A New Military Force

Back in Faelor, Richard had just annihilated another of the reaper squadrons before falling headfirst to the ground. He panted endlessly, lacking the will to force himself back up. Nasia walked towards him and kicked his rear, “Get up and drink your potions, you still need to melt this scrap metal so we can go kill the next batch!”

He remained motionless on the ground, refusing to move as he struggled to lift his hand and stretch it out, “Five minutes! Please, even three is enough!”

“I’m not giving you one. Get up, or I’m stabbing you!” she said as she poked his butt with the tip of her longsword. While Richard’s skin was tough, it parted immediately and started leaking drops of blood.

When he still didn’t move, she dropped all hints of friendliness. Pulsing with killing intent, she pulled her sword back...