He let go of Daito and reached for the laces on his chest that were holding the cloak in place. He tore down the knot and released the cloak allowing him to get back on his feet. Jericho spat out the cloth and leaped towards the tyrant, its mouth wide open showcasing razor-sharp teeth. As he neared the Tyrant, a hard circular object stuck into its mouth, its teeth tore deep into the object’s metallic surface and got stuck. As Jericho looked down he noticed a shield sticking out of its mouth. Tyndale had managed to pick up one lying close to him and pushed it into its mouth. Unaware, Jericho was caught off guard with a boot to the face. The kick was aimed at the shield. Tyndale pushed out the shield with his kick so violently that it broke the teeth submerged into the metal. As the shield rolled on the mud with the teeth sticking out of it, Jericho shrieked in pain. Daito finally came to, getting to his feet just in time before the blast shot the Vurhan's entire face off. He charged
It took him a while to realize what was going on. “...oh, I understand now. You never intended to engage me in a fistfight because you know I would win. So you decided to poison me with your blade! Very very intelligent of you. That is why I made you my lieutenant.” “Shut up you old fool! Your time has come to an end here!” Jrue said, wheezing after every word. Tyndale’s body completely shut down. He fell frozen to the ground, unable to move a single muscle. Jrue crawled up to him and yanked out a small dagger from the top of his shoe. “A paralytic Poison. I see I taught you well my son…” “Don’t you ever dare call me that again!” He picked up his right arm and slit his wrist across, doing the same to his left hand. Jrue wanted him to suffer. He wanted him to bleed to death knowing that he was powerless, unable to do anything about it and save himself. He left him outside and limped back into the house. All the soldiers guarding the house had evacuated, deployed to handle the upr
A network of black veins sprouted from the mutation at the middle of the dark scar, stretching through his whole chest. The veins weren't normal; they were totally dark, and they swallowed any ray of light that came close to them, making it seem as though there was none there at all. "That's what you get for doing a bargain with the devil!" "What is that?" asked Alicia, intrigued. Slejj buttoned his top once more. "That is what holds the vurhans out, at least in North Angus. I made a shady deal...with a deity." "You mean a god?" "There is a distinction between a god and a deity. Who would be so naive as to pray to those worthless brats when all they do is neglect us? During the Vurhanil War, I tried naming them Arekin and Arni. They didn't even bother to listen to us. I'm not sure if it was a positive or bad thing that we called them, but something must have heard us. It was heinous. It had no face, none, and just conscience, unlike a god. It was just a cloud-like black mass swi
“Well, he’s pretty much what he used to be before you left, always a smile on his face, always wanting to help everyone. He’s practically the definition of the nicest most positive person you'll ever meet. Though he did change for a while after you died, I mean you get what I’m saying. He didn't turn out to be like his father that's for sure.” “..So, he sent you to find me.” “Despite everyone telling him you are gone he still had hoped you were out there somewhere. He knew you were too stubborn to give up on life that easily, so he didn't give up on you. He has been searching for you for six years! I wish I had a friend like that.” “That damn oaf!” Daito said, crowning it off with his signature chuckle. Alicia secretly eyed his smile, his slightly curved smile. It was beautiful, and his expression was heartfelt. It was then that she knew Daito wanted to go back to his friend, he wanted to return home so badly and meet his best friend, no, his brother. But she also saw the sadness t
emales, that is our code as ordered by our mistress Lady Melo." "Fine! Give me the crossbow," he grabbed one of the ladies' crossbows and shot an arrow that ripped through Alicia's stomach. As they dissipated, in all the pain and anguish Alicia threw one last look at Daito, and she was met with black cold-blooded eyes that stared back at her with no remorse as she cried her pain out loud. She was left for dead, bleeding out. IN THE CASTLE Lady Melo chased after Lisa "Hey! Little girl, hold on!" Soon after she caught up with her she saw her bent on one of the cells, trying to shake someone to wake. "Grandpa... grandpa wake up, we have to go! Grandpa," She tried to wake him, rocking him back and forth. She sniffled quietly, tears threatening to spill, building up under his eyelids. A heavy sob escaped her and she covered her face with her tiny trembling hands. Lady Melo was heartbroken, she started regretting why she signed up for this anyways. It was against everything she stood
This futile attempt of yours to slow me down is not working! I am no mere mortal.” Jrue tried to speak through his crushed throat but he could not utter a single word. His mouth was still bleeding and his ribs were aching with unbearable pain. Tyndale tried to lift his leg but somehow he had lost a feel for his legs and arms. It took him a while to realize what was going on. “...oh, I understand now. You never intended to engage me in a fistfight because you know I would win. So you decided to poison me with your blade! Very very intelligent of you. That is why I made you my lieutenant.” “Shut up you old fool! Your time has come to an end here!” Jrue said, wheezing after every word. Tyndale’s body completely shut down. He fell frozen to the ground, unable to move a single muscle. Jrue crawled up to him and yanked out a small dagger from the top of his shoe. “A paralytic Poison. I see I taught you well my son…” “Don’t you ever dare call me that again!” He picked up his right ar
His furry boots stomped Lora’s guts relentlessly. She was almost passing out from the unbearable pain. Jrue managed to regain his balance and picked up one of his blades. Lora knew he was going to turn his attention towards his brother and prevent him from recovering. She clung to his left leg and disrupted his attack, giving Jrue just enough time to engage. Tyndale looked down and saw Lora wrapped around his leg, and for a slight second, he had his guard down, exposing a small window of opportunity for Jrue to manage an attack. He reacted a moment too late, and the arm he lifted to serve as a shield was incised with the blade deeply. Jrue tried to add weight to the blade to deepen the puncture and render his arm unusable, but the other free arm reached out, his neck was caught in a strangle, and the man’s fingers dug deep into his throat. Lora was catapulted into the air and as she was floating above the room’s floor her brother collided with her. They came crashing down hard. At t
Lora was catapulted into the air and as she was floating above the room’s floor her brother collided with her. They came crashing down hard. At that point she could feel her shoulder was out of place, perhaps it was dislocated. Ladzgery looked down at the gushing wound on his forearm and smiled. Nobody knew what was going on inside that sadistic mind of his, but the results of his thoughts weren’t generally known to be good things. He walked back to the candelabra and picked up a glass of mead he was drinking earlier on and poured it over the wound. Lora tried her best to get up, but she could not even see a few feet further from where she was. Her right eye was completely swollen, blurring her vision. Her ribs were aching with every breathe, she was sure a couple had fractured under the immense force of the hit she took earlier on. Jrue on the other hand seemed to be in better shape than her, despite receiving a thrashing worse than hers. He was the first one to his feet. As she t