Hitting the Mark
Earlier, as soon as Loys followed James through the door, he lost the archer. Loys closed the door behind him and this next room was a meeting room. But James was nowhere to be found. Well, Loys was actually familiar with the place so he went looking down the hallway. This room was another bedroom with many beds. He went down one hallway that went to the pissrooms. No James there. Loys came back to the bedroom and the beds were completely rearranged. Some were standing tall, others on their side, and still one was somehow hanging from the ceiling.
“You’re still wondering where I am? It is a mystery!”
“Speaking from a conch shell? And the room echoes too, good for you.”
“Aw thank you. Well, the best king in Christendom has to have the best archer, you know.”
“An archer. And what will you do against this,” Loys said as he sliced a bed in half with his sword. His sword seemed to be made of pure gold with the handle looking as the upper part of a crucifix. The bed he sliced caught on fire due to the sword’s enchantments.
“Really? You thought I was just right there? The answer’s even easier then that.”
Loys lowered his sword. “Well, jester, I don’t have time for much games. I’ll go kill the rest of your team.”
He walked back towards the door, and just as he reached out his hand to the handle…he paused. Then he continued and finally an arrow flew through the air. By natural reaction, he dodged it. “Obvious!” Loys turned toward the arrow’s flight path and started slashing through the barricading beds. Then another struck in his back. Loys stopped, quickly removed it and shattered it against the ground.
“Obvious? Well what if I seem to shoot from the opposite side of the room?”
“Dumbass, you simply ran around me. I’ll remain in the middle to mitigate this.”
“This guy needs to mitigate a life, am I right?”
Loys looked around confused at who James could POSSIBLY be talking to as he reached the middle of the room. Many beds caught on fire as his sword brushed against them. “Hold on, no one else IS here.”
“And you called me a dumbass. I do have to commend your sword, just contact with it burns vulnerable things like the wood and wool of the bed. Good sword. Great even. One of the best I’ve had to fight against which isn’t many.”
“Stop praising me!”
“Be Christian, give some gratitude. Be a gentleman, give some gratitude.”
“Shut up!” Loys spun around burning all the beds surrounding him.
“Praise is a form of gratitude that also shows reverence. I’m a multitasker like that.” Another arrow flew at Loys which he slashed out of the air. He looked at its place of origin not seeing anyone. I almost searched that corner earlier so he’s moved back. “If you knew my trick, you should praise me because it is quite impressive. But, Sir Napolyi, if you mean to say ‘shut up, for I am a humble servant of the Lord’, then that’s the mark of chivalry as well.”
“You are not even a knight, what do you know?”
“Én bűnös emberekben élek.”
“What?” An arrow flew right through his head, from ear to ear.
In Latin, James repeated, “I live on in sinful persons. Here ‘I’ means ego.”
Loys’ corpse fell onto a bed and he caught in flames.
Where was James? He was on the opposite corner where Loys was looking, just reclining on a chair. The light spell is the only one he picked up from somewhere with which he created illusions of the other arrows. Full masters of the light spell can make whatever illusions they want. Loys’ folly was believing any of them were real, which James himself found strange. James only had the one to shoot and kill with. “I’ll have to recover your sword, Napolyi. But why’d you have to go burn everything!” Who was James? Just a really good archer, who hits his mark!
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