Chapter 5: Chapter 2 The Walls Came Crumbling Down

Lyzander sprawled completely spent on the cobbles of the well-illuminated town square. He glanced at his wife-pair scrambling to their feet under the moonlight, hurriedly pulling their ceremonial dresses on over the head. Once they were finished, they both reached down to grasp each of Lyzander’s arms, the tattoos on his forearms no longer illuminated with light after their dalliance. He could perfectly anticipate their movement but he allowed them to pull him naked to his feet. Merelith collected his discarded tunic while Daeliel grabbed his trousers and ceremonial shoes.

They urgently shoved the clothes into his chest, causing him to involuntarily grab them as he drowsily took stock of his surroundings. He became jarringly aware of the enthusiastic sound of a mob roused into a frenzy quickly drawing closer behind him. The girls paused in their escape, simultaneously glancing back at him standing there dumbly, their panicked expressions defying their earlier exhibitionist actions.

“Don’t just stand there, idiot! Gryanth can’t hold them back anymore. They’re coming for us!” Daeliel exclaimed, turning to take a step towards him before Merelith caught her at the elbow.

“Forget about him, he seems to be out of his mind. We’re just that good, huh?” Merelith urged with a smug expression, her eyes lit up with satisfaction as she glanced past Lyzander to stare at the riot they had invoked.

Daeliel hesitated for a moment before her expression became deadpan her eyes going cold. She nodded at Merelith and the pair quickly fled, breaking Lyzander from his delirium. He looked down at the now dormant tattoos on his exposed forearms, his mind replaying the intimate moments of their entangled bodies from minutes beforehand.

He looked at the crowd and saw Gryath throwing countless bodies to the cobbles that passed too close. But he was no longer able to stem back the tide and it didn’t matter how many people he dropped, countless more would make it into the opening. Lyzander looked down at the bundle of clothes in his hand and became aware of his nakedness.

I have two options, I can follow Daeliel and Merelith to what will likely be a life of misery. Or, I can finally take charge of my own life and take the other escape route…

Haha, was there ever really any choice? Right, it is!

Lyzander laughed aloud and began to sprint through the crowd, taking the opportunity to trip a few at the head of the mob as he dodged through them. Curses resounded behind him as he madly dashed buck naked from the town square with his ceremonial attire bundled in his hands. Magical streetlights illuminated his path as he ran with reckless abandon. After navigating to the first intersection, he chanced upon his discarded marriage cap. He stooped down to scoop it up while running passed, angry Halflings hot on his heels.

It seems that they’ve retained some reason to chase me and leave the girls alone. I could smell alcohol on the breath of a few of them who got too close, this lot must be the husbands that passed the festivities drinking in the tavern.

He glanced over his shoulder to confirm his suspicions. A lot of the drunks sat on the ground where he had tripped them but none followed the girls, they all wanted his blood for stealing the beauty's virtue in full view of everyone. And with the throuple gone, the crowd no longer tangled with Gryanth and just milled around the square instead.

Gryanth seemed to feel his gaze, spinning to meet it. His battered and bloodied face contorted with murderous fury, immediately sprinting in his direction. He moved with speed belying his huge frame as he quickly passed the stragglers and quickly closed the distance between them.

“Fuck, I forgot that miserable bastard was an Attuned and I just fucked his sister in full view of the entire town. He’s going to kill me if he catches me!” Lyzander cursed, his voice laced with panic. He fumbled through the bundle in his arms, uncovering his arcane focus. He grabbed the smoking pipe and turned to confront the beast of a man getting closer. “I only have one shot to disable his mana focus.”

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I don’t know if any Gods are listening but if you are, please don’t let me miss. This focus never works properly because I have yet to get the materials to properly repair it.

Lzyander closed his eyes and held the arcane pipe to his brow as he silently prayed. He gathered mana from every corner of his body to the tool in his hand, holding it up to point at the behemoth of a Halfling hurtling towards him. He directed the mana with more precision than ever before in the entirety of his life.

He carefully traced the relevant arcane symbols in the air. His movements grew increasingly confident as he saw the runes lingering with unfaltering light. He completed his spell with a victorious shout, spilling the bundle in his arms to the ground. Gryanth’s gaze shifted from the wand in Lyzander’s hand to the wand on proud display between his legs.

If it was possible, Gryanth’s face grew even darker and his pace increased. Lyzander wasted no more time, he carefully anticipated the large Halfling’s location and aimed his antique focus at the pendant bouncing erratically around his neck. The booming sound of thunder resounded through the empty streets, causing bedroom lights to flicker on at random houses in the neighbourhood.

Lyzander pushed down the feeling of embarrassment at his exposed private parts and steadily maintained his position. A lacklustre ball of light the size of a bead haphazardly drifted forward. Gryanth slowed to a stop and turned his head to watch the tiny light impotently float passed his face in bewilderment. It settled onto the gothic-style windowsill of an unlit building, fading into the stonework. Gryanth faced back at Lyzander while loosening his shoulders.

Lyzander involuntarily retreated a step without moving his eyes, his eyes wide in fright. Gryanth’s footsteps slowed in his approach, his face twisting with eagerness to inflict pain.

“This is going to be expensive,” Lyzander muttered, running his palm over his face with a frustrated expression.

“What did you say?” Gryanth replied in confusion. He was still a reasonable distance away next to the brick-and-mortar wall. They were in one of the more expensive neighbourhoods in Hazelhaven due to its proximity to the central business district.

“I said, this is going to be expensive!” Lyzander shouted back in annoyance, bracing his hands on his hips, the posture of a man completely unintimidated by the brute.

Lyzander’s nonchalant attitude caused Gryanth to pause. He finally noticed the subtle sound of stone cracking behind him. He tentatively turned and his eyes grew round as attempted to flee in panic. He was too late, the wall had eroded to a point it was no longer able to support its own weight. It collapsed atop the Attuned, burying Gryanth underneath.

A sleepy newlywed Halfing throuple stood completely unclothed on the intact wooden second floor. Lyzander met the husband’s gaze as he also stood entirely naked on the street. The suspense was broken by the two recent brides glancing down at Lyzander’s impressive manhood and back at their groom’s. The wife-pair shared a glance before glancing down with a giggle. The husband jealously glared at his wife-pair and involuntarily compared himself to Lyzander, quickly covering himself up with one hand cupped over top.

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