Chapter 89 — Region of Frost XXI: Blackpool's Contingency
Outside the tavern the city is wide awake. Streets filled with blood as Tushar fights against the wall to protect those who he has locked inside their homes for protection. A protection that may end up costing them.
His hands tosses a barrier to block the oncoming kick from the Drakkin. It breaks and he's sent careening into the building next to him. His eyes blur. He shakes away the feeling just in time to roll away from the Drakkin that slammed their foot on the ground right where his skull used to be.
Cracked lines begin to spiral from the blow— like that of an earthquake about to open up the ground to swallow you hole. Tushar really could use some help right about now. He knows his comrades are busy, but still.
This is a type of fight he's never been a part of.
This is no melee but a field of war.
