Angel, Demon & Prince

Chapter 4:- The First Brawl

I stopped by a store to buy a weapon for me. While looking for a weapon a sword thrown at the corner attracts me.

"I wonder how much it costs for the sword at the corner. The sword with a white hilt which is a bit rusty."

"That's an old, rusty blade; you're not expecting to find any quality steel here. Besides, there is no way this sword could cut anything, let alone even scratch something like a monster!" exclaimed the shopkeeper as he turned away from his counter with disgust.

"Hold on now, young man! Don't throw that thing out! It could still be useful in some odd ways!"

The man approaches me excitedly, holding a small book and pointing to it. He opens the cover and shows the pages inside. There are mostly sketches of strange creatures drawn by someone who has seen them firsthand. But one sketch catches my eye immediately. A monster with large claws and fangs. The picture was drawn hastily, but I can see that whoever drew this knew exactly what the creature looked like.

"This is a very valuable drawing," the man said enthusiastically, "and I know that you probably don't want it, but it might come in handy, somehow... Let you have it if you plan on leaving town!"

I look around the room again, wondering where else I could go to get information about the monsters.

I didn't know much about these creatures, but one thing is sure: they were dangerous and deadly.

When I asked the storekeeper for the sword he said I could have it for free. I grab the weapon. As soon as I touch it, my right arm begins to glow with golden light.

 I look at him confused, and then I turn back to the counter, pick up the sword and notice that it's heavier than what I thought

The sword vanishes and turns into a tattoo on my right arm. I look at myself in the mirror and see that the tattoo has a dragon design. There is something so beautiful about the tattoo that I cannot stop staring at it. It feels like the tattoo is glowing. Furthermore, I bought a mask that alters the viewer's perception.

I left the shop after purchasing the products and headed to the portal that led to heaven.

In the portal, there are a lot of people waiting for tickets to use the portal. After five hours I finally got my hand on a ticket. I moved ahead and gave the ticket to the ticket collector and the ticket collector moved me near the portal.

“The portal is overloaded and not working properly so you will get teleported to a random place near the city.” The ticket collector said.

I nod my head and walk to the portal. As soon as I walked past the portal I arrived at the forest near the capital of heaven.

As soon as I arrived, someone stabbed me in the back. As I turned back, I saw a group of armed bandits standing beside me.

As the bandit stabbed me from behind, I pushed him away.

After stepping back a few steps, I drew my sword. Even though I didn't attend the magic classes in academy due to a lack of magic, my physical abilities were the best in the class.

The bandits attacked me at the same time from all directions.

I swing my sword wildly against the bandits, but I can't land any blows on them because they are just too fast and agile for me to fight effectively. I barely manage to deflect one of their blades with my own sword, which cuts into my stomach. I stagger backward, gasping in pain.

One of the bandits pointed his crossbow at me. "Don't move," he warns.

"Who's there?" asks another bandit, standing behind him. He looks like a brawny brute that has probably been spending all day swinging a large, heavy club around.

The other bandit shakes his head. "No one here is supposed to be." He steps forward menacingly toward me.

I hold up my hands defensively. "Easy now..." I take a few hesitant steps away from the bandits. "What do we want? Gold!" I shout defiantly.

Two of the bandits laughed aloud in amusement. One of them points his crossbow at me. "There's no gold here," he says.

He fires his crossbow. But before the bolt can strike me, another bandit leaps between me and the bolt. He blocks the arrow with his shield and then stabs the bandit holding the crossbow in the chest, killing him instantly.

Another bandit rushes forward, trying to attack the dead body of the crossbowman. The bandit next to me swings at the bandit wielding the crossbow, knocking it out of his hand.

I charge forward, drawing my sword.

"Stop!" shouts one of the bandits.

Before I can reach them, another bandit tackles the body-guard.

The remaining three bandits turn their attention to me, preparing to attack.

I slash at the nearest bandit, slicing open his forearm. A quick kick knocks me back into the arms of the bandit who tackled me earlier, knocking him down onto his back.

A bandit grabs my ankle, pulling me off balance. Another bandit swings his club at me, cutting through my shoulder. My sword clatters to the ground beside me.

My head is spinning. I stumble backward, clutching at my wounded arm. The two bandits attacking me are gaining an advantage over me; I have lost my sword and my only means of defense is my bare fists.

I slip to the ground, landing awkwardly on my injured shoulder. As I fall, I lose my grip on my sword.

The bandits surround me.

"Hurry up and finish him," says one of the bandits. He reaches down to grab my hair, lifting my head so that he can aim his crossbow at my face.

I catch sight of a dagger lying on the floor nearby.

I reach for the dagger, but another bandit swipes at me with his sword, knocking the blade out of my grasp.

"Don't waste your time," says another bandit.

This bandit pounces on top of me, pinning me to the ground beneath his weight. "Nowhere to run," he laughed, pressing the crossbow against my forehead.

The other bandits laughed aloud in amusement, watching as I struggled helplessly beneath their combined weight.

I try to wriggle free, but the bandits are just too strong. I begin to panic.

The magic in my body overflows and the bandits above me are burned down by the magic healing my injuries.

The bandit holding the crossbow lowers it slightly, aiming it at my neck instead.

The bandit pulls the trigger.

I feel something sharp prick the base of my skull. I hear a dull click, followed by a soft popping sound. I look up to find that the bandit who shot me has suddenly fallen dead.

His body twitches once or twice, and then lies motionless.

I stand up. Only one bandit remains: the one who was sitting behind him.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

I nod, rubbing my head where the crossbowman had aimed the weapon. "Thanks."

"We'll get the reward," he says. "You go ahead and rest."

I don't know what to say.

I left the place after chatting with the banditAs the knight of the Royal Palace, he had to disguise himself as a bandit as a result of a secret mission.t. And if there is any help needed I can visit the Royal Knight. He said his name was Ridire.