They overpowered the knights trying to secure the castle and fell to their blades, most of them cowardly retreating. The vurhans continued their orchestra, by then the whole city had awoken and some started to flee. Tyndale pulled on the cords of his sleeves, soaking in the etches on his sleeve. He blasted colossal clods of energy that exploded on impact, blowing off whatever was near it. Most delegates fell victim to it. The army swarmed into the castle. Thomas Milner fought them off alongside Alexander Xermia and Sigrid Hermon. Julius Aldeim was up against Jrue Deryleen, but he was the first of the twelve family leaders to fall to Deryleen's blade. His arrows were no match for his tempo. He dodged them handily, at long last he ran a blade through his throat and off he went, off to the dead. Arthur Callusios was up against Tyndale. Brute strength against brute strength. He managed to land a hit on the tyrant, using all his martial arts skills to weave and bend himself to make the b
Dai raked the cover of the book and pulled out the dagger. Holding it firmly under his grip he clenched Drom’s arm when he began walking away. “You're not going anywhere!” “What's gotten into you?! Stop this!” At the exact moment Harmel violently pushed open the doors, a monk from the Forgotten Temples of South Angus was beside him, panting his lungs out. “DROM! It's URGENT!” Harmel shouted, taking a moment to cup his knees with his palms. The monk jumped in and carried on where Harmel left off. With the last word slipping through the cracks of his teeth along came a ghostly radiation. Drom was overcome by a sudden burst of vigor, his broken ribs searched for their severed parts and wound themselves together. His scissored knee reshaped and reverted, allowing him to bend his leg again. Within moments he was back to his old self again, perhaps better. “Now, the link has chosen you to be one of the people who should witness the truth, just as he chose us.” “Truth?!” Drom said, st
Alicia appeared to have transformed into a tree, and when Daito's reprimanding session began, she vanished. She joined in on the lecture and took Daito's hand, tired of being an assumption. "Actually, it wasn't his fault; I was there, and the knight guards were about to attack me, so he jumped in and stopped them." Lora noticed the foreign voice and returned her gaze to Daito, knowing it was something he did often. 'Wait, who's that?' Lora pondered this. She had been completely oblivious to Alicia's presence for the whole time. "Wait, who are you again?" she asked. "My name is Alicia," Alicia replied. Lora and Slejj shared uncomfortable glances. "Don't look at me!" Slejj replied, in response to Lora's strange expressions, "Well, she knows about the weapons trade, the deity, and Daito... pretty much everything," Slejj replied. "So who is she again?" Lora inquired once more. Alicia suspected she was going to be at odds with her from the start. "I just said my name is Alic
“Lisa already treated her hands with healing magic. So in about three days, they will be as good as new.” She added on. Daito remembered the hug from those bandaged arms Lora gave him before taking off for headquarters. He felt nothing but guilt under those arms, and nothing seemed to be taking his mind off of it. He chortled softly, continuing to sway his cup. “What's so funny..” she asked. “... Nothing, well maybe you.” “Huh? Me...” “I mean you came here to take me back to Royal republic yet three weeks later you are still here. You do know after this you might wake up one morning and find out we vanished again” “Well...the only reason I stayed was because of the vurhans, and the villagers. Though they are stupid and annoying as you they still needed to be protected. And as long as I’m a state guard and have the power to help people I will.” “... If you know what's good for you, you better stop hanging around us.” “Look. The only thing I hate, well I mean other than you are
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 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
He turned to the others and shouted as loud as he could, "everybody, hold on to something!" he stomped the ceramic tiling and tightened the tendons in his arms, screaming at the top of his lungs he had no intentions of masking his effort. It took a moment before the floor begun overturning, lifting the floor of the building up and tilting the room towards the doors. He had a form of Earth magic where he could manipulate the physical structure of something without breaking its integrity. The humongous table begun sliding towards the doors, smashing through whatever was on its way, the undead knights were still at the entrance so they had nowhere to hide. The heavy steel banquet table rammed into them, tossing them outside the castle, what was left of the army was manageable, and Sigrid Hermon got straight to work, slicing whatever was left of the army, but another wave was approaching. "We have to retreat, there's too much of them!" he shouted back. As the fighting went on the other
Tyndale spoke the truth. To some degree, he had become weaker. It was as if the Heads knew how powerful he was so they sought to suppress his power as a precautionary measure in case he broke free of the slave emblem and went after them.He picked out the vurhan and forced him to the ground with a shoulder tackle to its abdomen. Its injured leg couldn’t support its weight so it went down easily.“I've grown tired of you!”Tyndale said, lifting a fist and driving it into the creature’s face, bludgeoning it in with powerful strikes. Daito swung a kick, aiming for Tyndale's head, but he was pushed back with a strong energy wave. Tyndale picked up the shield he used earlier. Grabbing it by its sides, he drove it down with immense force, bashing the creature’s throat. Its windpipe could be heard cracking from afar as breathing became difficult. It finally stopped moving.“This has gotten boring for me. I thought you would be a worthy adversary. It turns out I was wrong!”Tyndale got up an
"Vurhans no longer live in that place, but if I return there, it would clearly break its terms and continue attacking people, which I cannot have. That is why I fled and will not return until all of the vurhans beyond these walls have died. That completes my sad heroic tale!" Alicia was speechless; the story was too unbelievable for her to believe, yet she did. "You may trust me or not, child, but the truth is the truth. You won't have to worry about me once I've eliminated all the vurhans; I'll turn myself in." Alicia was pitiful in Slejj's case, selling his body to an unseen malevolent life and leaving his own home in order to save and defend the people who hate him with all their might. People who made great sacrifices for the common good were viewed unfairly by the world. The world rewarded his motives by stripping him of the one thing that made him human, his spirit, for what the first king ever did was to preserve mankind, both the Gifted and the normals. Slejj was now in th