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Authors: Josh Powell
Dragon Apocalypse (The Berserker and the Pedant Book 2)
Chapter One - The Berserker and the Darts
Chapter Two - The Berserker and the Pack
Chapter Three - The Pedant and the Unnamed One
Chapter Four - The Berserker and the Maiden
Chapter Five - The Berserker and the Dragon
Chapter Six - The Berserker and the Bard
Chapter Seven - The Berserker and the Bag
Chapter Eight - The Pedant and the Portal
Chapter Nine - The Berserker and the Nobility
Chapter Ten - The Berserker and the Dungeon
Chapter Eleven - The Berserker and the Sphere
Chapter Twelve - The Berserker and the Poison
Chapter Thirteen - The Pedant and the Plan
Chapter Fourteen - The Berserker and the Clem
Chapter Fifteen - The Berserker and the Cube
Chapter Sixteen - The Berserker and the Ant
Chapter Seventeen - The Berserker and the Invasion
Chapter Eighteen - The Pedant and the Portal
Chapter Nineteen - The Berserker and the Last Door
Chapter Twenty - The Berserker and the Beholder
Chapter Twenty-One - The Berserker and the Phage
Chapter Twenty-Two - The Berserker and the Orbs
Chapter Twenty-Three - The Pedant and the Berserker
Chapter Twenty-Four - The Berserker and the Dragon Apocalypse
Dragon
Apocalypse
JOSH POWELL
This book is dedicated to
Liam and Chloe
My berserker and little girl
This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
DRAGON APOCALYPSE
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2015 by Josh Powell
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The Berserker and the Darts
“COME BACK, THIEF!”
Pellonia shouted as she pursued the thief fleeing with the temple’s treasure in the dark of night.
Although she was an elf, and elves are known for being agile, Pellonia was falling rather far behind.
You see, Pellonia had yet to acquire the grace and beauty that were the birthright of every elf and she was, to all appearances, a thirteen-year-old girl.
Gurken lumbered along, trying to keep up.
The dwarfen templerager wore a suit of chainmail so battle-tested that every link had been replaced on several occasions.
He carried with him an axe engraved with dwarfen runes; the runes had, in the past, had a peculiar tendency to glow or burst into flames when battle drew nigh.
Strapped to his left arm was a circular shield, similarly engraved.
Strings of knots were tied into his ochre-clay caked beard, one knot for every person he’d killed in battle.
The thief hurled something in their direction before running into a two-story stone building and slamming the door behind her.
Gurken raised his shield to intercept the object.
Thunk.
Lowering his shield, Gurken saw a crimson dart embedded in it.
“A dart?” Gurken said, laughing as he stopped in front of the door into which the miscreant had fled. “A dart?
Have you run into a tavern?”
“They’re really quite effective.” A woman’s voice came from inside the building.
“I can throw them much more rapidly than you can wield that axe of yours.”
Gurken plucked the dart out of his shield, used it to pick a piece of gristle out of his teeth and discarded the dart over his shoulder.
He signaled for Pellonia to circle the building.
She took off in a run.
“They haven’t got much mass,” the woman’s voice continued, sounding further away.
“But I’m quite strong so that comes into play with each throw.
In addition, I throw so many that I’m bound to get lucky and stick you in the eye eventually.”
Gurken winced at the thought.
“Give me a good solid hard-cleaving dwarfen axe over darts any day!”
“It’s pronounced ‘dwarven,’” the thief shouted.
Gurken furled his bushy, fiery-orange brows.
“One blow from my DWARFEN axe will end this fight for good.
My good, not yours.”
He cleaved the axe into the door, as if to make the point.
The door splintered and creaked in objection to the rough treatment.
The door swung open as Gurken pried out his axe, and he was forced to hold it closed with a foot to get the axe out.
He shook his head, and looked at his axe.
“Now I’m going to have to sharpen it,” he complained.
Gurken saw movement out of the corner of his eye as the thief leaned out a window.
Her skin was midnight black, eyes glowing the bright green of a jungle cat.
Her bone-white hair was pulled back and tied into a long braid that came down over one shoulder.
She hurled more darts at Gurken.
