The Wizard and the Warlord (The Wardstone Trilogy Book Three) by M. R. Mathias Page B

reared its head up and tried to chug Phen down its throat. Oarly, inebriated or not, wasn’t about to let that happen. He was far too fond of the lad to allow it. He darted out from the wall and ran right up under the serpent, then took a massive hacking swing at the beast’s neck. He felt the axe bite deep and had to roll back against his momentum to pull the blade free.
    The monster hissed through its half-open maw, spraying blood in a mist across the cavern wall. Oarly shuddered, hoping it wasn’t Phen’s blood. With a roar, he brought the axe back around and finished his chop. A piece of the serpent’s neck, a chunk shaped like a wedge of fruit, fell to the floor. Oarly had to run under the creature’s head as it turned to attack him. He saw Phen’s legs hanging out of its mouth. They were drenched in blood. He went into a rage at the sight and tore into the serpent’s side with a berserker’s frenzy. His axe went back and forth, slicing deep gouges into the foul-smelling monster. Suddenly the thing lurched and sprayed a gout of blood across the cavern. Then it wormed sideways and pressed Oarly tight against the wall with its side. In a fury of its own it dropped Phen into the sea pool with a plop then turned its attention on its attacker.
    Oarly froze in wide-eyed terror as the beast held its big viper-like head up over him. A long, flickering, black tongue preceded the rank fishy spray of slimy, bloody breath.
    “Bah, your breath smells like a fish-house trash barrel,” Oarly spat through his fear. Then he closed his eyes and said a prayer. “Doon save me from this foul creature. I uh, uh, uh...”
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    Phen righted himself. Thankfully he’d landed in the part of the pool that was only waist deep. He immediately saw Oarly’s predicament and charged up out of the water, racing through the words of the first spell that came to mind. He put his hands out above the serpent’s scaly body as a lightning bolt erupted through them. He felt the dragon’s tear at his neck once again add its power to the flow. For a long moment, he heard Oarly sputter with the jolts. “Uh, uh, uh, uh...”
    Phen stepped up even closer, while beneath his hands the serpent took the brunt of the damage. No sooner had the spell ended than the creature darted its head into the larger of the tunnels and began squirming down the passage as quickly as it could.
    Oarly fell away from the wall, still jittering from the power of the spell. His mop of hair was smoking slightly, and he howled out wildly. The serpent was almost down the shaft when Oarly rolled up like an acrobat and brought his axe down. He cleaved what was remaining in the main cavern from the beast’s tail.
    “Haw,” Oarly said, pointing to the seven feet of glowing serpent curling and uncurling on the cavern floor. “I cut the fargin serpent in half, I did!”
    Phen cast his light spell, and Oarly looked at him crazily. Both of them were drenched in disgusting spew.
    “Aye.” Phen cringed at his wild-looking friend. He wasn’t about to argue with that. “Now let us be on our way before the other half comes back. The tide turned a while ago. I think I can wade us out of here.”
    Oarly hurried over to the boat and untied it. He climbed in, looking at the large tunnel with a mixture of fear and bravado on his gore-covered face. A few moments later they were working their way out of the Serpent’s Eye cavern. Around them a storm was raging violently. It was all Phen could do to climb the rocky shore and tumble himself into the boat. His great weight kept the craft glued to the sea as gale force winds carried them into the darkness. It wasn’t long before all memories of the serpent and the emerald were cast aside so they could concentrate on the one thing they had to do to keep Phen from sinking to the bottom of the sea. Frantically, they bailed and bailed and bailed.
    When that was done they bailed some more.

Chapter 7
    Phen woke to an insistent tugging at his leg.