Mean while in the Market square of Vayham (part III)

It left with the same soft pop and a whoosh of air as it had arrived and Fawlit was so surprised that he nearly fell over as he was in mid reverse swing and the momentum of the strike that would never land carried him of balance for an instant, there was silence in the square and the fountain of flame guttered like a candle flame drowning in its own wax and went out.

A short time latter Nyasse came round from her swoon in the arms of the stupidly grinning Half Ork, yea gawds he was ugly but Violet always said not to judge a man by his visage for much that seems fair is in truth foul and vice versa, and it meant that she was still alive as did the dull throb where her left fore arm should have been, she wondered what had happened to the creature had Fawlit slain it, had she. That Fawlit said looking at the bloody mess which was her left fore arm needs to go to the hospital. Nyasse found she could not disagree, but paused to pick up her sword and ask what had happened to the creature and did not understand Fawlit’s reply that it had just gone, adding just before he slammed his axe into it again. Then the pair walked side by side through the town where it was a hanging offence even to be a Half Ork as if they had not a care in the world, despite her gashed and still bleeding arm and his torn surcoat and shouldered axe still stained with ichor and on that morning none challenged them from the few they passed on the street going towards the great hospital.

to be continued......