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Carrying the Spear of Lugh, Logan entered the cave hidden at the end of a small slot canyon. As he worked his way through the ferns and stones at the entrance, the hunter noticed that he was shaking.
He stopped, put a hand on the wet cavern wall and stared uneasily into the darkness.
Calm down Logan, you’ve been waiting for this all your life. You can do this.
Though the hunter had taken care of wolves, pumas, forest creatures, goblins, even the occasional satyr or cyno- and that one minotaur and that other manitcore and also captured that unicorn- this was different on such a different scale compared to the rest. Thus Logan had specially prepared himself as well as he could. Besides his gambeson armor, the hunter had also acquired a brigandine vest, a buckler shield, and of course the new spear.
Listening to his own breathing, he gradually managed to calm himself down.
He reassuringly turned his spear in his hands. More a glaive with a large blade and metal handguard, the Spear of Lugh was heavy, though generally well balanced, its silver-foiled steel glistening in the low light.
Logan had acquired this new weapon specifically for this task, for this hunt was a special one.
Here, he would kill a dragon.
***
“Straight over from the master smiths of Eroland, this is the most powerful weapon in all of Cnaeus!” The weaponsmith said, gently handling the silver-lined polearm shining in the weapon shop. “It was wielded by the great Cian hero Lugh, who used this weapon to slay the evil Balor at Mag Tuired. It is said to drip blood and erupt in flame in battle.”
“At the same time? Wouldn’t that dry up the blood?” Logan asked incredulously.
The trader shrugged. “I dunno. It’s an import.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred lions”
“You’re bullshitting me.”
“Oh come now sir-” The weaponsmith got up and went over to Logan cradling the spear in a velvet cloth like a baby, “-you are a warrior, surely you deserve a fine weapon. This is a legendary spear, used in ages past to slaying hundreds of enemies.”
“I’m not paying more than a hundred.” The hunter fingered the spearhead, lightly tapping the tip with his fingernail. “It’s obviously fake.”
Still, it looks like a good weapon, he thought.
The merchant caught the gleam in his eye.
“Come now friend, didn’t you ever want the power of the ancients in your grasp?” He said, patting the irritated hunter on the shoulder. “You look like a fine young man able to solve our kingdom’s troubles, so even though it is worth a lot more, I’ll lower the price to one hundred and seventy-five lions.”
”One-fifty.”
“Deal.”
***
Logan handled the spear awkwardly. He was skilled well enough at swordplay through long experience, but had little in the way of polearms. Even so, the long reach of the weapon should come in handy for a fight against a dragon.
Monsters of flight and fire, tooth and claw. Those burning eyes-
This would not the first dragon that Logan had ever faced, but the first that he could fight back.
Though if he failed possibly the last.
The hunter frowned at the blade he was holding.
This thing had better be worth it.
Having calmed down sufficiently, Logan continued, the blackness of the cave beginning to engulf him as he advanced. Gradually, figures began to appear. Bones. Scraps of leather. Rotting flesh. Broken weapons. People had been here before, and people had died here before.
Then he took another a step, only to hear the crunch of his feet against the pebbly cavern floor. Immediately, a shuffle echoed ahead of him, and a hiss echoed through the shadows. Logan readied his weapon and prepared for the inevitable assault.
The dragon lunged out furiously, spewing flames and with knife-like claws ready to strike. Logan evaded the attack, bushing off the flames with his buckler and slashing with his glaive. He managed to catch a glimpse of the creature, a blue wyrm, and thankfully a small one about the size of a horse- for the creature’s flames immediately ignited Logan’s small shield. The dragon likewise had evaded the counter for the most part, though the hunter managed to deal a small slash onto the creature’s flank.
With a hiss the reptile immediately recoiled and dealt a backpawed slash at the hunter. Logan instinctively blocked with his left arm and was dealt a blow that cut through his gambeson cloth like it was butter, followed by a sharp pain as talons hit flesh.
Staggering back several steps, the hunter broke off, and withdrew to one end of the cavern chamber, throwing his burning buckler into the middle of the dueling grounds, where it cast a dull illumination. Quickly Logan assessed his wounded arm: he had been hurt, but the wound was not deep-an inch or so- as his armor had done its work. Instead, he gripped his glaive with both hands and readied himself another round. The dragon had likewise regrouped and charged back at the hunter with a roar and smoke emitting from its nostrils. Logan charged forward as well, also yelling, his blade singing in the air. As expected, the dragon threw out another sheet of flame, which Logan dodged left and then followed through with a heavy swing of his weapon. The dragon attempted to parry the blow with its claw, but Logan’s heavy glaive went true, slamming into extended the paw and neatly severing several digits.
A scream of pain echoed through the cavern as the wyrm grasped its mutilated paw then angrily threw out another ball of fire. Again the hunter evaded again the volley, but not completely- the flames managed to catch the stained blade of his weapon and ignite. The Spear of Lugh indeed blazed in battle, specks of rapidly-drying blood flaking off. Then the dragon charged again, and Logan thrust at its chest, where to his shock the blade, warped and distorting in the heat, simply snapped.
