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Chapter 1.
The Knight in the Dark. (part 3)
‘Crucible Champion!?’ Swift thought to himself, ‘This woman defeated the Crucible? The Crucible is a dangerous and vicious competition where the greatest warriors go to test their abilities in a various challenges. All held in a large arena where gamblers and other patrons gather to watch. Who on earth is this Lionheart?!’ As he thought this he heard footsteps behind him “You like that do you? It was a pain in the ass to get.” Swift turned around quickly to see Lionheart pouring water into a goblet. She handed the cup to Swift with a wide smile, hesitantly he grabbed it and sat back into an old rocking chair as Adventure tucked himself under his feet.
“You really defeated the Crucible?”
“Yes, the eighth and final round was against a very large forest troll and a band of hobbs, the entire event is narrated by the two most of the most annoying men I have ever met in my life! ”
Swift’s eyes widened and slapped his hand on his thigh only to feel he still had his cherry wood pipe and vanilla tobacco in his pocket. He pulled them out and searched his other pockets for a match. Lionheart then handed him a box of matches. He nodded in gratitude. “What happened next?” Swift asked. His face glowed like that of an excited child hearing a bedtime story
“Well first I thought to myself ‘Oh fuck me, not again!” Lionheart laughed and continued “You see, to kill a troll you must destroy all of it’s nerve ends. Little insect like bastards. They also time you during the Crucible. I had 10 seconds on the clock before I would get a much small reward. They wanted me to beat some stupid record. The entire time the announcers are arguing about whether or not I am entertaining enough! So, I zapped the two hobbs off me, shot them both dead and got the last Troll insect with less than 3 seconds on the clock. I didn’t know about the exact time until after I was out of the arena.”
Swift’s jaw began to lower itself until he felt his pipe slide across his lips and a few ashes fall in his lap. He caught the burning wooden pipe and adjusted himself
“Who are you madam?” Swift asked politely
“My introductions come later. What is your name? And your friend?” Lionheart asked as she pored Swift another glass of water. Swift's eyes narrowed realizing he and Walter were the only ones left.
“I am First Lieutenant Swift. My colleague is Second Lieutenant Walter Beck.”