Two, Session Two
Half the fun of
being a demonic animal is inflicting pain. This particular hound
had done a very good job of causing Donovan physical harm, but
was left unsatisfied. Instead of howling in agony and trying
desperately to shake himself away like most other victims,
Donovan just lied there and stared at the animal. The look in
most victims' eyes say “somebody help me for the love of God!”
Donovan's eyes said “aren't you finished yet?”
look was directly responsible for making the dog stop. Not
because it was intimidating; the hound just got bored.
Fortunately, it spotted Troy and Renee, looking positively
mortified at its presence. Certainly these two would play the
role of helpless victim more convincingly.
appreciation for a demonic animal's thinking process, Troy and
Renee could only wonder where the dog had come from and what it
wanted with them.
Donovan was just
glad the damn thing was off of him. He didn't bother noticing
Troy or Renee. He did notice that he had just been mauled by a
dog, and that his arm certainly needed immediate first aid.
Donovan lifted his
wounded arm slowly to show his minion. Then he passed out.
repeated, a little more concerned. He looked up and saw the hell
hound, and the blood dripping from its mouth. Bryce correctly
presumed it was Donovan's.
“Uh oh,” said
Bryce, now more than a little concerned. He saw the creature's
next target- Troy and Renee, clutching each other and frozen in
squeaked Bryce. At this point, little had no business being in
the same sentence as his concern.
As any good minion
would, Bryce charged after the hound. On the way, he reached
into his pocket and pulled out a small ivory crystal tied to a
minions did not have magical crystals tied to strings. Bryce was
not an average minion. Clutching the string in his right hand he
raised the crystal and swung it around in a circle, still
approaching the demon. He dropped his arm and used the crystal
to strike the asphalt directly behind the hound. Bursts of light
shot out in two directions, circling around the hound before
colliding with each other in front of it.
As soon as the
circle was completed, the asphalt inside it started to bubble.
Before the hound could leave the circle, its paws were trapped
in a pool of tar.
While the hound
wailed in a futile effort to free itself, Bryce sighed in
relief. The threat was effectively neutralized and Bryce could
now take his time to determine the best way to eliminate it.
'Very nice, Bryce. Clutch performance,' he thought as he circled
around the circle and met the trapped animal face-to-face.
Bryce held the
crystal up again. With a circle already in place, an eradication
spell would be a breeze. As he swung the crystal around a second
time, it began to emit a low hum while the air around it started
He heard a whimper
from behind and quickly put his hand down. Bryce spun around
quickly and pathetically hid the crystal behind his back. Troy
and Renee were still clutching each other in fear. Now they were
staring at Bryce.
Bryce darted his
eyes back and forth between the hound and the pair of onlookers.
Discharging magic in public was considered anywhere between a
minor faux pas and an act of treason punishable by crucifixion,
depending on the district. The binding spell was manageable;
Bryce knew that the phenomenon of an isolated section of asphalt
suddenly turning to tar could be explained (there were streets
in L. B. Gould, Ohio in worse shape). BS'ing the physics behind
smiting a demon creature via magic crystal? That was iffy.
took the proper precautions. “Uh... could you two turn around
please?” he asked Troy and Renee.
Troy and Renee
nervously obliged. They still clutched each other in fear, only
now they were staring in the opposite direction.
With that problem
resolved, Bryce let loose with the crystal. By holding it
overhead and swinging it around, he could gather all the magic
energy he could muster and use it all to drive a focused attack
into the circle.
Which he did. Troy
and Renee didn't see it, but did hear the crackling and humming
grow louder, before the attack itself whooshed through the
circle. This was followed by the sounds of a muted explosion, a
puppy yelping in surprise and the shattering of several glass
windows- in no particular order.
“All clear,” Bryce
said, trying to resist the urge to blow imaginary smoke from the
crystal's “barrel.” He failed, but thankfully he had it blown
and pocketed before Troy and Renee turned around.
They were no longer
clutching each other in fear. Now they were staring at Bryce
with a certain “WTF?” look on their faces.
Bryce glanced down
and rubbed a bit of circle residue off the now-restored
pavement. “So uh... how's it going guys?”
“Who are you?”
Bryce looked back
up and forced a cheesy grin. “I'm Bryce, one of Donovan's
minions. Troy and Renee, right? Donovan's told me all about you
two.” Donovan actually despised both of them, but Bryce decided
that that was best left unsaid.
Troy raised an
eyebrow. “Donovan never told me his minions knew magic.”
doesn't know about our magical abilities,” replied Bryce, his
grin growing even larger. He leaned in and winked. “It's a
secret. We can't tell anybody.”
Troy backed away
nervously. Renee raised a finger and smiled. “Which is why you
made us turn around!”
pointed at Renee, nodding in affirmation.
With that crisis
well-in-hand, Bryce turned around and headed off to give Donovan
the medical attention that he had needed five minutes ago.
exactly three steps before he figured it out. He immediately
stopped and slumped his shoulders.
“Oh shoot...” Now
his level of concern was off the charts.
“Oh no,” Renee
said, almost in unison, “Do you have to erase our memories now?”
“Does he what?!”
Renee turned to
Troy and explained, “Don't you understand, Troy? Bryce is
probably part of some secret group that uses magic to protect us
ignorant masses from evil monsters.” She turned towards Bryce.
was about to say 'pretty much,' but a thought struck him and he
said something even more stupid: “Did Molly already tell you
about all this?”
“MOLLY?!” Troy and
“You mean she's
involved?” added Troy.
Bryce cringed and
squeaked out an “uh huh.”
“So what, there
really is a secret group and stuff?” Renee asked.
This time, Bryce
did answer, “Pretty much.” His curiosity got the better of him
and he added, “How did you know?”
“I didn't!” Renee
looked away and rubbed her neck, suddenly bashful. “I just read
a lot of fantasy novels.”