Enemy Aghas’ point of view

“So let me get this straight. You’re the leader of the mercenaries we just fought. You’ve come without any men. No armor or weapons and completely naked to broker our surrender?”

“I’ve come to negotiate what you’ll be giving me to leave this war. I’m not just going to let you go for free now that you’ve killed some of my men. You’ll have to give me every demand I ask for before I let you leave.”

I hear some of my men chuckle at him now. Almost none of them are taking him seriously except the one who was at the fight earlier. He remains dead silent, his hand clamps to his weapon with such force I can see the white of his knuckles. The naked man laughs himself and speaks again.

“Number one. I want you to get on your hands and knees and beg me to have mercy against your army. I guess while your down there you can kiss my feet as well.”

Everyone continues to laugh and he laughs along with them. In between laughing continues to rattle off demands.

“Second of all. I’m going to need you to leave all of your equipment behind when you leave as payment for attacking me. Thirdly I want all of your women to form a line and be judged by me to see if they’re worthy to be one of my wives.”

The room continues to howl in hysteria at his demands except for me and the man who seen him fight. I catch a bead of sweat roll down his chin as he gulps in fear. He speaks again while still laughing.

“I’m also going to need your king or emperor or whatever he’s called. The leader of your pissant civilization to kiss my ass. Hahaha! Also one final thing...”

He stops laughing and waits for the men to calm down as well. He waits until a few seconds after everyone stops laughing to speak again.

“I’m going to need everyone in this room to give me a body part.”

One of my men speaks up now.

“Aghas you can’t be taking this man seriously? We outnumber him and he is in the center of our base. With a single word from you he’d be dead or held prisoner.”

No… This man isn’t foolish enough to think he could just walk into the enemy base without a plan. At least that is the feeling I'm getting from him... He's so hard to read though. He has a crazy look in his eyes that could mean he is hiding an advantage or he is just crazy.

I've gained information from my spies I planted within the humans who have went to his base. All of them have spoken as if this person was a tactical genius who hated violence. He made a dragon somehow and when it crashed back down to earth he wept tears for someone who was in the accident and died. This man is completely different from my reports. He looks like he's getting frustrated and speaks again.

“I was going to try and have a chat with the leader a bit longer but it seems that he can’t control his men. I’m going to take that loud mouths tongue unless he offers a different part right now.”

The guard who spoke again seems extremely irritated. I can tell he’s about to pull his sword but I signal him it isn’t time to try and kill him. He is much more valuable as a prisoner just as he said. I wave another man away and speak to him.

“So, if I give into all of your demands you’ll let us leave then?”

“No. I know you wont accept that deal. I came to make some demands that you would never accept so when you’re pushed to the edge. When I back you into a corner. You’ll wish you took this deal no matter how insane it sounds.”

I can tell he’s not lying. He really believes everything he’s saying. This man is either a genius or a complete fool. The man I ushered away comes back with some glasses. Unfortunately for him I had him add a paralytic poison to his cup. I gesture for him to take the glass and I take mine and drink it to make him lower his guard. We will see if he’s a fool. If he drinks from that cup he is a total fool.

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Without hesitation the man drinks from it. I can’t help but let a little smile show across my face as he does. That poison is strong enough to keep even the biggest beasts we have down for an entire day. He downs the cup and tips it over his mouth drinking the last few drops that drip from it. He smashes the cup on the ground and I can see a smile form across his face now as well… That’s not a good sign.

He is… By far the most difficult person for me to read. In some ways he reminds me of the sultan. The big difference is the sultan has never made any outlandish claims as this person has. The look in his eyes when he said he was going to take a body part from each of us though. I almost shudder thinking of it. He yawns before asking.

“So how long until this poison is supposed to take affect? Something your spies might not have known. I’m completely immune to poison.”

Of course he knew my plan but to be completely immune to poison. Is he even human!? The look of surprise must show on my face because he can’t help but laugh again. I can’t understand this person at all. I can tell my guards are being pushed to their limits of how much they can take. If I can’t get this sorted out they might go against my wishes and attack him out of anger. The man sighs again and almost whispers as he slowly stands up.

“Alright. I think we’re done here.”

Before I can even register what has happened the man has moved over to the aggressive guard and has bent his arm up to his face. I can hear bones cracking as the arm is twisted into place. I don’t think his body registers what happens because he doesn’t start screeching in pain until his tongue is cut out of his mouth. He turns around and now I’m truly terrified. With the guards tongue in his mouth he chews it a little before calmly saying.

