He used his magic and stopped her. The men began running with some fools drawing their weapons to kill her.
“RUN YOU IDIOTS”
She broke out of his magic, and sliced another man's stomach, leaving his bowels exposed. She cut through a sword soaring at her and stabbed into the head of the disgusting human that dared to attack her.
She cleared some distance with a few steps and killed more. Father Daniel stopped her once again.
“Stop, you fool, you'll kill them all!” He shouted, nearly in tears. These men were his path to getting out of this mess alive and brothers in the same faith. To die in combat is one thing but for them to die in such an unnecessary manner nearly broke the priest's spirits. So many had already died at the adventurer's hands, these men were all the followers he had left, and he knew were still alive.
He grabbed her head and tried to turn her face around. “HIM, ATTAC- attack him?”
He looked behind. All that was left of the boy's presence was only a trail of blood that turned into a nearby corner.
When did he leave? When she ripped a head off? Or when he took his focus off him...
His attention to the blood trail was a costly mistake. Several moments after he took his eyes off her, he heard more screaming coming from behind.
He turned around to see more of his men becoming cadavers. He hesitated when he felt his legs weaken.
“Already?” He looked at his hands in distraught. He could feel those two uses of his magic had taken a sizable hit out of his mana.
She grabbed one of his men by the legs and slammed him into a wall with a sickening slam. The individual smashings of meat and especially bone were heard and both were prominent in their differences.
His eyes were bloodshot as he looked on.
“This is ridiculous!” He stated before finally attacking. The chain was swung towards her and she caught it the moment the blade came into her vision.
He ran towards her and stopped her one more time before trying to end this. “YOU MINDLESS BEAST, I SHALL NOT ALLOW YOU DESTROY MY CHURCH!”
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He delivered several punches to her body but it was like punching a brick wall. She regained her movement and slapped him back. His damage prior was too much. He landed on his back and by the flickering light of the torch on the now bloody floor, was forced to watch every last man he brought down here get slaughtered, sometimes quick, sometimes slow. Death would eventually come for all of them.
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He sat on the floor and watched as the woman approached him. She paid the small boy no mind and headed on her way.
“Haha. I see my Lord. Ha, my life did come at a cost. All that I've worked for was the price of living another day. I see. I see. I see. This is logical after all. You were doing me a favour. My men would have been a hindrance when it came down to it. It's entirely reasonable to take them away at this moment they'd be at their most worthless.”
He got up and slowly approached the woman walking away. He wrapped his arms around her. She paid no mind to him as his legs dragged along the floor.
“I thank you!” He stated with gritted teeth. “I thank you for relieving me of this burden. I THANK YOU FOR DELIVERING OUR LORD'S PUNISHMENT!” He shouted as headbutted her back.
She stopped and pushed him off, clearly annoyed.
He got on his knees and kneeled in her direction as she walked away. “THANK YOU, THANK YOU. WITH YOU ALL I NEED IS MORE. YOU SHALL BE MY ARMY. I SEE NOW WHAT I MUST DO NOW LORD!!”
He slammed his head into the floor as she walked away into the darkness. He reached into his pocket and… how strange? Did he really finish the cubes he had on him?
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Kevin managed to find a torch. He sat against the wall, in a room hidden away in the dungeon. He wasted no time ripping his shirt apart with his hands, to use as makeshift gauze.
He was empty. There were no fumes left and if that woman appeared once more, he was finished. Hopefully, these things he swiped from the pocket of the priest would be useful.
“I don't have much choice now, do I?” He said to himself. His eyes labelled them blue. They were obviously a consumable given their size in addition to the fact they didn't change colour when he brought them to his mouth.
He was struggling to stay awake and started to nod off when he stopped moving.
He put the cubes into his mouth and bit on them with all the strength he had left. For something meant for consumption, they were surprisingly tough. But if it could save his life, it didn't matter if he got a chipped tooth or two.
It took a few minutes but he felt energy come back to him. He slowly got back to his feet and began walking.
“Well, I can stand.” He disappointedly commented.
The wounds on his body still pained him and the damage he took to his internals made every breath a chore.
He crushed one of the cubes with his torch and rubbed it on his wound. The pain eased and the bleeding stopped but this was on the lower end of the spectrum of what he thought it could be.
“So these guys have mildly useful medicine. After hearing about that guy Ezekiel fought, I was sorta expecting more.”
He limped along the hallways of the third floor, still injured but able to move, going to the destination his eyes led him.