Chapter 24 Sneak Peek! - Stormweaver II (Patreon)

Gonna try to get two chapters out this week to catch up from that hole in July! No promises! But we are gonna catch up!

Enjoy!

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Catcher felt himself go flying as the wind was knocked from him, felt himself go rocketing back and slightly up as the Repulsion ballooned in an invisible dome from around Boone. He had just enough sense to focus all his being on holding onto Arthus’ sword, fortunately, grabbing the weapon’s handle stubbornly even as his armored calves caught the lip of the closesest of the rusty conveyer belts. His backwards momentum suddenly turned into a whipping spin, and if he’d had the breath too Catcher knew he probably would have yelped—or squealed more like, if he was being honest with himself—as he found him turning end over end.

Fortunately, his momentary experience as a human top was brief.

Unfortunately, it was only brief because a second conveyer belt cut his flight short as his left shoulder crashed into it at what felt like Mach 2.

As he crumpled to the ground, Catcher knew the limb was “broken” even before his NOED informed him as much as red text in the combat log he kept in the top left of his frame. He gasped—half as his lungs demanded air and half out of the pain that washed up his arm—but the blessing of the loss was that he hadn’t hit is head. His neuorline was still fully function, his focus and vision clearing in record time.

It was the only reason he managed to register Boone leaping over the first belt and charging Catcher, the flat of the Phalanx’s damaged shield angled to crush him against the metal props of the second conveyer at his back.

Oh this is gonna suck SO much, was all Catcher managed to think as he shoved himself up with his good hand—still balled in a tight grip around Artus’ handle—and threw himself out of the way just in time.

The was a massive crunch metal as Boone hit the rusted belt, but Catcher barely heard it. He was too busy gritting his teeth as he rolled and twisted, the move sending a wave of pain from his shattered shoulder that nearly brought him right back down to his knees again. Just the same, he came up with his sword before him, left arm dangling limply but ultimately still in the fight.

At least for now.