“Just love the taste of tongue. So chewy, I can chew on a tongue for a good while longer than a normal piece of meat. So… I guess I'll ask first. Any particular part you want me to take from you all? Say now or I’ll choose for you.”

The remaining guards all panic. Two go for the door and try to run and the remaining seven charge him. He ignores the seven rushing to attack the two running for the door. In a small room like this they should be able to easily surround him and pin his arms and legs making this a non issue but the naked man rushes through them as if they weren’t even there. He snaps both of the legs of the men who tried to run.

I can’t do anything but look on in terror. These are some of the strongest men in the army and they’re getting thrown around like rag dolls. He’s moving so fast it makes everyone else look like they’re moving in slow motion. It isn’t even on the category of a cat playing with a mouse. It’s like a human playing with ants. I let out a cry for help. When I do he takes it as the cue to wrap this up.

He swallows the tongue and pulls something out of his mouth. He just keeps pulling more and more of a sword out of his mouth. Soon enough a sword the size of a person is being wielded by him. He swings and cuts off all of the men still standing trying to fight him. He cuts at their legs . In a single stroke he moved the blade in and out around the mens right legs and only chopped off their left. He moves over to the two downed men who’s left legs he broke. I just now realize he intentionally injured the same leg. He speaks in a cold fashion.

“Well. It sucks it had to come to this. I really wish I could have played with you a bit more but your men needed to be taught a lesson. Soon your entire army will know that lesson as well.”

He swings his sword and cuts cleanly through the left leg of one of the injured men who tried to run.

“I would have really liked to take this slower. Maybe break one of your generals bones with just a finger if he tried to grab me but they all wanted blood. Of course a pissant country like yours would default to using force to try and solve your problems but I’m not one too judge.”

He chuckles to himself as he chops the other downed guards leg off.

“I tend to default to violence myself. Maybe once this war is over I’ll settle down but right now all I want to do is kill.”

He reaches down and rips the shirt off of one of the men. He wipes his chest and hands clean with the shirt. Then he also cleans his sword as it shrinks into a smaller form. The sword that was bigger than most great sword’s suddenly became the size of a normal short sword. Two men raise the curtain on the tent to enter it and before they can pull it all the way up they are already missing their left legs. The man laughs to himself and says.

“The men who fought me today should quit this war business and start a gang. They can call themselves the one legged bandits. HAHAHAHA!”

I can hear more men coming but only barely. The screams of the men in this room drown out most other sound. He turns to me.

“This is the end for me. I’m not going to hurt you general. That would be no fun. I’ll take everything from you. You’ll wish someone else would come take your position away as you send men to their deaths over and over again. You wont be able to sleep at night anymore. Your men will question why you were left unharmed while everyone else was injured. I’ll just take something from you so your men know I could have killed you at any point if I wished to.”

While looking at him I notice how unnatural his movements are as he moves towards me. I can’t move. I tell my legs to run but they wont budge. He slowly walks over to me and carefully undoes the buttons on my jacket. It’s strange that someone so violent is so methodical with how he is taking off my overcoat. As if hearing what I just thought he angrily rips the coat off me breaking the remaining three buttons. He doesn’t wear it normally, instead tying the arms around his neck he wears it sort of like a cloak… He’s still completely naked otherwise.

A few more of my men are now just on the opposite side of the door. He points his hand up and without chanting fire erupts from it. It destroys the structural integrity of the building and the tent starts to collapse. He gives a brief salute, one from our armies which confuses me even more and then jumps straight up. In the next moment my ears almost burst as he screams so loud it’s as if it is magically aided.

“DESPAIR FOOLS! THE LEADER OF THE MERCENARIES KITE IS DEAD! HE WAS KILLED IN THAT LAST FIGHT! UNFORTUNATELY FOR YOU ALL I’M HERE TO TAKE HIS PLACE! I’M THE GRANDSON OF GRAY THE CRIMSON! SOON YOU WILL FEAR ME AS YOU HAVE HIM! I AM NO LONGER KITE, YOU FOOLS CAN CALL YOUR DESTROYER ASH THE BLOODY!”

I can’t see him anymore. The only thing I hear now is the men trying to get in through what remains of the door. Smoke starts to become a serious hazard but I don’t think anyone is going to burn to death. I can hear the distant screams of my men being killed. I feel so weak right now. Compared to even a normal person I am weak. The sultan gave me this position because I am a good tactician but against someone like that… What do I do?