Hate brother of fear
A being who has awakened his hate is unstoppable, But a terrifyid one is untouchable.
Shock and fear are not related the least, shock gets strong men killed but fear is what allows little saplings withstand mighty storms.
To a achieve fear you need to be wishlesly happy and then all one has is threatened to be taken away.
Your life, your gold, your health, your family.
All off it held over fire and its up to you to put out the fire.
A hateful man destroys any wall infront of him.
A fearful man is the wall.
-The only surviving member of a thieves guild
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I never was really anything.
I just followed the leader and just lazed around, maybe go out of the way of arachnids but I never needed to do anything.
I was happy, all I could ask for, I was feed, I was sheltered and protected.
And now?
I look at the being with the aura of hate with fear in my stomach.
All I have, all I want, all I ever will have, gone.
Eaten by the same flames we started, we danced around the fire and now we're burning.
My teeth clattered, my mind froze and my body moved.
There's absolutely nothing in my head no hesitation no thoughts of consequences no thoughts for myself.
Before I know it I stood infront of him, his face filled with hate mine with fear. Yet I stand and hold my ground, I am afraid of what happens if he is allowed to make the first move, and without me knowing it I moved.
Before he could take a stance I swung at him with my right, as expected he didn't flinch. As response he punched me in the gut and it hurt like hell, but I can't show weakness.
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My chitting cracked and my eyes bulged but I still moved. Two of my claws piercing his throat.
Hah, he only has two minutes left.
He put his hands together and hit me in the side. I was sent flying, my left side obliterated to the point it will take three times of shedding to recover. But I did my part.
I look and now see the leader be in a stand off with the hateful one, my fear replaced with something I can't describe.
This feeling in my chest, what is it? It's warm, I like feeling, oh. It's pride. Pride that I fought in battle, pride that I greatly contributed to the swarm.Pride in the strength that let me do it.
Pride in me.
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Meanwhile
I ducked under the punch the elf threw and then doged to the side, predicted the incoming kick. I'm not trying to kill him, I'm just stalling for time.
His throat is already pierced and with every movement his bleeding worsens but I'm not sure if that helps. Hate isn't something that obeys the laws of life and death, atleast his moves are easy to predict.
His next punch hits me on the side of my head, proving me wrong, and the whole world spinned. Next thing I know I was laying on a branch with my jaw missing, dam.
Thinker told me I can regrow body parts, I will kill him if he lied.
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Meanwhile
25
25 seconds until his hate should be done eating his soul.
To bad I'm no fighter.
I'm a scholar not a fighter for gods sake, the worst thing I felt in my past life was food poisoning. But this guy can literally rip out my guts.
Hate can last up to months but by his aura I can tell that he mostly hates himself. His body is acting on instinct.
He probably is the reason she was there to begin with that's why none of us died yet. He is to blame and he knows it, after all would you hate a bush for growing poisonous berry's or would you hate the reason why the berry's were eaten.
And I'm already down.
20 seconds left.
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Meanwhile
After the inferior strider was thrown to the side Me and Mallia charge at the elf from two directions. He stretched out both of his arms and with flat hands stopped the two of us.
Then his hand gripped deep into my stomach and I could feel him trying to lift me off the ground, I planned ahead with the other arachnids and focused on wounding him even more.
I ripped out a good chunk of his chest and before I could know what happened I was flying towards Mallia and we both tumbled an impressive distance.
And then the other arachnids came.
With each swing of his arms an arachnid was sent flying and they would always have cracks and dents in their chitting. But for every arachnid he was hurt more and more.
This kept going.
Then he let out a primal roar and simply fell over, we won.
From the forest Komutzu came and approached the corpse of the demon. Just now I realise how hurt he is. Almost his whole body is fine but his jaw is missing and everything below his eyes is crippled.
As he stood on top of it he ripped out the head and held it high. The arachnids hissed and screeched in celebration but I stayed silent.
He plucked out the eyes, was he going to eat them? In his state?
He then approached the strider who was first to jump into action, before him, before us.
He offered the nameless strider the two eyes. He probably wanted to refuse but before he could say anything Komutzu already stuffed them in his mouth.
And then with a broken hiss from whatever is left from his mouth and tapping on the back of his hand he said this:
"As the first to jump into battle I will name you Ergyök, keep your pride burning."