The Way Ahead

Chapter 43: Sticking Around

Chapter 43: Sticking Around

Edwin once again mentally berated himself for trying to fight, let alone in melee. He was not cut out for this in the slightest. He didnt have the Skills (or skills) for it, wasnt as strong as his opponents, and it opened himself up to way too many retaliatory attacks. Why had he thought this was a good idea, again?

Oh right. Because he wanted to make sure nobody else died while whoever he called for backup, and because he needed to close in to his foes to use his knockout potion. But, as it turned out, a few days of training from Lefi and about two weeks and a few weekends on Earth spent learning about fencing was no substitute for actual combat experience and System assistance.

Next iteration of the sleep potion would be a bomb. That way, he could benefit from Bomb Throwing, Throwing Weapons and Alchemy all at the same time! Pity he didnt have anything that he could have okay, so he probably could have made the potion into a bomb by putting it into a glass bottle and sealing it. But then hed only get one shot- literally- and he needed to use it to take down way more than one foe. Until he could prepare actual weapons, though (next time, he promised himself), he would stick to doing what seemed to work best- throwing random stuff and hoping it worked out.

It was still annoying that throwing wooden dice at Minfour was more effective than smacking him with what basically amounted to a baseball bat, though.Updated from

Having snatched the tiny cubes off the table, he sent them flying at the bandit, aimed at his eyes and face with what he felt was surprising accuracy. The assistance Throwing Weapons provided still hadnt fully sunk in to his new normal, it seemed. Each time, the minion was forced to raise a hand to block the attack, letting Edwin slip a bit further away. Now that he had made it onto the stairs, Minfour kept trying to climb up after him, but Edwin was more or less successfully keeping him at bay.

A spark of inspiration struck Edwin as he threw his tenth dice- only two left- and he uncoiled a length of rope from his forearm. The next time Minfour tried to climb the stairs, Edwin tossed the rope at him, easily ensnaring his face with the tangles of woven cord. From there, the next step was easy! Totally easy. He didnt need to hesitate. Do it, Edwin!

Its really cruel, though, he couldnt help but think, Also really dangerous. What if-

The delay meant that Minfour had enough time to untangle his head from the rope, and he started pulling on the rope, trying to get Edwin to release it or be pulled down the stairs. Edwins eleventh dice got him to pause for a moment, but no longer. It was long enough for Edwin to get over his hesitation, at least, and he assessed the situation. Minfour had wrapped the coils of cord around his arms and was grasping it all firmly, insistently yanking on the whole thing. It wasnt ideal, but it would do. This time, Edwin didnt wait. With a deep breath, he let loose.

Firestarting.

Minfour swore profusely as the rope he had so firmly wrapped around his arms erupted into flames. No doubt traumatized by the last time Edwin had set him on fire, he tried to release the burning rope like it was a live snake, but that did little for the lengths he had already bound to himself. Parts fell to the stairs, and Edwin made sure his Skill was inactive before the tower was caught on fire. Wouldnt do to get that going too soon. It did nothing for the already-burning rope (and minion), but hopefully it would prevent the wooden interior from igniting.

Minfour, by the time he escaped from his fiery bindings, already had fairly severe burns on his palms and forearms. Edwin grimaced, but threw his final dice at the bandit. On instinct- no, it was some sort of Skill that compelled the action, Edwin could finally tell, it was too sudden, to involuntary to have been anything else- the man raised a burned hand to intercept the projectile, but was unprepared for the explosion of pain that came from the tiny, wooden object bursting a fairly sizeable blister and becoming lodged inside the wound.

Edwin grabbed two more stones, each slightly smaller than a volleyball, and threw one underhanded, the other overhanded, as though he were playing dodgeball and was trying to sneak a hit in. Minfives club blurred, and shattered the overhand throw, closing his eyes to endure the spray of stone fragments. His club moved on its own in an attempt to block the arcing underhand toss, but it missed, the stone colliding with his outstretched arm and forcing it to buckle. Okay, so he wasnt invincible. That was good. If Edwin were to hazard a guess based on his Class, perhaps his Skills were more effective while trying to directly protect others? If so, that would explain his uncharicteristic display of speed when catching Minseven.

