Chapter 0.2

The Centaurs and Minotaurs were well coordinated, almost as if they were a single entity, from the moment Trafe threw the stones, the centaurs and minotaurs immediately moved as one, shields and spears pointing at the two strange humans, like a bear trap waiting to be snapped, not letting anything escape, except the pebbles thrown at sea.

They cannot win against such foes. Nayb knew, with no weapons or armor, they wouldn't be able to win a physical fight, but they still have a chance, right now, even while running away, Trafe was preparing something which Nayb knew too well.A simple Spell? Skill? A mix of the two, unique from that alone. All Nayb have to do was buy enough time for Trafe to finish what he was doing. He only needed seconds. So he stopped and faced the [Riders].

Right before they escaped the dungeon, Nayb promised himself not to be involved in any fighting or killing, but it looks like he will have to break it. He only had a few offensive spells, but those were very reliant to the strength of his enemies, which is not powerful enough against opponents such as now. So he focused on channeling his defensive spells, he only need to defend Trafe for a few moments before—

Nothing happened. Confused, Nayb tried focusing, something was wrong, he tried focusing again but still nothing happened. He couldn't feel his magic forming. Confusion turned to panic as he tried again and again and—Splat!

Nayb lost focus as he searched where the sound came from, he looked down, and saw a spear,but it was missing the tip, then he realized it was pushed against his left thigh.

He lost his balance after that, he tried kneeling, but a surge of pain stopped him from doing so, instead, he tried grabbing the spear.

“Arghh!”

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Nayb screamed his lungs out. The attacker, a centaur, pulled the spear back. aimed, and thrust it toward Nayb's right thigh, Swoosh! the spear propelled forward like a blur.

[Quick Thrust] the centaur said with a calm voice. Nayb greet his teeth, jumped left, or tried to, his left leg felt hot, he wouldn't be able to dodge—

Thwack!

The sound came from afar, the cold rough sands in his hands made him realize that he was on the ground far from his attacker, he quickly glanced at his thighs, only one was bleeding. He was getting dizzy, yet he tried to stand up, he need to focus again, despite the injury. He adjusted his stance, shifting his weight to his right side, he was no stranger to injuries, but the pain was still unwelcome. He redirected his focus to his surroundings, waiting to reposition himself between Trafe and the enemies. He was waiting for— 'Ahh, of course' Nayb muttered.

Their enemies were not moving, like statues, or one's who got caught by Gazers. Unmoving. Nayb tilted his head. But as quickly as enemies the froze, they immediately recomposed themselves, ‘That’s weird’ Nayb mused. He glanced back to where Trafe was, seeking answers, there he saw what the fuzz was about.

Trafe was just simply standing, nothing special about that, but he was holding something, a pole, No, a spear, still nothing special about it. 'Ahh!’ Nayb suddenly realized what the slight paused their enemies made. Right now, at this moment, Trafe was holding a spear, a spear which was aimed at Nayb earlier, But somehow didn't connect with his thigh. But the confusing part of it was their positioning, especially Nayb and Trafe.

They have switched places, as simple as that, a simple magic, with many applications, depending on how well someone trained. And what better place to train that than a dungeon.

“What the—” a confused centaur said while pulling his spear back. He succeeded, he must have pulled harder than he should, humans are no match when it comes to physical strength when compared to centaurs.

"Huh?” but instead of a spear, the centaur was now holding something else, something small, a pebble, one which is still wet.

Baffled, he made a quick glance at his commander, who took out a piece of gem from one of his many pockets, it was not glowing, meaning it's not detecting what is it suppose to. Frowning, the commander yelled and pointed a finger at Nayb.

“It's not an illusion! And the other one is still bleeding. Mages! cast anti teleportation spells, Now, Huh?”

Only now, did the commander noticed it, but the moment he and his [Riders] look at the gem, their enemies, the ones who were suspected on attacking one of their trading port, possibly the same ones who hijacked an infamous [Pirate Lord]'s Ship and killing everyone on that same ship, the ones they needed to catch. Are now, nowhere to be found.

Their only hope of finding them, two wet pebbles.