Chapter 294 Salvation? (1/2)
”This is a right ploppin', that's for sure” Isaac Bird growled as he fell back from the cracks in the door.
The water he'd seen had sliced through monsters as if they weren't even there, not to mention the other monsters he'd seen as they battered against the horde a.s.sembled outside the warehouse.
How could he explain it? Had some master mage and tamer heard of their plight whilst travelling past? Such a thing would be a darned miracle. Not only because a mage with the strength and means to raise two powerful pets would be a rare as hens teeth in this part of the world, but such a person would almost a.s.suredly be part of the upper crust and unlikely to lower themselves to a.s.sisting some townsfolk and guards stuffed in a warehouse.
Isaac scrambled back onto his feet and tightened his grip around his spear once more. Whatever the reason, it wouldn't matter a bit if his people died before the monsters were killed.
”Step back from the door you bleedin' piles of flamin' tras.h.!.+” he bellowed over the roar of the fight, ”if that water comes through you're gonna end up in pieces and I aint' got any glue!”
The men and women who'd braced the danger to brace the warehouse door stepped back in confusion. The spray of water blasted through the cracks and soaked them but they hadn't seen the water jet itself and didn't appreciate how deadly it was.
They moved too slow for Isaac and leapt forward to pull them back. Many of them flinched as if they expected the door to be forced in the second they were no longer holding it shut but no such thing occurred.
”You and you” Isaac pointed at two of the bedraggled survivors, ”get out the back and get on bucket duty, make sure there's nothing burning in here.”
The two, a man and a woman who looked barely old enough for marriage but had fought their way through h.e.l.l in the last week, nodded and rushed to hit the buckets. The others gathered near the wide doors of the warehouse looked to Isaac for guidance.
”Looks like help has arrived people” he told them and watched the hope blossom in their expressions.
Judging from the horrific din from outside the warehouse, the battle was still raging out there. The bellowing of monsters, the crash and thud of heavy blows and impacts rang in their ears without pause.
What they do? Just wait it out? Hope that whoever had come to their rescue was victorious?
”I'll be d.a.m.ned if I hide like a rat in a bleedin' hole!” Isaac bellowed.
”Form the line you idiots! You think you're rescued already? Thousands of monsters out there need killin'! You wanna live then get your a.r.s.e up and in line! Spears front and at the ready!”
Isaac stormed through the ranks of his 'guards', most them fishermen and shopkeepers, as he shouted, pushed and hara.s.sed his people until he had a rag tag group of twenty formed up behind the door in the most pathetic excuse for a box formation he'd ever seen. He was d.a.m.ned proud of it.
Most of these people hadn't seen a monster and never held a weapon in their life. Here they were one week later with steady hands and steel in their eyes.
”If we're gonna survive then we need to get out there and help. With all the monsters distracted by the a.s.sault from behind we'll have a good chance to stick a few before they even realise we're there. Get in position now you sack of pig sick! Do I need to open the doors me b.l.o.o.d.y self?”