Minfive took a second to wipe the dust from his eyes, which Edwin did not waste. By the time he had finished, Edwin had scooped up two handfuls of small pebbles, throwing them like they were scattershot at the bandit. His club wasnt able to block all of the rocks- it tried snapping to one at a time instead of sweeping aside all of them- and a few connected with his face, blinding him once more. What he really needed to do was try to use his rag once more, hed had luck with it so far, after all, but getting close enough to manage that would be problematic. Edwin grabbed another handful of the stones and started circling Minfive, trying to get back to the stairs. Going back up held a lot of potential, after all.

Shut up. No more jokes. I need to focus.

Next time Edwin tried to blind the minion, he had already grown wise to the tactic, closing his eyes the moment Edwin started his throw. Fortunately, Edwin was able to react quickly enough that he was able to delay his actual attack for a second, long enough for Minfive to suspect a feint and reopen his eyes- just in time for Edwins projectiles to connect, opening a new string of cursing from the bandit as he wiped his eyes free once more.

With his last handful of pebbles, Edwin truly did feint his attack, and the bandit shielded his eyes with his hand, abandoning his two-handed grip on his club. It still obscured his vision, though, and was even better for making it hard to defend from Edwins true attack, a high-speed rock hastily retrieved from a nearby rubble pile. The projectile smashed into Minfives hand, actually leaving a visible mark as a pointed corner of the stone tore open some skin on the back of his hand. It wasnt much, but it was a start.

At this point, Edwin had finally managed to reposition himself such that he was at the bottom of the stairs, and after throwing his last blinding attack- Minfive blocked it by shielding his eyes with his hand- he darted up the steps. Minseven was starting to stir, but Edwin solidly stomped on his face as he passed, and the outlaw slumped back into unconsciousness, blood trickling from his nose.

Edwins thoughts raced as Minfive clomped up the stairs behind him. Hed only have a single chance to make any of this work, and as he reached the top, he realized hed already missed his chance. Minfive had jumped over the body of Minseven, and was just mere steps behind Edwin, eagerly reaching out to try and snag Edwins jacket. In response, Edwin drew his knife, rubbed it with what was left of his sleeping potion and threw it, the weapon traveling mere inches through the air before it pierced the bandits outstretched hand, the steel tip embedding itself firmly into the soft skin on his palm.

To his credit, Minfive didnt immediately cry out in pain, though the sleeping potion may have numbed it. He did, however, unleash a dreadful tirade of cursing as he shook his hand in an attempt to dislodge the offending weapon. He didnt succeed, though why Edwin wasnt sure. Did the blood form a seal, or was there enough residual healing effect from his potion to heal the wound around the blade. Minfive removed the source of his agony, pulling it free in a single motion which prompted another stream of profanity. By necessity he had to release his club and let it clatter to the floor below, both hands occupied as they were. He swayed unsteadily as he seemed to fight against the effects of the sedative, which gave Edwin just enough of a chance.

Edwin didnt waste his opportunity, and while his potion rag no longer functioned as he hefted the heaviest thing he was able to find on short notice- the iron ball he had used to such great effect thus far, looped around a leg of the table- and slammed the entire contraption as hard as he could into Minfives head. The bandit fell backwards, his foot coming to rest on Minsevens body. The step he was on creaked ominously, but before it could settle or Minfive could recover, Edwin threw his entire makeshift weapon at the pair. It slammed into Minfives body, and the sudden force proved too great for the precarious stairway, and the wood gave way, sending the two bandits plummeting to the floor below. In most circumstances, Edwin wouldnt trust the mere ten-foot fall to take them out, but specifically where they were peeking over the edge, he saw them both lying lifelessly on the pile of scrap metal and discarded weapons. What appeared to be the tines of a pitchfork had pierced Minsevens chest, while Minsevens neck had been split open by a rusted plow, perhaps? Besides, the mans skull was half-crushed by the iron ball, even as the bandit himself was nearly decapitated by the metal blade.

Edwin looked away, fighting not to lose his dinner at the sight. He couldnt help but grimly think that at least his manacle situation was simpler now, though. He breathed out, trying to clear his head, and drank deeply from his canteen.

The tower fell silent, the only noise being the pained breathing and whimpering of his surviving victims.