Outnumbered and outgunned, Draven gritted his teeth and sat down for now, as the thugs observed him like vultures locking their sights on its feeble prey.
Draven scanned his surroundings, mentally marking the bouncers hidden within the crowd.
The man opposite of him, leaned out of the purple neon light. Under the flickering club lights, streaks of red lights fell on his white hat and leopard print, silk shirt, unbuttoned, showed the shimmering, thick gold chain on his muscular chest, underneath his white blazer. Pairs of gold burnished rings, sparkling on his fillet fingers.
He smirked, resting a hand on his chin, said "I am Misty Eyes, leader of the Night Raiders" speaking from a seat of arrogance and dominance.
Draven focused his sight, coldly said "So, what do want from me?"
Misty Eyes said "Nothing... by the way boy is that the way to talk to your executor..." narrowed his fierce eyes, hinting his serious threat.
Draven grunted; hi
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Just when time clocks in, the bell rings, the students sighed, after a stertorous maths test. Draven leisurely strolled to the cafeteria, totally unaffected like his peers. He whistled, with his hands folded behind his head. 'Hmm. What will I get? Passing grade, maybe five out of twenty or a zero.' Walking by his side, one of his classmates asked "Hey Draven, do you know the answer to question no. three?" Draven replied "Sorry, mate. I don't!" Hien said "What? If you don't know then..." Draven said "Nah. If I don't know, it doesn't mean that nobody knows? Someone must have gotten it right!" "Yeah, maybe." Dejected, Hien replied, since just like Draven, he was also outcasted by his classmates. While they walked, Hien left his side, and sat alone on the loser’s section, full of low levels. Even though Draven was a weakling, he refused to associate with them, for it was an insult to his self-esteem.
Cyclists sprinted through the streets, Draven leaned against the street lamp, near the bus stand. He synced an earbud to his com, suspiciously his eyes darted for eavesdroppers. He dialled a number. It beeped until; the person answered. "Hello" said a coarse voice. Draven said "Hello Tony, I want to take a week off!" Tony replied "Why?" Draven said. "Something has come up!" "Where are you going?" Vaguely, he responded "Home. Friend's home" Tony said "Well whatever, just get back soon!" "And..." Draven arched an eyebrow "And?" Tony blurted "Hahah... don't forget to beat your stinking ass. Haha!" "Yeah, yeah." Still breathing on laughing gas, Tony said “Kid, call me when you get back! Oh, and send me a picture of your busted..." Draven's mouth twitched; he ended the call. Vernon chuckled at the fate of his greedy host. A minute later, Draven put his camper bag around
While hiding, Draven fidgeted, his fingers tapped the blades of grass. He suggested "Can we just go down?" Karisa said "What if they are thieves?" Draven smirked. "If they are, I will just pound them." "How can you be so... thick headed? You could get killed!" Draven slyly said "How about we make a bet? 1000 bucks that I can make it back here in one piece!" Karisa exclaimed "Are you out of you mind?" "No, just an opportunist. And no, I never planned on leaving you! Then wouldn't you feel lonely, without me" Draven winked. Her face darkened, gritting her teeth. "Fine. Go do what you want! I don't care anymore!" Shamelessly, Draven asked "And the bet?" "Take your stinking money" she said, throwing a cube worth thousands of credits. "Thank you, Bye babe!" Draven chuckled and the moment he stood up; a hand grabbed his arm. Shocked, he said "Hey, what...?" Her clutched hands trembled; emotions flicker
After Draven conversed with Vernon. "Excuse me, Malcolm. Can I take a chance?" Malcolm turned to the voice; brows pinched his forehead. He said "Draven, are you sure, you want to fight two tier 2 beasts all by yourself?" finding it absurd, a silent chuckle escaped his lips. "Yeah, I want to see how far I can go!" Draven replied. "Don't you know it is dangerous?" Malcolm said. "I don't think so!" Draven shrugged his shoulders. "What do you guys think?" Malcolm said, aiming to coerce him to a safer path. Tracy stuttered "Uh, I think... Draven is right only... if" clutching her pants. Picking up where Tracy left off, Karisa said "I also agree with Tracy! That we should go with him and hunt them. I am sick and tired of hunting only tier one beasts." Malcolm pensively held his chin, said "Okay. And you Liam?" Liam answered "I don't know. But I think Draven might be strong enough to handle them." "Isab
Silently they travelled with full minds, still in disbelief. Even with the evidence of his domineering slaughter in their storage bags. Draven leisurely strolled ahead, like he was taking a field trip. Tracy mouth opened and closed, she said "Draven, are you sure you don't want them?" "Hmm... Yes, there is nothing I can do with them. I already got their cores!" Draven said, glancing the tablet in his hand. "Uh... Don't you know their parts are still valuable, we can trade them for credits or some tools or make a weapon out of their claws." Internally Draven scoffed, why would he want a tier 2 beast weapon when he has a tier 7 sword. Draven replied "No. I don't need them. You can have them!" "Are are you sure?" Tracy said, concealing the delight in her almond eyes. "Yes. I can always hunt some more. Or maybe a better one, like a tier three or four?" Draven said, adding a layer of humbleness to cloak his desire of hunting a tier 7 beast.
While Draven was within the beastly plant, it drilled itself deep into the earth. Draven scrutinized his surroundings. Half immersed in water, his hands mindlessly touched the top, his eyes twitched in the dark, touching the slimy walls. “Yuck” He flicked his hand. *poof* Unable to comprehend, he tried again, his flame just wouldn't ignite, he blankly stared. Suddenly, he started hurling curses, punching and kicking the walls. "THERE IS NO F***ING WAY!” “THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING? AHHHH” “IT IS JUST A STUPID PLANT! WHY CAN’T I BREAK OUT OF THIS?" he shouted, wildly swinging his fists. *Thud* *Thud* Small tentacles slithered from the bottom, and in a snap, they wrapped around his limbs, binding him in one spot. It stretched his arms apart, he moaned in pain. “Owwh, Ahhh” Bitter expression overrun his face, he shouted "Vernon, any advice?" "You could
The wolves on their hind legs, got ready to pounce, others at the side, swiped their claws, throwing blue claws, they swished through the air. Draven dashed to the right, and swiftly flickered his whip, negated their attacks The fire on the whip burned with a higher intensity, raising the temperature. The moment they went closer, Draven swiped his whip, the wolf growled as the whip seared its fur. The beast kept running forward through the flame. For the first time Draven realized the difference between a demonic beast and a normal one. It was resilient. Normal beasts would back out in fear after suffering an attack but they didn't back down and wouldn't stop until their target was terminated. Changing tactics, he created a dome of fire around him and slowly spread, pushing the beasts back. As he took this time to recover, he shot spears of flames from the dome, killing a wolf while the others dodged. Draven fell on his knees, feeling the sudden drop
A second later, Draven appeared in front of a dazed Tracy, she frantically dug the ground with a shovel, make a hole deep enough to bury a man. Unaware of his presence, she kept digging and perspiring as the sun beaten down her fair complexion into a sweaty pink. Above, Draven clutched his chest, welled up with fuzzy emotions, a puzzled expression hung his sober face. 'Why? Why is she doing this? I am nobody to her so why?' He wanted to shout and tell her to stop, a lump stuck on his throat. After blankly staring at her for few seconds, rationality dawned him. He teleported to a bolder a mile away, and walked, a giant bird attacked him. In a flash, he flicked his blade out and twisted his body backwards, cutting off the birds’ talons, they dropped on the floor. It screeched in anger and dived down; his beak parted shooting yellow energy balls. Draven sidestepped and avoided the attacks. Once the bird was close enough, he pulled his whip