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His last shoulder rub
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How is that possible? Tudagub reached for the brass rod tucked in his belt to the side and gazed at the rod that now laid in his open hands. Tudagub stood there confused, wondering if in the panic he had used the rod of lightning again. “I didn’t even mutter his goddamn name.” He looked up again to see that the giant that was trying to nail Bregor into the ground with his tree branch club was still fine. It had a few arrows sticking out of his thick skin that was slightly charred from the initial lightning strike, but it was still going strong chasing the two elves around. No, It wasn’t that. There was no flash of blinding light that fell from the overcast clouds in the dark sky. No, it wasn’t lightning at all.
Thump.
Tudagub turned around as he heard the sound of metal clattering against the sand following the thump. There, nearing the coastlines and the coming tides, was a dark lump sticking out of the sand like a log on the beach. A log that had a familiar figure. Motionless. Off in the distance, a considerable ways out from the log, stood the silhouette of a very tall statue of what seemed to be a man in the sand with the trees of forest in the background. It too was motionless. The statue stood there, striking a pose as if it had just batted a ball with its huge club sky high into the heavens in the direction of the dark blue ocean.
“No.... no.. Jexal please...”
Tudagub sprinted towards Vincent as fast as he has ever ran before. Tudagub too was badly injured but that didn’t matter. None of this will have mattered if he didn't save Vincent quick. Bregor and Abigael would last only so long. There is the possibility that the giant would join his companion and finish off the elves. Worst, it might come over and finish us off.
That bastard.
It seem like it was going to do neither. As Tudagub rushed to finally reach Vincent’s side, he glanced over to find the giant just standing there, in the same spot as that statue. With his colossal club now resting over its wide shoulders, it looked as if it was admiring his victory. For the brief moment that Tudagub looked on in fear, before forcing himself to focus on healing his friend, he could see from the face of the dark silhouette, its yellow teeth reflecting the little light from the moon shrouded behind the clouds. The bastard was fucking smiling.
Tudagub fell to his knees, in front of Vincent’s head. Vincent Longborn laid there in the sand, face down with his arms and legs sprawled out. In his right hand he was still clutching his longsword, Brightblade’s Dying Wish. A little to Vincents left, was his shield that had been crumpled, totally bent in from the impact with the large tree branch of a club. The left side of Vincents plate mail armor was also caved in from the sheer force that the shield wasn’t able to absorb. Lord knows how many bones were broken in his arm and ribs.
“YOO VINCENT, VINCENT, ARE YOU ALRIGHT? HEEEY?!? Shit Shit!” Tudagub shakily screamed aloud as he plunked his two big hands onto Vincent black, bloodied pauldrons. Underneath Tudagub’s hand that laid on Vincent shoulders, a white hot glow started to steadily emerge, growing brighter and brighter along side a slight buzzing noise. “Hey man, you're going to be alright, but you gotta get up man. GET UP!”.
Tudagub didn’t have to look to see that the giant had started to move again for him and Vincent. He could just feel it. He could feel each footstep as it came closer and closer slowly, accompanied by a dreadful fear. As his hands were slightly trembling, heart furiously beating, and with a chill throughout his bones and body, Tudagub continued to look upon on the knight clad in black platemail. And as he continue to gaze on, for each second that went by, it felt like an eternity until time had seemed to stop all together. In that brief moment, it felt like everything was detached. The fear, the trembling, his racing heart, the chill, the sand, the ocean, the dark sky, the giants. It just seemed to all vanish and all that was left was Vincent Longborn and memories.
Memories that now Tudagub was flooded with from the times when Vincent turned their enemies into lumps of meat and red mist and they would give each other congratulatory fist bumps, or when they would cover each other's backs against the many enemies and creatures they have encountered, or when Vincent would drag Tudagub’s 420 lb body after falling unconscious. Vincent was always sticking up for Tudagub too, like when the whole town of Vinyaes was after him, and put his life on the line to save his. But it wasn’t always Vincent doing the saving as Tudagub was able to save Vincent many a times with his heals. The jesting slaps to the face and butt, face massages, shoulder rubs, playful caresses. To Tudagub, along with his boots, Vincent and his companionship was the most precious thing to him in the world. The two, along with the elves had been through alot, and Vincent was always there to lead them, and they always somehow managed to get through the roughest of times. And just as before, Tudagub knew that Vincent would be fine, and together they would get out of this giant mess. And with that hope, time now resumed.
Tudagub opened his eyes slowly to a great white blinding light that seemed to be engulfing him and Vincent in a sphere of warm holy light. At the sphere center was Tudagub’s hands and the shoulders of the now kneeling Vincent who was able to get up from the sand. In the blinding light, he could make out that Vincent head was still hanging down, body hunched slightly forward, arms falling to his side, Brightblade’s Dying Wish still firmly clenched in his right hand. Although, still semi unconscious, Tudagub could see the willpower of Vincent, struggling to get up and fight. But time was short, and Tudagub knew he had to buy some time as the giant was closing in quick.
The white holy light that had emerged only a dozen seconds ago had now started to dwindle and fade, and Tudagub could now clearly see Vincent.
“Hey, I’ll finish the shoulder rub once we get rid of these giants, yah?” Tudugub directed to the semi conscious Vincent, as he removed his hands from Vincent’s shoulder and grabbed his hammer that laid to the side. As he got up and turned to face the giant with his hammer in hand, he saw the giant was still about 75 feet away from him, dragging his club with the tip carving a line through the sand behind it, walking toward him at a slow pace, but still covering a lot of distance with its long strides. Tudagub, looking directly into the eyes of the 16 foot giant, took a deep breath and started to run cautiously towards its right, hoping to lure it away from Vincent and into the forest. As Tudagub started to pick up some speed, Tudagub raised his hammer up and behind his shoulder and few quick moments later, hurled it at the giant that was still ahead and to Tudagub’s right, hitting the giant square in lower part of its chest. Unphased by it, the giant changed its path from Vincent and focussed on the fleeing Tudagub, who immediately turned and started to run more the the left, towards the coast line, fearing the giant would be able to catch up if he had continued to run straight past the giant and into the forest. Tudagub started to run with all his might as he could now feel the lumbering giant start to run, feeling the sand shake and slightly jump into the air from the tremors each time the giant took a stride. As if caught in a earthquake, Tudagub ran and ran, heart feeling like it will explode out from his chest, as he started to now curve back to the right towards the forest. Another 50 feet.. 40 feet.. 30, if he could get to the forest, the giant wouldn’t be able to, …
Everything was fading between black and a deep dark blue. Tudagub couldn’t feel anything. His body was numb. Moments ago, his heart was pounding, but now, it was just silent. He couldn’t hear anything. He wasn’t sure what just happened. The cold then started to settle in and the fading stopped and all he saw was black, dark blue, grey and the small blue dots that were scattered throughout the darkness. He wanted a drink. Although he couldn’t feel his arms, in his mind he made the gesture to grab a bottle of wine as he was so accustomed to doing throughout his life.
It was to late, as everything, for the final time, faded to darkness.
RIP Tugabutt~
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Well done. It's a very Good Portrayal of that Moment In literature form none the less! Wonderful I say! If someone did this for the entire series (I know it'd take ages) It'd be amazing. But yes. Bravo my friend! Bravo!