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B3 Ch52: Deprogrammed
🕑 Added 2023-09-19 05:09:18 +0000 UTC"Brix! What—"
Arthur was cut off as the newly released brown dragon roared in rage and took a swipe towards Brixaby. He had, Arthur noted, extremely long claws.
Also, it said something for how singularly angry the brown was that he didn't even hesitate after instantly—from his point of view—going from night to day, and facing a dragon roughly the size of a cat to one the size of a small horse.
"My card... give me my rider's card..." the brown growled, yet managed it in a lyrical cadence.
Brixaby might be larger than he had been before, but he still had amazing, almost supernatural maneuverability. A quick buzz of his wings took him into the air and kept him just out of reach of the angry brown's claws.
"What are you waiting for?" Brixaby yelled back down at Arthur. "Use your mental shield skill!"
Oh. Of course.
Chiding himself for being too stunned to react, Arthur reached for the skill. It was easy—he'd done it dozens of times that day already.
Unfortunately, using it made no immediate difference to the brown. He was still very much trying to kill Brixaby, sing-screaming, "Give me back my rider's card... his card... his card..."
What was going on? Why was this dragon still under the Mind Singer's influence?
Maybe he was so angry about the card he might have been trying to kill Brixaby in any case. Dragons were protective over their riders.
"Brix! Give him back—" Arthur had to quickly duck as the brown whipped around, its tail swiping over his head with the force of a whip. "Give him back the card! He might be more reasonable!"
"Or he might attack me with Earth magic," Brixaby yelled back, still effortlessly ducking swipes. "I should just consume the card, and then fight back."
That caused a bellow of rage and despair from the other dragon.
Arthur straightened. This had gone on long enough. "Don't be cruel. Do you even want an earth power?"
Brixaby gave a put-upon sigh as if he wasn't currently dodging back and forth with claws missing him by inches. "I suppose not."
"Give it to me," Arthur said.
Brixaby glanced back over his shoulder at him dubiously, but with a loop that took him over the brown's next swipe, he doubled back and bolted over to Arthur using a Sprint skill.
Arthur extended his arm and the Common card dropped from Brixaby to land neatly in his grasp.
“I hope you know what you're doing,” Brixaby muttered as he flew over him.
Honestly, so did Arthur. The only thing he knew for sure was that either the Mind Singer had her metaphorical claws dug in so deep that his skill couldn't break the brown out, or she had used a different technique for him and his group instead of the main battle group. The latter seemed more likely.
That meant Arthur needed another way to reach the true dragon inside.
But he wasn't going to be stupid about it.
The brown dragon let out a roar that literally shook the earth and made the pebbles dance around Arthur’s feet. He charged forward, giving every indication he was about to squish Arthur and take the card back.
So Arthur grabbed a pair of scissors from his Personal Space and shoved the card between the blades, ready to snap down.
The brown skidded to a stop, horror writ large on his face.
“I've never cut a card in half before,” Arthur said, almost conversationally. “I don't think it will be easy—they are magic. But I happen to have advanced levels in a tailoring skill, including one called The Perfect Snip. I think I can manage.”
The brown said something so garbled that Arthur couldn't understand. White froth had collected on the corners of his mouth and dribbled down his jaw. His eyes were rolling and looked insane, but all of his focus was on Arthur.
Finally, he managed to collect himself a little and muttered out, “My card… Return my rider's card…”
“Iwill,” Arthur said. “But first you have to answer some questions. Where is your rider?” Part of him wanted to ask about the Mind Singer—not that anybody had been able to answer that so far. He had to start small.
The brown dragon made a frustrated sound. “He's at home—at the hive—he's—“ The dragons trailed off, then briefly looked confused before anger once again reasserted itself in his gaze.
“If he's at your hive, then why do we have his card?”
“You took it from me,” the brown growled. His words were fierce and deep… But for once there wasn’t any hint of a lyric in it.
Arthur’s next impulse was to ask why the brown dragon had the card, then. But a sudden hunch made him try another tack. “Tell me about him. Tell me about your rider.”
Brixaby, who was hovering nearby, snorted. “Why do you want to know about a Common rider? He can't join our retinues.”
Irritably, Arthur waved him off. That wasn't helpful.
"Mine is the best rider," the brown said defensively to Brixaby. “He loves the earth just as much as I do. He doesn’t care that I’m only a Common with a basic, useless card. He picked me out from my hive's nursery out of dozens of browns, and I would do anything for him. And when she came…” He stopped, cocking his head as if puzzled.
“She?” Arthur asked. “The Mind Singer?”
Mentioning her name had been a mistake. The brown's eyes clouded again, and he looked at Brixaby with pure hatred. “We have to kill you, or else she… She… She will…” But again, he stumbled to a stop.
“What did she tell you?” Arthur asked.
“To kill the black dragon,” the brown snarled. “Our lives would be forfeit, but our riders… Our riders would be free…”
Brixaby hovered lower. He didn’t say anything, but he watched the brown dragon, his expression troubled.
“Then why,” Arthur asked, "do you have his card?”
“Stefan gave it to me—straight from his heart. He told me to use it to do what she said and to come back to him…”
Arthur felt his heart clench at the story, but Brixaby had another take.
He puffed up, daring to fly right in front of the other dragon's nose. “Well, you failed to kill me, so what are you going to do to save your rider? Surely, you don't intend to serve the one who captured him? A scourgeling?”
