Gale
A Breath of Fresh Air
A Breath of Fresh Air
The swarm of Mini-Goblins was quickly becoming overwhelming.Gale fell to one knee, panting. Sweat stung her eyes; a thin hand shot up to impatiently swipe it away. This wasn’t looking good. The group of Mini-Goblins had been following her for the past three miles, and she couldn’t shake them. They had caught up to her at last, and were taking turns whaling on the Jupiter adept. Low on energy, Gale knew instinctively that she would only be able to take a few more hits before she fell unconscious. Her djinn, Fever and Zephyr, perched nearby recovering from their last summons.
Gritting her teeth, she used her Ceremonial Rod to prop herself up. “P-Plasma!” she shrieked, voice breaking in the middle of the cry.
A crackling burst of raw purple energy erupted from an invisible rend in the sky and two more of the monsters fell. Gale cursed beneath her breath, legs weak as overcooked noodles. That was the last of her power to expend on summoning the wind to her aid. Grimly, expecting no help, the nomadic Jupiter Adept took up the flimsy Ceremonial Rod and held it defensively before her. ‘I can’t die here,’ she thought, the words like a mantra in her head. ‘I can’t die here! How disappointed my family will be!’
“Get away from me, you filthy pigs!” Gale snarled, masking her fear with bravado. The Mini-Goblins just gnashed their teeth and lurked closer, sensing that their prey was at its most vulnerable. It was in the middle of Hestteka; the nearest town was miles away.