The impact sent the hunter flying a dozen feet, knocking the air out of him as he crumpled to the ground. Briefly stunned, Logan was lucky enough to be allowed to recover as the dragon first licked at its painful wound, gathering his wits about him and rolling away before being blasted by another sheet of flame.
Logan then scrambled to his feet and ran. Without a weapon he was as good as dead, the only hope being to get out. With a roar of anger the dragon turned and pursued.
Suddenly Logan tripped over something and fell with a thud. He turned to find that his legs had tangled up with the remains of a human ribcage. And besides the broken bones was an unbroken pole, leading to a impressive unrusted spike.
An awlpike. The dragon was almost upon him, there were no other option.
As the dragon leaped upon him, Logan grabbed the awlpike and jabbed it into the dragon’s stomach. The spike pierced deep into the dragon’s chest, embedding itself into soft tissue and spraying the hunter with warm blood. Putting his full weight on the weapon, Logan had his pike tip tear through the abdomen and into the creature’s belly, eviscerating the creature and leaving a horrific gash the size of an arm through which the dragon’s blood and organs sprung out like maggots. A horrific screamed echoed through the cavern.
The creature violently shook its body back and forth, trying to throw off the hunter, who was equally insistent on hanging on and ended up getting shaken like a rag doll. Logan was finally thrown to the ground, but the impaling polearm remained firm, and the hunter watched silently as the dying dragon futilely attempted to remove the awlpike from its broken body, tearing itself more to pieces with the sharp, unyielding spike. The wyrm weakened over time, its fevered attempts becoming more weak and pathetic as its lifeblood continued to fall to the cavern floor; finally the dragon collapsed lifelessly in a mound of flesh and bone.
Logan finally got to his feet, slowly, cautiously kicking the dragon to ensure that it was dead, then smoothly pulled out the bloody awlpike in a single fluid motion.
He looked at the simple spiked polearm, so deadly and effective in this encounter. Then he looked back down at his broken 150-lion weapon, charred and distorted from the fight, before throwing the awlpike over his should.
“Spear of Lugh my ass.” The hunter grumbled as he walked out.
The Stanfields - Jimmy No More
From
Pesets!
Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44922121/
Carrying the Spear of Lugh, Logan entered the cave hidden at the end of a small slot canyon. As he worked his way through the ferns and stones at the entrance, the hunter noticed that he was shaking.
He stopped, put a hand on the wet cavern wall and stared uneasily into the darkness.
Calm down Logan, you’ve been waiting for this all your life. You can do this.
Though the hunter had taken care of wolves, pumas, forest creatures, goblins, even the occasional satyr or cyno- and that one minotaur and that other manitcore and also captured that unicorn- this was different on such a different scale compared to the rest. Thus Logan had specially prepared himself as well as he could. Besides his gambeson armor, the hunter had also acquired a brigandine vest, a buckler shield, and of course the new spear.
Listening to his own breathing, he gradually managed to calm himself down.
He reassuringly turned his spear in his hands. More a glaive with a large blade and metal handguard, the Spear of Lugh was heavy, though generally well balanced, its silver-foiled steel glistening in the low light.
Logan had acquired this new weapon specifically for this task, for this hunt was a special one.
Here, he would kill a dragon.
***
“Straight over from the master smiths of Eroland, this is the most powerful weapon in all of Cnaeus!” The weaponsmith said, gently handling the silver-lined polearm shining in the weapon shop. “It was wielded by the great Cian hero Lugh, who used this weapon to slay the evil Balor at Mag Tuired. It is said to drip blood and erupt in flame in battle.”
“At the same time? Wouldn’t that dry up the blood?” Logan asked incredulously.
The trader shrugged. “I dunno. It’s an import.”
“How much?”
“Two hundred lions”
“You’re bullshitting me.”
“Oh come now sir-” The weaponsmith got up and went over to Logan cradling the spear in a velvet cloth like a baby, “-you are a warrior, surely you deserve a fine weapon. This is a legendary spear, used in ages past to slaying hundreds of enemies.”
“I’m not paying more than a hundred.” The hunter fingered the spearhead, lightly tapping the tip with his fingernail. “It’s obviously fake.”
Still, it looks like a good weapon, he thought.
The merchant caught the gleam in his eye.
“Come now friend, didn’t you ever want the power of the ancients in your grasp?” He said, patting the irritated hunter on the shoulder. “You look like a fine young man able to solve our kingdom’s troubles, so even though it is worth a lot more, I’ll lower the price to one hundred and seventy-five lions.”
”One-fifty.”
“Deal.”
***
Logan handled the spear awkwardly. He was skilled well enough at swordplay through long experience, but had little in the way of polearms. Even so, the long reach of the weapon should come in handy for a fight against a dragon.
Monsters of flight and fire, tooth and claw. Those burning eyes-
This would not the first dragon that Logan had ever faced, but the first that he could fight back.
Though if he failed possibly the last.
The hunter frowned at the blade he was holding.
This thing had better be worth it.
Having calmed down sufficiently, Logan continued, the blackness of the cave beginning to engulf him as he advanced. Gradually, figures began to appear. Bones. Scraps of leather. Rotting flesh. Broken weapons. People had been here before, and people had died here before.