“I... if I bring her your core cards I...” The light in the brown’s eyes briefly flared, but he didn't finish. The brown dragon shook his head ponderously back and forth as if confused. “I don't want to serve a scourgeling. She... She's a scourgeling?”
“The antithesis of dragon kind,” Brixaby confirmed. “And you’re helping her.”
“She put you and your friends under a spell. Do you remember attacking us last night?” Arthur asked, stepping forward. “Do you think that you would normally another hive—a Legendary dragon if you were in your right mind?”
“I don't even fight normally,” the brown said, looking at his long claws. He seemed at that moment very lost.
Arthur felt that they were on the verge of a breakthrough. “What's your name?”
“Digger.”
Which was the most brown dragon name for a brown Arthur had ever heard of, but it fit this dragon completely. He had an unusually short neck and powerful limbs—just the type one would think would be at home close to the earth.
“And your friends? The other dragons last night?” Arthur asked, taking a chance. “Who were they?”
Sure enough, the brown picked up on his wording. "Were?”
“You remember last night,” Arthur repeated calmly.
New skill gained: Deprogramming (Mind Healing Class)
Due to the Master of Body Enhancement’s bonuses, you automatically start this skill at level 13.
Arthur blinked in surprise. Deprogramming. What an odd phrase, and yet he understood its meaning completely: To break the hold or sway of someone who had been charmed. And the class was interesting. He felt that it was a borderline skill, as close to mind magic as his mental shield skill.
The brown shuddered from the tip of his nose all the way down to the tip of his tail. “Their names -are—were--Blood-Dew, Vivi, and Charling. They came with me. They... We attacked you,” he said, in dawning realization, blinking and looking at Arthur and Brixaby. “You killed them.” Then, with a flash of teeth and a bit more anger, he repeated, "You killed them.”
Brixaby snorted without any pity. “The little red dragon poisoned herself with a Legendary Level card, but not before killing one of mydragons. On the orders of a scourgeling.” If he were human, he would have spit to the side.
Suddenly, Digger’s eyes were clear. He snarled, flexing his claws. “A scourgeling has my rider,” Then he looked at Arthur, “And you still have his card.”
“I was just keeping it for you, just until you felt more like yourself.” Out of sheer politeness, Arthur hadn't read the card. But, as he extended his hand to return it, he just so happened to flip the face of it his way.
Stone Skin
Common
Body Enhancement
The wielder of this card we'll have access to the stone skin body enhancement which will harden the outer layer of skin to that of the consistency of basic granite. However, this will not impact the wielders flexibility Or agility. This card may be used for one hour per 24 hour rolling basis. There is no mana cost.
Arthur wished that there was some way he could keep the card for himself, but he didn't think Digger would appreciate that.
There was always a second option. If Brixabyt could request dragons to join their retinue, he could as well.
Digger plucked the card out of Arthur's hand with surprising dexterity considering the length of his claws. He let out a sigh as he added it back to his secondary core.
“Tell me what you remember,” Arthur said.
Again, the dragon shuddered.
“Stefan and I were out in the fields, plowing a new field. He'd built his carddeck around farming. I don't like vegetables much, but the animals that eat the vegetables are tasty.” Now that he wasn't murderously angry or under the Mind Singer's spell, Digger spoke in a slow, rolling cadence. It was easy to imagine this dragon linked to a farmer. “I heard the music on the wind and thought it was kind of pretty at first. We paused to listen. We thought there might be a festival. But then the music started to speak to me, and I had no choice—I had to listen. I had to obey.” Another shudder. “I don't know why she picked me for the job to attack you. Some people were able to sort of fight it—I think Stefan was one. I don't know why. He didn't have a mind card.”
“Arthur once fought off the Mind Singer, back when I was in an egg,” Brixaby added, proudly.
Digger eyed him for a moment, but then nodded.
“Did she say what her plans are?” Arthur asked.
“No, she didn't share her thoughts with us. Only orders.” He paused. “But there was something funny going on with the hatching grounds. I remember she sent all the nesting mothers out—some were able to fight her. As you know, dragon mothers can be vicious.” His lip curled upward to show teeth in the dragon version of an appreciative smile. Though, like Brixaby, he didn't seem too concerned about the eggs.
“Her dragons went after the hatching grounds here,” Arthur said. He looked at Brixaby. “Do you think that could be related?”
Brixaby shrugged. So did Digger.
“I may be only a common,” Digger said, “but my rider needs me. If you plan to go after this scourgeling, I want to join you. And if you don't—I'm going to go after her anyway.”
“Well, I hope you're ready to fight soon,” Brixaby said, unconcerned. He had turned back to look at the hive. “My second in command, Joy, has returned. And she looks angry enough to kill.”
Comments
Tommy
Getting a tad tired of Arthur often being dazed and then remembering / realising he had to do something: in this chapter it was using the mind magic card (even though it didn’t work) Loving the way brix is growing!
darkmuch
I’m surprised he didn’t try to get that in his side deck real quick. Seems likely to unlock a skill before he returns it
FossilWreckers
I bet the Mind Singer bonds to a White Dragon
Pannath
I'm glad Arthur is finally using his mental resistance skills like I've been shouting for him to do with every interaction of someone under the mindsinger's control... Shadow would probably be alive if he had done so earlier.
