These two scrawny men were the researchers that requested bodyguards? Valther had to refrain from groaning in disappointment. Sure, he expected...
"Fred! Fred, get your ass back here!" Val called out as he stumbled after the tiny hog bolting through the long, golden grass, the only trail to...
Valther held the Tusk parallel to the earth in front of him, breathing out sharply as he placed two fingers against the blade, just above the...
Valther stared at the water, shimmering serenely as boats entered and exited the marine in the evening light, hauling in their latest catches, and...
Valther cupped his hands in the stream, the cool wisps and bubbles of water rushing across his wrists and into his palms, and he lifted them out,...
"Mico," Valther gasped under his breath, pointing his palm out towards the coffee-colored dirt, and a golf ball-sized fireball launched from his...
Valther gazed across the grassy plains, his palm over the pommel of his blade, stuck point-first into the earth below him. This was new to him,...
Valther repeatedly swung the flimsy blade gripped within his fist in a chaotic fashion. Never had he ever swung a blade of any form, unless you...
Valther's palms slid from his eyes, the sun glaring down at him through a bare patch in the canopy above. It hurt to look at and stunned him into...
