easier if she were mad at him.
He turned back to Grundel , who hadn’t said anything. He was with them, and a part of the group, but he didn’t know them before all of this. He was smart to stay out of it. “Grundel, are you ready for this?”
“As ready as I’m gonna be. How are we going to fight all of them?”
“We aren’t. I will kill them all. All you need to do is make sure none of them get close to me. I will be concentrating on big groups. If I miss one or two it will be up to you to keep them off of me. Can you do that?”
Anwar sounded dark. It was unsettling. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this Anwar. The Anwar he had known was a light -hearted, loving person. This one was going to kill tens of thousands of goblins and he seemed like he was going to enjoy it. Not that he should feel bad about it, but Anwar had always seemed to hold life so valuable. “I’ll keep them away.” What else could he say?
Anwar grabbed Grundel’s arm and teleported them. Grundel stumbled when they reached their destination. The first time being teleported could be disorienting, especially when you weren’t expecting it. But Anwar couldn’t worry about that. He looked around and saw that the biggest group was now between him and the wall. There were over a thousand goblins between him and the main gate. He had once made a wall of fire when fighting to save Ambar. He released his magic and brought up a one-hundred-foot-wide version of that wall of fire. He pushed that wall forward with his magic and watched as it worked.
Grundel watched as a huge wall of fame twice his height and maybe a hundred feet wide appeared in front of him and started moving toward the city. He heard the dying cries of hundreds of goblins and the screams of fear of hundreds more. The smell of burning flesh filled the air. He couldn’t have imagined anything like it. His stomach started to retch but he fought it down. He had a job to do. He looked around. He would keep the goblins away from Anwar.
Anwar was watching his wall work. He was finally feeling the pull of magic again. It was terrifying and intoxicating at the same time. It was so much power. No one should have this much power. The pull wasn’t that great. He could do so much more. If he used all of his power he would probably destroy the world , or at least the part of it he knew. It was a disturbing thought. Then he realized his wall of fire was almost to the city wall and he wasn’t controlling it. He had been careless. The wall had come so easily he had neglected it. He pushed out with his magic and extinguished it. He had to concentrate on what he was doing. If he hadn’t stopped it that wall would have continued right through the city, burning everything in its path. In front of him lay more than a thousand dead goblins. More were running around on fire. They were dead already; their bodies just hadn’t figured it out yet. The goblins had broken through the gate. More were going over the wall. The ones to the left were all running away around the wall. To his right some were running toward him, and others away from him. That was the biggest group. He created another wall of fire, angling it toward the corner of the wall. He maintained control of this one. He watched as his wall of fire burned another two thousand goblins alive. As the edge of the fire neared the city wall, he extinguished half of the wall. The other half continued on burning down the goblins rushing to get around the city wall. When it overtook all of the goblins who had not made it around the corner he extinguished it.
When he turned around , he saw Grundel releasing his axe. It blew through ten or twelve goblins who were rushing toward them. He watched as Grundel guided the axe through the air with a magical connection. It tumbled end over end, back and forth, taking another six goblins before returning to him.
Anwar had made those two double -bladed axes for Grundel. Well, actually Grizzle and Grundel had