Battle With The Humans

"Damn, my uncle heard me." Gror opened the door as he whispered, "He's got the worst hearing out of them all, but he built himself some listening device to hear everything."

Just as he said, all the five elders in there were old, greying Dwarves that had far more facial hair than any of the other dwarves, their massive white beard reaching to their belly buttons. One of them, Zeeth assumed was his uncle, had a large funnel leading to one ear and a tube that stretched around his head.

"What have you to say, Grorbonlir? Have you come back with good news?"

"Yes, there is a land I have found far from here. It is situated near a volcano where minerals like Lumos gems and greystones are plentiful."

"Volcanoes, you say?" his uncle said, "does no other group already possess the area?"

"Actually, a small tribe of elves does live there, but there was recently a large fight between two groups and meteors struck down their land. They need help and the land is large, they do not need much of it."

"How far is it?"

"I'm unsure, but it shouldn't take more than a week by the wheel."

"A week!" another elder yelled, "why, I would be dead before we reached it!"

"Thrazmuc, you've been saying that for five years! Shut it, you can make another week!" another one yelled, brandishing a large, blue, double-handed sword with one hand.

"Thank you, Gror."

"Oh, and they have a ton of magical artifacts we can study, gifts from the Goddess Luik."

"Great god, they have artifacts? How many?"

"Don't know, too many for me to count."

"Heavens! Sounds amazin'!"

"Hey, what are all those books outside?"

"What books? We dwarves don't read, those are magic records for teachin' our young."

From an opening on the walls near the door, a voice shouted, "sir! Our left flank has been breached by the attackers again! We are fighting back but they have far more people this time and they are armed with much better weaponry!

"The left flank again? We still haven't recovered yet! Drawk," Another one yelled to Grors uncle, "get out there and lead your men! Your broad team will be needed!"

And with that, he jumped from his seat and dashed away with surprising speed, bolting out the door on shoes with wheels on them.

The one in the middle, and the oldest looking one, yelled, "Get the cannons! Thraz, get your lightning cannon and put it on the right flank!"

"That might be too far to reach them," Thraz replied.

"We can't get much closer, it's a delicate contraption and they might shoot it down. Just add some more power, we're capturin' those sons of goblins this time!"

And Thraz ran off like Drawk but a little bit of electricity cackled and chased after him as he ran, lightly zapping Zeeth along the way.

Gror chased after the two, trying to follow his uncle but he yelled, "Gror, you're part of the cannon group, follow Thraz." And Gror reluctantly turned the other way to Thraz and away from the battlefield with Zeeth and Page following along.

Zeeth prepared to fight, collecting bunches of sharp greystone and even attempting to create ice with black magic. When the ice shattered Gror finally noticed and said, "Oh, you guys don't have to fight, this is a battle for us dwarves."

"Nonsense, we would love to fight for you." Page said, smiling.

The next thing they knew, they were standing behind Thrazmuc who was fine-tuning a massive black cannon with exterior like stormy clouds a distance away from a battlefield where arrows rained down on the humans as the people tried to kill the dwarves with long swords. Thraz aimed the cannon high into the sky and pulled a long cord, the moment the entire thing was pulled out, a massive cannonball came rushing out the front with a reverberating boom.

It soared through the sky, creating an amazing archway made of yellow lightning that landed right in front of the army of people and electrocuting a few of them.

Zeeth noticed those people were instantly dragged away by some of the dwarves.

Thraz let loose another shot, but this time the shot was blocked by something and the electricity dissipated as if swallowed by something. When things finally cleared away, a man holding a magnificent light blue and steel shield was revealed from the wreckage.

The shield glowed yellow and red. He pushed the shield against a few of the strongest looking dwarves at the front and electricity shot through the shield and onto them, quickly shocking them unconscious.

Even from where they stood, they could hear the roar from his laughter as he swung the shield around proudly.

"That little troll! Swinging my brother's shield as he made it, who does he think he is?! I need more power, dammit!" Thraz yelled, angrily cranking the cannon. Suddenly, a large sword came swinging their way. It clanged against the floor, sprung up, and lodged itself in the side of the cannon, creating a gash near the back.

"GRAAH!" Thraz growled, kicking the sword away. He pulled the cord again, but this time the cannonball didn't go nearly far enough, a bunch of electricity crackling from the gash and being wasted there. He was just about to kick the cannon when Gror had finally controlled him.

"Elder, I have an idea." He said, pulling his large electric sword from his back.

Not five minutes later, Gror held his sword to the gash in the cannon and charge forward, sending electricity through it as the sword blocked any from escaping. The cannonball was able to land much further, right in the middle of the battlefield where as many people could be struck as possible.

Zeeth was antsily firing grey stones in hopes of fighting as well. He finally couldn't stand it anymore and charged down the mound. That cried after him, "don't hit the shield too hard, it's only good at absorbing magic! Physical attacks can easily break it!"

"Got it!" Page yelled back, chasing Zeeth as Gror and Thraz continued to load up and release electric cannonballs.

They arrived quickly at the battle, where the man holding the dazzling blue shield blocked and absorbed all sorts of magic and thrust it upon whatever was unfortunate enough to get too close. The dwarves were all avoiding him, all too afraid to get near the brittle shield and break it with their large weapons.

Zeeth charged in, careful not to get too close either. He charged forth with the shield at Zeeth but using a slime, he easily skidded to a stop. Releasing water to coat the ground, he was about to freeze it all when Page stopped him, "we can't freeze the ground, he could easily trip or break the shield to prevent us from having it. We need something that will get past the shield and only hurt him enough to stop him."

"What kinda special boss is that? I don't have a teleporting attack."

"Yeah...not yet," he muttered quietly.

But right as Page said that Zeeth went into another memory. He was staring at at least half a dozen masked faces carefully placing metallic things from a tray onto him. It was all out of his view, but he knew they were placing these things into his body. He felt his finger twitch, but everything else was numb.

Some vague, hazy voice said, "are you sure we should be doing this? What if we're caught?"

"Shut up, what else do you have in mind? We need to do this!" someone said back, angrily, "It's this or we all lose our jobs and money!"

"But we could be killed if we're found out!" he replied worriedly.

"Then do you want to leave and become a coffee pusher again? If you want to become stars of the world, work with us!"

The voices faded just as his vision blurred and darkened.

His body had another change added to it, it simply felt different from the last time. Looking at one of the glass walls that he knew others were staring at him from, he saw that he had grown another few years, possibly 14, and his hips were replaced. Instead of his usual skin, it was replaced by an old metallic copy. The metal barely shone and rust was beginning to take over, but it seemed his looks were barely any interest to them.

Someone said over the mic, "Start."

And his metallic hips swung apart just a bit. The sudden change made him lurch forward in agony, a sudden dull pain spreading from his hips to his stomach. He felt like throwing up everything in him but there was nothing to throw up, it felt as if his stomach was about to come forth from his mouth. But instead of stopping, the metallic hips morphed, the parts tilted forward like they were on hinges and flattened out. Looking to the glass to see his reflection, the inside of his hips were dark and empty. They were terrifying to see on himself and he felt the urge to reach inside despite every cell in his body telling him otherwise.