Then he took another a step, only to hear the crunch of his feet against the pebbly cavern floor. Immediately, a shuffle echoed ahead of him, and a hiss echoed through the shadows. Logan readied his weapon and prepared for the inevitable assault.
The dragon lunged out furiously, spewing flames and with knife-like claws ready to strike. Logan evaded the attack, bushing off the flames with his buckler and slashing with his glaive. He managed to catch a glimpse of the creature, a blue wyrm, and thankfully a small one about the size of a horse- for the creature’s flames immediately ignited Logan’s small shield. The dragon likewise had evaded the counter for the most part, though the hunter managed to deal a small slash onto the creature’s flank.
With a hiss the reptile immediately recoiled and dealt a backpawed slash at the hunter. Logan instinctively blocked with his left arm and was dealt a blow that cut through his gambeson cloth like it was butter, followed by a sharp pain as talons hit flesh.
Staggering back several steps, the hunter broke off, and withdrew to one end of the cavern chamber, throwing his burning buckler into the middle of the dueling grounds, where it cast a dull illumination. Quickly Logan assessed his wounded arm: he had been hurt, but the wound was not deep-an inch or so- as his armor had done its work. Instead, he gripped his glaive with both hands and readied himself another round. The dragon had likewise regrouped and charged back at the hunter with a roar and smoke emitting from its nostrils. Logan charged forward as well, also yelling, his blade singing in the air. As expected, the dragon threw out another sheet of flame, which Logan dodged left and then followed through with a heavy swing of his weapon. The dragon attempted to parry the blow with its claw, but Logan’s heavy glaive went true, slamming into extended the paw and neatly severing several digits.
A scream of pain echoed through the cavern as the wyrm grasped its mutilated paw then angrily threw out another ball of fire. Again the hunter evaded again the volley, but not completely- the flames managed to catch the stained blade of his weapon and ignite. The Spear of Lugh indeed blazed in battle, specks of rapidly-drying blood flaking off. Then the dragon charged again, and Logan thrust at its chest, where to his shock the blade, warped and distorting in the heat, simply snapped.
The impact sent the hunter flying a dozen feet, knocking the air out of him as he crumpled to the ground. Briefly stunned, Logan was lucky enough to be allowed to recover as the dragon first licked at its painful wound, gathering his wits about him and rolling away before being blasted by another sheet of flame.
Logan then scrambled to his feet and ran. Without a weapon he was as good as dead, the only hope being to get out. With a roar of anger the dragon turned and pursued.
Suddenly Logan tripped over something and fell with a thud. He turned to find that his legs had tangled up with the remains of a human ribcage. And besides the broken bones was an unbroken pole, leading to a impressive unrusted spike.
An awlpike. The dragon was almost upon him, there were no other option.
As the dragon leaped upon him, Logan grabbed the awlpike and jabbed it into the dragon’s stomach. The spike pierced deep into the dragon’s chest, embedding itself into soft tissue and spraying the hunter with warm blood. Putting his full weight on the weapon, Logan had his pike tip tear through the abdomen and into the creature’s belly, eviscerating the creature and leaving a horrific gash the size of an arm through which the dragon’s blood and organs sprung out like maggots. A horrific screamed echoed through the cavern.
The creature violently shook its body back and forth, trying to throw off the hunter, who was equally insistent on hanging on and ended up getting shaken like a rag doll. Logan was finally thrown to the ground, but the impaling polearm remained firm, and the hunter watched silently as the dying dragon futilely attempted to remove the awlpike from its broken body, tearing itself more to pieces with the sharp, unyielding spike. The wyrm weakened over time, its fevered attempts becoming more weak and pathetic as its lifeblood continued to fall to the cavern floor; finally the dragon collapsed lifelessly in a mound of flesh and bone.
Logan finally got to his feet, slowly, cautiously kicking the dragon to ensure that it was dead, then smoothly pulled out the bloody awlpike in a single fluid motion.
He looked at the simple spiked polearm, so deadly and effective in this encounter. Then he looked back down at his broken 150-lion weapon, charred and distorted from the fight, before throwing the awlpike over his should.
“Spear of Lugh my ass.” The hunter grumbled as he walked out.
The Stanfields - Jimmy No More
From
Pesets!Original: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44922121/
Category Artwork (Digital) / Fantasy
Species Human
Size 825 x 1280px
File Size 90.7 kB
That's an interesting story of how Logan got his awlpike! It was pretty risky for him to approach the dragon with a weapon he had just bought and not had the chance to try out or experience using in perhaps lighter situations, and especially when on top of that he's after an opponent he hasn't hunted before. Speaking of which, he's hunted some interesting things, like Cynos.
Yep this is a flashback to a time that shows 1. Logan's hardheadedness and arrogance, 2. His ability to adapt and learn and acquire what is indeed useful.
Truthfully, everyone's a bit of a jerk to everyone else in this world, but meeting Mera is what sets off Logan's character arc lol.
Truthfully, everyone's a bit of a jerk to everyone else in this world, but meeting Mera is what sets off Logan's character arc lol.
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