A Bored Lich
"Screw magic, I want to learn how to do cool flips and stuff." Magic is awesome, until you've studied it for centuries. Doevm reincarnates into a human to experience the path of a fighter to its fullest and swears not to rely on magic. There is only one problem, a goddess stands in his way. She pits him against both the hero and the villain for all of eternity. How will he escape this, with magic or his fists? Maybe both? -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------(Sorry about the spacing. Webnovel doesn't let me use enter) Winner of contest #110. I upload three chapters a week. Each chapter has word count around 1000+.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Link to my discord: https://discord.gg/tHaceja ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While I am an experienced writer, I do make mistakes. Don't be afraid to say you don't understand something or point out an error in grammar. I read all comments. There are naturally some things I won't say. For example, if some says there's an inconsistency and I don't address it, it's probably there for a reason.
Radiant Burst
Olpi jammed the poisoned needle between Owen's ribs and ran, trying not to stumble over her feet as she kicked up heaps of heavy snow. The antidote within her grasp, she needed only make it over to Frey. Looking over her shoulder, she saw a flash of copper life essence, then felt a tremendous pressure skim off her delicate shoulder blade.
Trees, snow, and sky all blurred together; She spun through the air, crashing into a world of white, blinding pain. She coughed and wheezed, her body practically convulsing. The wind had been knocked out of her. 'If I had taken that head on…' her thoughts cut off as she gasped for air. 'Frey's supposed to fight against him?'
She gritted her teeth and pushed herself upright to see Owen on his knees, slowly turning his focus from the needle in his side to the one who had put it there. It was as if she could see the little reason he had left drain from his face, which darkened with mal-intent.