Gurken raised his shield, intercepting them as they came. Thunk thunk thunk.
The thief ducked inside.
“Now,” she continued, as her voice faded away once more. “Imagine if, in addition to my strength, the darts were also magical or dipped in the poisonous saliva of a Mimic?
By attacking at a much greater-“
Her voice was suddenly much louder as she popped out of a window on the upper story and let loose with a barrage of darts.
Gurken ducked under his shield.
Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk.“-rate of fire, I gain a not insignificant advantage.”
The thief ducked back inside just as Pellonia rounded the corner and loosed a rock at her. The rock clattered off a wooden beam underneath the window.
The thief leapt out, grabbed onto the roof and pulled herself up. She reached both hands into a quiver strapped to her waist and pulled out two more darts.
“Now, imagine, if you will, that I dual-wield the darts to increase the rate of fire.”
She flung darts at the two of them with increasing speed, alternating her hands between reaching into the quiver and throwing the darts.
Pellonia slid under Gurken, who was continuing to hold his shield overhead.
Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk.
Thunk thunk.
Thunk.
“Sure, my accuracy suffers, but with this many darts flying through the air, does that actually matter?”
Perhaps a quarter of the darts found their mark, striking Gurken’s shield.
Fully half of the darts harmlessly struck the cobblestones around Gurken.
The other quarter, well - a peasant boy fell to the ground, leg impaled.
A bull was struck six times along its side but hardly seemed to notice.
A dog yelped as a stray dart struck it, though, fortunately, it was a yelp of surprise as the dart bounced harmlessly off its back.
“How many of those things do you have wench?
You’ll run out eventually, and then you’re mine,”
Gurken taunted.
“I’ll have you strung upside down in the temple dungeon before daybreak!”
Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk.
Thunk thunk.
“Did you just call me a wench?
Typical.
I suppose I shouldn’t expect more than that sort of attitude from the local constabulary.” Thunk. Thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk.
“That ‘wench’ stole a magic quiver from the temple,” Pellonia hissed. Thunk thunk thunk thunk. Thunk thunk.
“She’s not going to run out of darts anytime soon.”
Gurken was stymied.
Thunk thunk.
He could not advance while under this barrage of darts for fear of letting down his guard and getting stuck in the eye. Thunk.
His shield was growing rather heavy as dart upon dart piled upon it.
Thunk thunk thunk.
Gurken retreated with Pellonia behind a barrel.
Darts poured down like a heavy rain.
Then, suddenly, they stopped.
Gurken risked a peek around the barrel. The thief was running away once more, over the rooftops, bounding between them.
Gurken sheered the darts off of his shield with a single blow from his axe and ran down the street after the woman.
Gurken did not gain any favorable remarks from those he passed by for his agility.
Nevertheless, though the thief was as nimble as a - well, as a creature of great nimbility… nimbl-ocity… great nimbleness, she was hampered by the uneven slopes and the unsteady footing provided by wooden shingles, clay tiles, or straw thatched roofs.
Straw thatched roofs, as it turns out, do not provide ample support to fleeing thieves and in an ill-timed landing, she fell through into the room below.
Gurken was about to cleave into the door in order to gain entrance when Pellonia stopped him.
She opened the unlocked door and they ran inside in time to witness the thief scrambling to her feet.
She stared them down, daring them to move, a dart in each hand at her hips.
She bared her teeth at them, a gleaming pale white against her black skin, her black cloak fluttering in the breeze.
She dipped the dart tips into a small flask at her hips.
Gurken and Pellonia pulled to a stop, then slowly split up and started to circle her.
“What’s your name, thief?” Pellonia asked as she pulled out a small knife.
She did not answer, instead bending her legs slightly and turning to face Gurken while keeping watch on Pellonia out of the corner of her eye.
Pellonia and Gurken, now on opposite sides of the thief, charged, expecting her to flee towards the now unprotected door.
Instead, she lunged away from the door and flicked a dart into the side of each of their necks.
Paralysis overcame Gurken and Pellonia as poison entered their system.
They collapsed to the floor.
The thief smiled.
“My name is Maximina.
Maximina Nobility.”
