The very flexible beastman must have dodged their combined attack, but they were far from done. Aesir used his left hand after the sweeping with his sword as a fulcrum which he used to flip in the air and his left leg delivered a kick that landed on the beastman's chest. This time around, the attack made home.
Aesir was already regarded big by most, adding to the intense training that he had gotten from Bastet, his muscles were much slimmer and tighter. Not to forget that he also diverted the momentum from his slash into the kick that he just delivered, the actual result of that kick was supposed to be in the least a broken rib or two.
However, that did not happen. Although the beastman was hurt, which was apparent from the trace of blood that escaped his mouth, it was not enough to render him out of the fight just yet.
The beastman took several somersaults back. "Not bad, not bad kid. Am going to enjoy skinny you." He glared at Aesir as his hands reached for hi
"Please, spare me. I beg of you...No! NO!!!" The last beastman priest begged and screamed as he was torn to shreds. After his death, the giant cat turned to Lydia, bowed its head before disappearing. Aesir looked at the bloody mess of shredded flesh and bones Lydia had just caused and couldn't help but swallow a big ball of saliva. he made mental notes not to ever piss off this reincarnation of a hell hound.Aesir retracted his aura. He immediately felt like he was carrying a boulder of several hundred kilos instead of his body. His knees had given in to the fatigue. He was still a freshman when it came to using aura. His control of it was practically nonexistent except for activating it. He didn't even know how to turn it off when he was done. It just went off when his body could no longer sustain it. Much like a fire would once the fuel was finished.He used his sword for support and dragged himself to Lydia. "Are you okay!?" She nodded her head, but her condition sa
Tiny kept Madeline in Farna's care. The villagers and the slaves were already out of the village and hiding in a makeshift bunker Derek had built and fortified from runes. The distance of which was quite far from the village. after Keeping Madeline in safe hands, she hurried back to the village. Most of the houses had become a mess. Properties were all over the place and even the corpse of a few stubborn monopods that had not agreed to evacuate the village. They held the same values Anderson and his younger brother had. And they died for them.The Groostlang were ruthless with their purge. Even livestock left behind was not spared. Tiny hurried to where she remembered leaving Lydia and Aesir. What her eyes came in contact with only left her worried about their condition. The members of the Groostlang were in shreds. Blood and organs splattered everywhere like the messy work of an angry toddler with so much food to waste.the pools of blood came together at different co
Tiny came out of the woods and unto the battleground. What she saw welled up anger from the depths of her heart. Derek was a pitiful mess. His face was swollen at different points, his clothes tattered, his skin had severely burnt marks at different points, His left shoulder was dislocated and one of his eyes was so swollen that it was shut tightly closed. Even before her, he was still coughing out blood even though he tried to hide it.She looked at the man that had caused Derek so much pain and her fingers tightened in her fist. She could already see it in her head, the badly destroyed corpse of this idiot. "How dare you touch my... myy!... Derek?" She whispered in a low voice. Her other hand slowly removed her halberd from her back and surprisingly, she threw it on the ground. As much as using a weapon was probably the right thing to do in this case, she was more determined to break this guy's face with her fists. Besides, she was far better at it than any weapon Bastet ev
Tiny did not know what was happening again. The punches were just like duds on her body. She could feel them no longer. She could see them hit her body, but she could no longer feel her body. The only thing that she could still make sense of was the mad laughter of the cult psychopath that was before her. The moment she came, she had jumped in front of Derek to save him. Just like she had always done. It was not something she ever contemplated about, but rather something that came naturally to her. More like the instinct to eat when one was hungry. Or to smile or laugh when one was happy.Standing in front of him always made her happy. As far as she was concerned, she was his shield and she didn't mind. Love was an individual feeling. Everybody loved in their own unique way. This was how she loved. And so time and time again, she would do the work of a shield and protect him from the storms. The feeling of protection for love brought her great joy.When she came and sa
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. The moment the Bishop heard Derek's name, he panicked. He immediately took to his heels like a child scared of the mysteries of the dark. Rumours had it that the Bishop had participated in the War for salvation. Those rumours were not exactly true, neither were there false. Many, especially those lower ranked in the Grootslang did not know this, but the Grootslang was actually a force created by a 'brat' of the noble Writer families. Yes, they were and still are toys for some rich spoilt boy. Of course, that was the only option.This was the central Mesis humus. A ground for training young noble and royal Writers. Only the ignorant would believe that the Groostlang could exist without submission to a Writer in their own backyard. It was very ironic how the Grootslang preached freedom from the rule of Writers when in fact, there were ruled by one. This was a major secret in the Grootslang. One that only a selected amount of p
It is not that Derek did not want to pursue it, He was just too out of it to even move a finger. The moment the Bishop was gone, he fell face straight to the ground. He could not feel his limbs or any part of his body at all. Even the feeling of pain was foreign to his body. If only the Bishop had developed a little courage to persist and fight, Derek would have been done for. Removing the Foundational Rune sapped the remainder of any power he might have had. As his very heavy eyelids closed through tiredness and unto sleep, he could hear the screams of Tiny. But all he could think about right now was, "Water..."As she stretched, the big rusted shackles around her limbs and waist rustled noisily. "Damn it... Am so tired," Hayaa yawned some more. "We should avoid doing that as much as possible... Please." Her eyes were looking tired, worn out and sleepy. But Derek with his bombarding of questions was relentless. "What was that? How did it happen? How was the foundational rune
"No, Derek. It's not who. It's a What!?" Madeline corrected him. His frown got deeper. Madeline proceeded to explain what she meant.The story went like this. A few days ago during the very unfriendly visit of the Grootslang, all of Derek's friends had become hurt because of various circumstances. Tiny had fed Madeline some Aura pills that had helped to stabilise her condition. Madeline had suffered from the loss of aura. But that did not mean that she was out of the game. After Tiny had long gone, Madeline had woken up. Seeing that she was in the make-shift bunker and her friends were nowhere to be found, she had summoned the little drops of courage in her ocean of cowardice to go out and search for them. She had found Aesir and Lydia but no Derek and Tiny. And then there was that terrible aura that had blanketed the entire place. That aura that had turned the sunny sky into a dark cloudy day.The fear of that aura had made her ocean of cowardice bury those litt
"Fuck!" he cursed as he spat out blood from the impact of hitting a tree behind him. "Damn it! two of them?" He dodged again to the side as yet another tail struck his former position. "Three!? No." He jumped on the trucks of trees left and right, with such speed and accuracy that looked impossible for a human to achieve. He took a position up the highest tree and looked below. His eyes widened in shock. "Shit! shit!! shit!!! How are there that many? I thought we had already killed at least a dozen of them."Aesir felt depressed. The workload just multiplied. "Madeline had better give me a holiday or something when this is over." Below him were at least nine Inkanyambas. Each one struggled upon itself to get the 'delicacy' that was Aesir. He closed his eyes slightly and then his breathing suddenly changed, his stance too had changed. For a faint second, it looked like the world around him had slowed down. he leapt into the air and as he descended he opened his eyes promptly.