The Worst Kobold Chapter 27: Chapter 22 - Swinging a Kobold by the Tail

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Another magical snake-like appendage burrowed out of the floor to Prince Alexander’s left. There were several of them, wiggling like worms in the dirt after a fresh rain. But still he didn’t let up his assault. He could hear random commotion muffled behind the fallen ceiling. Screams, pleas to gods. He was getting a half-picture of what was going on just a few scant feet in front of him. But impossibly far thanks to the impromptu barricade. He poured all his mana in himself to enhance his strength and speed, thankful he had taken a maul as his weapon today. The blunt weapon turned the stone to fine dust as he struck with a fury. He raised his hand back again, and leapt back as another arm from the Wishing Stone came through the rubble. It missed him, but it ran across this metal weapon. He was left with only four inches of handle, only for the tendril to recede. It left a gorgeous glass vase filled with a bouquet of summer flowers. The aroma of honeysuckle hit his nose as he let out a yell of frustration. “Father!” he shouted at the small hole he had made in the pile of broken stones. On the other end of the tunnel was a scene of horror. Hundreds of tendrils snaked in and out, consuming all to make prizes that would never be claimed. And even those were reabsorbed to make more trinkets. But each time, some of the matter was lost to the creation process, making an ever widening hole. And it was expanding, growing faster. Prince Alexander realized then, there was no hope. He had to escape now, though turning around? He realized again, it was too late for him. More of those accursed magical arms were tearing up the tunnel behind him, littering the ground with exotic wares. “Blast it, blast it all to…” and that was when he was eaten in one bite. Fluke had blasted through the rubble as if it was wet paper. He saw a random human in front of him, not even registering who he was. It was all happening so fast. He had no time to stop, so he did the only thing he could to protect this random individual. He opened his mouth, took the armored human in, and snapped his jaw shut. Prince Alexander let out a rather high-pitched scream that would sound more at home coming from a pre-pubescent girl howling at a random bug. He had been taken completely off guard, not that he could have done much to defend himself. He thrashed as thick drool washed over him, and hot breath from the creature’s throat choked his lungs. He fought to get his footing, but the massive tongue he was sitting on kept him. After several seconds of impotent flailing, he realized where he was, and more importantly? The dragon, Fluke, wasn’t chewing. Much to his great surprise and even greater delight. “Fluke?!” He shouted, and was rewarded with a thick gob of dragon spit sliding in his mouth. The dragon didn’t answer. He was still tearing down the tunnel at top speed. The arms whipped across his scales like whips of pain, making him stumble and wince with each blow. He knew he couldn’t falter, but the landscape was being torn up faster and faster. Suddenly, the ground collapsed under him as a large section of earth disappeared, only to be replaced by a two-story brick and mortar bakery with a hand-painted sign cheerful labeling it as ‘Muffet’s Bakery’ and had a cute little purple spider toy dangling from it. Fluke jumped to the roof, and pushed off with all his might, right after the ceiling began to collapse around him. The fort was long gone now. Thousand of glowing arms waved back and forth, in an ever expanding circle. They dug deep into the earth, plowing up vast swaths of lands and causing more dirt to fall into the every widening hole. Whole trees were devoured in heartbeats. Hills started to collapse as an untold number of the Wishing Stone’s arms snaked through them. And all the while, more and more of the treasure’s appeared. Fluke burst out of the mass of glowing magic. The tentacles ungulates under him, still trying to consume whatever they could reach. He threw h