Continuing with the current featured author, I bring you an excerpt from Charles Yallowitz’s latest release, The Compass Key, 5th in his Legends of Windemere series.
Sparks sputter from a nearby fire pit, briefly illuminating the silhouette of a very large giltris. Delvin charges in the silhouette’s direction and adjusts his shield in the hopes of hitting his enemy in the stomach. He slams into the scaly hide of the towering lizardman as the fog is whipped away by a strong wind. Delvin lands on the remains of two warriors, but the giltris only stumbles sideways for a few steps.
“Foolish meat,” the creature growls. A membranous fin rises from its head as it licks its lips in anticipation.
“You must be the Tribe Baron,” Delvin says with a nervous laugh. He rolls away from the giltris’ trident and awkwardly struggles to his feet. “Damn breastplate makes it hard to move like that. You wouldn’t be willing to give me some time to adjust, would you?”
“Chatty meat,” the giltris snarls, raising the axe in its other hand high above its head. It swings down and strikes the warrior’s shield, sending Delvin to his knees.
The former mercenary stabs the giltris in the thigh and pushes the axe away. Rising to his feet, he slams the hilt of his longsword into the creature’s elongated mouth. The towering lizardman stumbles back, flailing its weapons to keep Delvin away. He waits for the trident to swing wide before darting in to slash the giltris in the side. It leans away at the last moment, so his longsword barely cuts the outer layer of scales. The warrior notices the axe swinging for his head and can only jump to make sure it strikes his breastplate. The impact cracks the tempered metal and sends him crashing into the mud.
“You general,” the giltris hisses, crouching and cautiously circling its enemy. “Others die fast. You strong and worthy of honor.”
“You’re a great warrior too. I really don’t want to kill you. Do you think you and your tribe could stand down? We’re really only here for the Lich.”
The Tribe Baron aims its trident for its enemy’s throat and sneers. “No. We fight to end once battle start. Unlike humans, we love battle.”
“Obviously, you haven’t met some of my old friends.”