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.
Dragon Hoard
Tut pulled his blade away from Frey's throat, although his cautious gaze lingered. He cleared his throat: "Men, return to your business. I'll handle this."
In a single flourish, the members of Dragon Hoard turned on their heels, sheathed their blades, and marched back to their work, looking as though nothing had happened.
Doevm and Frey exchanged a look. As stupid as Frey could be, even he could recognize when men held their leader with respect. It was an instinct that both Jameson and Wade had beaten into him. It seemed to irk him all the same time, his expression inexplicably darkening.
"I'm sorry Chieftain. He's weirdly strong," Junior said in between gasps for air. He remained on the ground, inching away from Doevm.
Tut looked down at his fallen soldier with a mix of emotions. His tattoos emphasized his upturned lips, yet there was no malice. "Get off your ass. As punishment, you are to remain at your post until we finish up here."