Just before they were about to fight, a ringing tune began to play. Everyone turned to glare in the direction of the sound and Mylos stood in the limelight. He was calm, holding his sword with a single hand and picking up the smartphone in his pocket with the other.
He answered the call and at that moment, the church dogs charged like madmen. He turned to face the building behind him, spinning around and dodging the arrows that were fired at him as he listened to the familiar voice scream, “Hello, Uncle!”
Mylos twirled around and parried the sword of the leading group, observing the unmoved Hero suspiciously as he leapt back, “Hello. How are you?” he made a rotating spin to the side, parrying the blades from a woman dressed in white and gold, her eyes gleamed with blood lust.
“I am fine, Uncle!” the voice on the other end shouted, and he sighed. He stepped back, dodging a few arrows with his brows knitted. Exempting the hero, he counted five armoured paladins. Three were short-range while the last two were archers using a custom bow.
“Guns would have been easier to deal with…” he murmured to himself as he ran, golden arrows chasing after him at high speeds. He looked around, calmly waiting for his minions to recover, “I will not be glad if you do not give a tangible reason for this call.” He turned and deflected the arrows.
“You see some men from the church came to our house today and daddy spilled all the details of our encounter…” — go figure — “and I decided to warn you!” Listening to her, Mylos hissed. She was genuinely worried and he hoped he could tell correctly over the phone, but it was too late.
He heaved calmly, staggering back and halting with his head bowed. His senses burst out into an intense frenzy and he lifted his head to parry the onslaught of blade attacks. His defence was solid to a point of near perfection and he showed this by deflecting all the attacks effortlessly.
“My name is Baxter, and I will carry out the will of God!” the man before him battled like he had gone mad, his attacks wild and unpredictable. His blade would collapse from a vicious angle, shifting and linking into the next attack in a vicious combo. The technique was flawless, but—
Mylos grinned, stepping forward and flipping his phone into the air. In that instance, he parried a few more strike then he thrust forward with his left hand, channelling chaos energy into the attack. It was a blur of movement as his palm tore through the armour, piecing flesh and bone in a blink.
Blood was spurted from the wound as Mylos’ hand was driven through Baxter, protruding from his back and Mylos caught his phone mid-fall with his teeth, listening to Karen speak, “Are you okay, Uncle? The people that showed up here were quite strong, and there was a Hero among them!”
He dragged out his hand from Baxter’s chest and as the body fell he swung his blade, offing the head in a second. The others watched as the man collapsed to the ground dead — in shock. After it was registered in their heads, all except the Hero charged forward like blind fools.
Mylos maintained his grin, “Attack!” and in the next instance that expression was mimicked by all the other demons in the vicinity. They turned in the paladins’ direction and charged forth wildly. The paladins engaged the demon and at that same moment, a window burst into a million fragments.
Alissa leapt out the window headfirst while Aysla and Lisa followed. The Hero turned to stare at the trio, and his brows twitched seeing the codecs extend from behind Lisa mid-air. He stood calmly, watching as they landed on the ground and charged towards him simultaneously!
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“I see that they all have a death wish?” he raised a brow, then folded his hands calmly. His aura exploded to consume the atmosphere, a golden halo emanating around him as he voice his thought coldly, his eyes gleaming in a bright golden glow, “and I shall fulfil it.”
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This was crazy! Karen screamed in her head as she ran down the crowded street. Men in black chased after her but with her small frame hidden in the crowd, she was difficult to notice. They just pushed their way through the crowd, searching for her.
She bolted into a restaurant, stumbling to the wooden floors then rolling to her feet. Everyone in the area turned to looked at her, their brows furrowed in confusion. She was confused as well, until a bottle of bear caught her eyes on the counter. She smiled awkwardly.
At that moment, the glass doors were blown open and the men in black stepped inside. All of the men lowered their gaze on Karen, coldly observing as she tried backing out. She was surrounded the men thought. That was true, but only to an extent.
How? Karen grinned and leapt back, nimbly landing on the counter with her eyes gleaming. After a while, she stood to her feet and ran along the counter as the men chased. One of them leaped forth to grab her mid-run but she jumped from the counter and climbed his head.
From his head, she jumped across the room — landing on a table in the distance. The men ran to a shocked halt at the end of the counter, turning around to see that she had jumped out through the windows. They wanted to give chase, but the people in the bar blocked them.
“We are members of the Hunter Association and received orders from the—“ the first man wore a smile on his face as he spoke, but he was burning inside. The owned of the restaurant demanded a fine for the damages! Shit— the child!
Karen chuckled as she ran, “Uncle, some weird guys overheard our phone call and were chasing me! I lost them but the problem you are in seems quite dangerous…”
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“Yes, Karen.” Mylos leapt to the side, countering a lunge attack with his blade as he slipped into a defensive-offensive switch in stance. Taking the woman before him by surprise as his sword ripped a gash through her cheeks, drawing blood immediately.
“Wow!” the voice on the other end replied as he dashed back and guarded himself from the wild counter combo that was unleashed by the woman in response. He skipped up and sidestepped, then dashed forth with his blade driving forward in a vicious thrust.
She evaded it but was too slow, his blade made a swift curve and in a flash of white and red, the blade sliced off a chunk of skin from her face. She jumped back with a loud shrill scream, and Mylos took her moment of shock as opportunity.
He parried her frantic defence, and drove his blade into her chest. He twisted the blade and then swung it to the side, severing her body into two halves — cutting through armour like butter. All that remained on her face was the shock of her final moments.
He towered over her body, “I killed two paladins. They had summoned a Hero too but Aysla had intercepted him.” Mylos turned to Aysla who had engaged the Hero in a heated battle, “She is doing a bit too well, and I am afraid.”
“No need to worry, Uncle! Doing a bit too well is good news!” there were shuffling sounds on the other end, and a loud yelp as she continued, her breath was heavy, “Flying goats, they found me! I’m near home now, so I will be okay. Take care, uncle!”
The call ended.
Mylos pocketed his phone, glancing around and watching the paladins occupied with everyone else. He blinked. They all seemed to have their hands full. Mylos staggered forward with a grin and reached out his hand to the other paladins, “Such, pitiful souls.”
To their shock, the armours on their bodies was rent asunder revealing their undergarments. In that instance, their defences were shattered by the other demons and they were torn apart before a countermeasure could be developed.
In a single attack, three more paladins fell. Mylos restrained the demons from consuming them, a cold gleam in his eyes as he watched the trio struggle between life and death. They were in pain with limbs twisted, and innards ripped out and they bled to death.
To Mylos — their lives were meaningless, but the pain on their face, he reeled it. He walked forth until he reached the trio, lifting his leg and stomping on the head of the one who had fired arrows at him while he was on call, crushing it under his feet.
“These weaklings were just fodder…” he lifted his leg and shook it softly, dropping it back on the ground and turning to face the Hero, watching as the Hero smacked Aysla away like a ragged doll, “I would be a fool not to acknowledge the real fighting force of this attack.”