Chapter 11: Onto the Sunflower

Larson summons a roar from the pits of his stomach, raising his silver sword at the hurling ball of violet light. It pierced the light into a million pieces. The shock wave traveled from the tip of his sword down to his arm. A prism of dark colors resulted from the explosion.

His balance wavered, far worse than that of a drunken man. The fairies shot different shades of violet light at him, but his sword deflected the attack. They turned the passing birds into stone before breaking like glass mid-flight.

Like flies pestering a dining table, Larson slapped the flying creatures with his weapon. Another beam of light and Larson rolled to the side. It struck his leg. Rotating like a wheel, the fairies blasted a flurry of tiny orbs. They exploded on Larson’s body. Red splashed onto the floor.