“Just fucking move!” Antela yelled.

Some…a bit of time had passed. This was Noah’s new companion, Amanda; and she was a bit of a character.

“Why should I?” The hunter seemed equally pissed off, blocking the cave entrance.

“Noah, fucking do something!”

Noah sighed. How fun was this little fucking play.

Antela didn’t have a hunter’s card. No card; no entry. This was a simple and known rule, yet Antela was ‘too busy’ to get a hunter’s card and told Noah she would ‘easily get in anyway’.

“If I attack him, I lose my card. Then, neither of us have one”

Punch.

‘Fucking idiot’ Noah cursed, Antela’s fist digging into the hunter’s cheek.

His coworker drew a sword, Noah facepalming as he envisioned how this would play out.

Sighing, Noah unsheathed the big bastard sword from his left hip, inwardly punching air before engaging with the other hunter.

Groans could be heard as Antela pummeled the hunter that had been rubbing her the wrong way for the whole ten minute argument, ever since he’d refused her entry for a very valid reason.

Clash.

Metal struck metal.

‘There goes my hunter’s card, for fuck’s sake’

With elegance, Noah struck the opponent’s sword, pushing the blade to the side, opening space for him to kick the poor bastard with the force of Ford-F40. Seeing the hunter nearly throw up as his knees started falling to the ground, Noah thought that’d likely leave a mark on him.

“I’m sorry,” he said before glaring at Antela, who stood kicking the knocked hunter.

‘How long has he been out…’

“Let’s go,” Antela spoke like a commander leading her troops.

“Yes, my lady,” Noah shook his head. The audacity of this bitch to act like she had some kind of power after forcing him to batter a poor guy just trying to do his job.

She didn’t even look sorry at all.

“Ever the gentleman,” Antela said with an angelic voice, brutally betrayed by her vicious ‘I’ll cut you up into little pieces and feed you to the pigs’ look.

‘Please don’t’

The cave walls were lined with tones of hooked up torches, set up by poor hunters like the ones they’d just pointlessly bullied. Still, at least they could go ahead and get exploring. It was unlikely they’d be found by the group the guild would most-definitely send after them since a lot of the cave was unexplored.

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That was great, as long as the unexplored part of the cave system didn’t have some sort of huge fucking dragon lurking about in there.

But why would there ever be a dragon in an underground cave?

“What the actual living fuck!”

There was, in fact, a big-bollocked dragon lurking in the cave. At least this one didn’t breath fire, but instead crushed hunters beneath its feet and chewed on them with the same force of eight Ford F-40’s crashing into you from either side.

“Noah, get it together” Antela yelled.

Noah threw a look, seeing her hand quite obviously quivering, and fair enough since there was a big fucking hungry dragon staring down at her.

‘Let’s hope it’s vegetarian,’

Noah spotted the littered skeletons across the big cave expanse for the first time.

‘I don’t think it’s vegetarian’

Roar.

From what he could tell, the dragon was either hungry or mad, either way, they were royally fucked. You know, people were knighted after killing dragons; like they become nobles and entered high-society. Even the haughty nobles that spat in commoners’ food would acknowledge them.

But, even if they did make it out alive, Noah and Antela were not getting knighted.

“What the hell do we do?” Antela yelled.

“Maybe stop yelling and start fighting,” Noah nodded in approval of his own comment. “I’ll start hacking at it, you go for the eyes”

Despite Noah’s distaste for some of Antela’s less-than-noble actions, and complete dishonourable method of fighting, he couldn’t deny she was a ice-cold killer with some very real sword skills.

Also, she had this cool trick where she could light her sword on fire; I think they’re called magic knights or magic swordsmen.

Noah charged with full conviction in his abilities. This was a man who was ready to do anything to win, including castrating a dragon.

However, that was a last resort, respect as a fellow male.

Leaping up with incredible height, Noah flung his left wrist out at the dragon’s eye, detaching his middle finger which he’d just transfigured into a bone blade, then hastefully shifting his focus back to carving up a dragon.

He’d paid a pretty penny for this sword, all for its incredible sharpness. The seller said it was enchanted by one of the country’s best, whether that was a sales ploy or an actual fact, Noah would find out.

If he wasn’t reduced to a pancake, the seller was telling the truth.

The bone blade pierced the eye, blinding and bewildering the dragon, allowing Antela to go ahead and aim for the other eye, hopefully going further with her flame sword and cooking up some dragon brain.

Noah could only hope, slashing through dragon flesh, using his own weight to leave a huge wound on the huge bastard.

‘To think a weapons seller was honest’

Noah found that more shocking than the fact they might just kill a dragon.

Antela dashed from the dragon’s snout, flying sword-first like an arrow, the blade ablaze. The scruffy clothes she wore were bathed in dragon blood as she dashed through the eye, causing a firework to go off as the eye popped.

With the wounds sustained, the little old dragon was doomed, whether they pierced the brain or not.

“Arghhack…ack…a”

The dragon’s roars grew fainter and fainter as blood started streaming out its snout. It looked like a cocaine line gone wrong, or maybe right for some people; can’t judge a masochist, until they start clamping bit’s off.

‘Seems like the poison kicked in’

Noah smiled, looking at his pricey blade.

Thud.