A pair of daggers and a huge broadsword, pitted against a glimmering azure lance, gave birth to slurs of blinding sparks. Creed eyes shook in their sockets while trying to keep the track of their agile pace.
Despite being a scout, Colt was able to hold his ground against both of them. This not only surprised Agenor and Falco, but also Creed. He never realized that Falco was this good in close combat. However, when looked closely, Creed realized that this was the demonstration of his true scouting abilities.
3 minutes into the battle, and Creed still couldn't understand what to make of the situation. Both Agenor and Falco rushed their weapons, but no matter what angle they chose, Colt could dodge nevertheless. Falco and Agenor kept trying to pin him down, but traitor was slippery as an eel.
Creed also not
Agenor has recognized the threat he possessed and finally made up his mind to bury the traitor. The ground caved inside as he vanished from his spot.Now that they both were finally on the same page, he felt he was ready for the next round. Falco rushed his dagger as well.Both of their weapons collided with his lance and created an impact that almost shattered the air. Agenor finally got serious. He knew he was too far gone, and they were already way past the point of any discussion.The intensity of the battle peaked so much, Creed felt his nerves agitated. Agenor began landing extremely decisive attacks, without the concerns for wounds on his own body.By now, he recognized the threat Colt's combat style possessed and knew that it was impossible to b
A thick mist enveloped the entire field. Creed felt as if he was inside a pool of ether. Distortion in vision, dullness of senses was the first thing he noticed. A sense of paranoia inching its way towards his mind. Others were also caught off inside the mist. Realizing that this was not something normal, Falco and Agenor immediately took out their weapons. Because of an instantaneous loss of blood, and piled up over fatigue, Colt fell unconscious. Now that he was restrained, they could get their focus away from him. Everyone felt an odd sense of dread looming over their necks as if something terrible was about to happen. Creed mumbled out loud, "I guess it's about time!" Falco blurted in a frenzy, "Wha
Creed pulled his arrow while the beast's horrifying appearance still dazed others. They all had one thing in mind right looking at the beast "A talking Malaka..." They all mumbled with grotesque expressions on their faces, "Shit! This can't be real!" With their senses going dull and eyes turning bloodshot, everything seemed unreal. Not only that, but a phantom pressure exuding out of the Malaka, forcefully pushed them to the ground. Agenor and Falco looked at the Malaka as if it was a severe anomaly that shouldn't even exist. Both of them had their heartbeats racing as if they were on a rollercoaster. This Malaka was way beyond their capabilities. The surrounding mist and malicious rhythm alone were proof of the evil glaring at them.
"You want to have fun, right?" He mumbled, his eyes turned the darkest shade of black, "Let's have fun, then...""Come Grieving Ebony Hunting Bow!"A medieval black bow appeared in his hand, glimmering with an icy glint of the night sky. This bow type Soul Armas that he got from killing the Manticore had been eating junk inside his mind palace.The reason he didn't use it before was because he wasn't as familiar with archery as he is now. Also, Creed hated the idea of using Soul Armas before gaining a genuine expertise for any weapon, not just bows.Nevertheless, this was the time to use it without holding back. This Malaka isn't just unreasonably powerful, but he is also a few kills away from his ascension.The gut-wre
Malaka rushed forward to attack the Falco, who was limping on the ground 30 meters. However, Agenor jumped forward and launched a strike at his head. The fiend saw this and jumped back. Agenor missed his attack. However, the beast grunted from agony despite avoiding his attack. "AARHRHH" Maira was standing behind him with a steel rod in his hand. It was a chain mace that she got from Falco. With the steel chain, there was also a spiked metal ball attached that was digging deep at the back of his neck. He put his hand behind his back and pulled the spiked ball in front of him to take a closed look. "THAT WAS UNEXPECTED!" Maira tried to pull the chain-mace but Malaka was
Malaka kept trying to grab one, but the other two would stop them at the last moment. After 5 minutes of constant regression, they all felt that Malaka was now starting to lose his composure. ThatThis game of three-way tag went on for 2 more minutes until they realized Malaka stopped abruptly. This time, an unmistakable hostility and annoyance were visible on his dreadful face. He took deep, heavy grunts as he looked at them. He pulled out the arrows sticking to his body.The creepy smile that he had earlier turned into a horrifying grin. A deadly aura enveloped him from all sides. The pressure that was already crushing them outside grew more intense. Creed immediately started sweating from his armpits."Fuck!" He mumbled, "He went berserk!"
In the unfathomable depth beyond the abysmal perimeter of the outer region, a forest stood silently buried with cries of the tortured souls. Somewhere deep within the forest inside, 10 people were now profusely perspiring from every pore of the skins as the heat forcefully invaded their expensive hunting Kevlar. Each of the 10 people had a scarlet-phoenix insignia carved on their fabric right above their biceps. Surprisingly, none of them were making any movements. They stood still like dumb statutes, muddled within the ghostly silence of the vicinity, gobsmacked through and through. What's even weirder was that every one of them had their eyes popping out of their sockets by the incomprehensible scene that was in front of them. The air was congested with the stench of burned wood, whereas the ground was drenched with blood and gore.
Even after Falco and Maira turned berserk, the battle wasn't going anywhere but downhill. With several bones creaking, their own bodies became the enemy.Berserk skills were not magical powers, but a way of temporary consumption of hidden potential at once. Sadly, when the body is already injured, it becomes subsequently difficult to unleash the power. Therefore, Rain knew that turning berserk was not very helpful.Agenor also saw no way out of this. Soon it would lead to the extermination of this entire party. Both Maira and Falco were already running on the clock.In just a few more minutes, they would definitely collapse to the ground. There wasn't much left for him to do except help them deal as much damage as possible. Futile, may it look, but that was the only choice left. His eyes turn red from wr