that. How about the bridge? Those giants attacking yet?"
The Soldier looked worried. "No. They stopped once we were all off, and they're just sitting there, next to the goblin's leader. If they get the goblins on their side now, I don't know what we can do."
"Fight 'em. Fight all of them, and when we die, we come back and fight 'em again until they're dead."
"Unless we come back as something worse, Balnash."
Any further conversation was interrupted by the arrival of yet another army. The Soldier spotted the goblins as they crept along the shore, through the waves.
She hit Balnash's arm to get his attention, and shouted, "I knew it! They
are allied with the goblins! Damn it all, we need to draft everyone in the fort for this, there's no other way! Run and get Lorbam, and tell her she's damn well fighting too."
Balnash was watching the goblins closely, and he noticed something the Soldier hadn't. "Uh, Commander? Things ain't quite that bad. Those goblins? They're attacking the giants."
She looked back out to the shore, and saw that he was right.
"That's... good?"
Clearly, these goblins were the enemies of the giants who lived in Oceanbridge. How they felt about the other giants, or their goblin cousins, though, was anybody's guess. The Soldier was starting to miss the wonderful simplicity of zombie fighting. Nothing seemed to be working out like she expected.
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Mr. Anderson's own fight wasn't going according to plan, either. He had fired bolt after bolt into the giant, and while its armor could be called "Boltcradle" (because it was filled with bolts. The joke seemed less clever to him now), the monster itself was just bruised.
And now he was out of bolts.
He jumped aside as the giant swung at him again, and parried another attack with his crossbow. The shock broke the flimsy weapon into pieces, along with most of the bones in his hand and arm. He stumbled back, looking around for help. No one was there. "I... am going to kill... everyone... in my squad."
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Next: The Siege Gets Confusing-er