《Call of the Void》Chapter -17- Do you even lift Bruh.

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Aaron was sorely regretting his decision. His body screamed in protest as he attempted to lift the prone body of the wounded warrior. Her left arm somehow still holding one to one dagger. The fight had been crazy. It was beyond describable. All he saw were two blurry shapes moving with a speed that should not have been possible. A sound shook Aaron out of his thoughts. He was still in deep water. The shadows were not safe. He needed to save this lady. She seemed pretty important and he could buy some goodwill by getting her to safety. Without knowing the local language he had to let his deeds do the talking. Hopefully, this should be enough for them to view him favourably.

He could see the light of the bonfires barely filtering through the field of tents. A couple of hundred yards. With his lanky frame, he should be able to make it in under a minute if he booked it. Now, adding to his weight about 250 pounds of muscle and armour made this a much more taxing endeavour. "Lady, don't you have healing potions in your world ?" He muttered under his breath. His best option would be to backpack carry her. Going over his reasons to do this again, Aaron kept telling himself. "Return scary and important lady to scarier and more important lady. The lion-man not eat you". He grabbed her hand put it over his shoulder shimmied under her and got her other arm around his shoulder. " Now, remember how you squat, drive with the hips. Do it in one motion". Aaron had a 350-pound PR, but that was a while ago. Aaron PUSHED. Grunting in effort, he had done it. It had been easier than he expected. Either the warrior was deceivingly light or he had gotten stronger, much stronger. She did not feel north of two hundred pounds. She felt much lighter. Confused, but thankful he started moving towards the light. Aaron sniggered at the supposed humour surprising himself. The sounds of fighting seemed to have died down and he was slowly moving forward. His new-found strength aside something did not seem right. An odd feeling was bothering him. It felt like a nascent new sense warning him about impending danger. He listened to his gut and ducked. A dagger flew past just where his companion's head had been. Setting her aside, he pried the dagger from her vice-like grip and took a stance. Aaron wasn't a noob to fights. But those consisted of fists and elbows, he couldn't bring an arm bar to a magical gun fight. Two robed figures emerged fifty feet behind him. Each holding a short sword of a style he had never seen before in Earth's fantasy. He noticed the hands holding them were bandaged and looked diseased, oozing tar-like gunk. Shuddering with disgust, he held the dagger in front of him, with a reverse-handed grip. Most likely this was going to be it. After failing to die on his own terms, he was going to die on some alien hostile planet to some asshole with super-eczema. Grief took a hold of his heart until it morphed into something blacker. Cold fury flowed through him as he promised himself and his opponents. "I'm sure as hell not going down alone you ugly fucks. Unbeknownst to him, the wind has gently started swirling around him.

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