"DO SOMETHING YOU NITWIT!! YOU'RE A SWORDMAN FOR GOD SAKE!" shout Chiel to Leon who managed to sprint himself to the relative safety (of being not first smashed, grounded, and eaten) .

  "Look lady, THAT THING were A HUNDRED FEET TALL , my sword were definitely NOT BUILT to cut that THING! And if my memory served me right, it is YOU who said and I quote "What a weird looking rock, let's poke it with stick!""

  "Well it's not my fault!! I don't know that--"

  "Let's the past regret of your lifetime reminded within my say! Shackled your feet with their depth-dragging heave! SLOW!!" Shout Evel frantically, it's a miracle he managed to outrun the monstrosity, considering his very serious walking speed problem --and cast the SLOW when running, nonetheless-- all thanks to the prepared empowered haste he prepared beforehand.

  "UUURGH..."

  "IT'S WORKING!!"

  "AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHH!"

  "IT'S NOT WORKING!"

  "It's too big, my spell couldn't affect it!"

  "Water seeps yourself to the domain of the land; lavish the gritted earth with your calming wave; sluggish the path of the becoming; so my enemy may slow and I could running! QUAGMIRE!"

  "Urrghhhh...."

  "Great job Mia!!" shout Chiel happily.

  "Chiel! Do that!"

  "What? That? You meant that Big THAT? No Way!"

  "Look Chiel, Quagmire could only affect a little part of the land, the being would back to it's original speed once it pass the quagmire. We had to cut it's leg. So it couldn't chase us anymore."

  "No!!"

  "Look, the monster were emerging from the swamp!"

  "We could still outrun it!! No!"

  "Chiel!"

  "NO!"

  "...."

  "IT'S OUT FROM THE SWAMP!" Shout Leon.

  "Staff hear your duty! Encore the last spell! QUAGMIRE!"

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  There were a saying that all aspiring merchant must knew by heart, when they applying for membership in the merchant guild.

  Some things were more important than money

  Corollary : Most thing were not more important than money

  That saying were the holy grail of most merchant in the world. Including Chiel, of course. However, currently, within her current situation of no magical speed booster. Facing a gigantic monstrosity that could kill her with one step of it's foot. She facing herself with the most heartbreaking predicament; the first clause; some things were more important than money.

  Her (and to lesser extent.. her teammates) life.

  Afterall no money could be made if you were dead right?

  Right?

  ....

  There were a spell, a magic of certain kind, that a merchant should never used. Unless they're desperate. Super desperate. Like Super absolutely desperate; the kind that you wouldn't even able to self yourself (and your wares) even with a group of meat shield (read: mercenary) protecting you.

  "Silver..... Copper..... Go..ld. Heard my poor wrecked pouch; blast my enemy to dust with your might; with a sobbing tear of the lost wealth; for I valued my >>life<< and the money that would came with it than the greed of copper more!!"

  Tears could be seen in Chiel's face. As half her gold coin, handful of her silver coin, and hundreds of her copper coin, floating and swirling crazily creating a fast rotating disk.

  Then suddenly a bright yellow bolt shot to the creature leg.

  CRAACK.

  THUD!

  The creature collapsed.

  "You guys..." said Chiel threateningly.

  "ARE SO PAYING ME BACK!!"