Chapter 28: Escape!
The vortex like projectile tore through the air like a sharp razor.
"Zzzzisshhhiii!!!!!"
Blood splattered out of Axel's right arm as he attempted to dodge the violent projectile. The speed of the thrown attack was slightly slower than Baxtor's arrows but it had a wider hit range, resulting in somewhat slicing into the raw skin of Axel's arm.
Axel held his arm tightly to stop the bleeding from aggravating. Suddenly, the projectile circled back to him and sliced his left arm from the back. Having both arms with deep cuts, it was a severe situation, and he felt his health points rapidly decreasing.
"Azel, be careful! That guy is using a Spellsword skill called 'Spinning Boomerang'. It infuses stored mana to furiously rotate one's weapon into a razor like blade. Not only is it quite fast, it can be controlled to hit enemies from mid-range and continue spinning in the mid-air as long as the user's mana pool is full. It also has a tricky motion where it can boomerang back to the user and attack you off guard!"
Axel was amazed at the utility of 'Spinning Boomerang' skill. Although it was not as destructive or omnipotent like Master Max's 'Limelight Cutter' and 'Rapid Spike', it was a formidable skill that posed a great threat to Axel at this moment.
Backing up away from the mercenary, Axel put away his Short Sword and tried to cover the cuts on both arms. Currently, he did not have a skill that could close in on the enemy or perhaps hit them from afar. Learning magic or archery was absolutely necessary when venturing off in more difficult dungeons or fighting foes like this in the future. He was indeed ill prepared for the mercenary before him and had a very low chance of defeating him in a normal battle.
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On the other side of the pub, Max was in a deadlock with the other mercenary. Upon firing arrow after arrow at his opponent, the mercenary seemed to dodge every incoming shot as if he was part of a circus show. The difference in strength was clear between the two mercenaries that battled Axel and Baxtor. Although Baxtor seemed to be holding off the mercenary at a glance, there was no instances of dealing any damage to the mercenary. Unlike the mercenary that Axel faced, this mercenary was the stealth type. He was also most likely an archer, and had a high number in the WILL Stat. From the start, the mercenary had yet to use his Gladius to block the arrow and kept on evading. Suddenly, the mercenary pulled out a dagger for his off hand weapon. Holding the Gladius in his right hand, his dagger was held backwards as if he was a ninja. In an instant, his speed increased several folds. Baxtor could not see where he had went, and suddenly he appeared behind Baxtor's back.
"Kkssssshiiiiii!!"
A loud stab could be heard as Baxtor looked back. The mercenary had placed the dagger neatly into his lower back.
"F*ck!" Baxtor cried in pain. He had been attacked so easily just like that. With such a grave wound behind his back, it was now a huge disadvantage for him in this fight. He started to feel hopeless, and thought he would not last any longer with the fight. However, his body moved before his mind could think. He quickly dashed away from the mercenary and held the wound in his back with one hand. At this point, it was burning so much on the inside, he could not draw his bow. Instead, he took out a stubby dagger that he used as a backup weapon in case he was forced to set aside his bow.
"Azel, I can't hold out any longer! These guys are real experts in assassination! Let's get out of this place if we find a chance!" Baxtor whimpered.
"Yep, grab onto me when I give you the signal!" Axel yelled back.
The two mercenaries that were fighting these two now had a questionable look on their faces. Whatever signal it was, they would not dare to let these two run away. The Walford's orders were absolute, and as subjects of Baron Walford, their allegiance was akin to to a relationship between the master and the slave.
Right when both the mercenaries were about to deal to final blow to both Axel and Baxtor, Axel suddenly disappeared in mid-air and appeared in front of Baxtor. Letting Baxtor lean on his shoulders, he disappeared once again, now nowhere to be seen in the pub.
Everyone who had been watching was shocked. Especially Caleb, who had thought the two were about to be dealt with, but escaped from an impossible situation.
"What are you both doing! Chase after them immediately and alert the Emain Macha guard squad! We can't let those two fugitives get away!" Caleb screamed in madness.
"Yes sir!" the two mercenaries replied as they bolted out the pub door.
In the corner, Rua had been leaning on the wall the entire time observing the fight. Most of the customers had either backed away to the other side of the pub to avoid the fight or continued drinking. In that aspect, this fortune teller was a true daredevil.
"I knew that he wasn't ordinary. I hope I get to tell his fortune next time around! Well that's if he's lucky enough to live... Nobles are crazy if you get on their bad side." Rua thought to herself as she pursed her lips.
Caleb who had been about to go out was suddenly stopped by the bartender. Lucas seemed to have a dark face while holding a purple laced, poisonous longsword in his hand. He pointed it at Caleb and yelled,
"You scrawny brat! You think you get to leave after making a scene and trashing my pub! Pay for all the f*cking expenses or else leave your head here tonight!"
"Hmph! Mister Lucas, I respect you since you were a renown adventurer back in the old days, but do you think it's wise to challenge the authority of us nobles!" Caleb remarked.
"Although I do respect those of nobility, it is different if you make a problem on my turf! Do you think this weapon here is for show!" Lucas snapped back.
"It's just a purple looking sword! What's so special about it!" Caleb jokingly said.
"We'll see if it's just a decoration then!" Lucas said as he slashed at Caleb.
Before the sword even reached him, Caleb dodged effortlessly. After all, he was also a Silver ranked adventurer, and not much weaker than the two mercenaries that had went on the chase. However, suddenly he felt an fiery sensation on his forearm.
"Aaarrrrgggghhhh!!!!" Caleb bellowed.
A small part of his forearm the size of a ping pong ball had been corroded slightly. The outer most flesh had melted away and raw purple flesh could be seen in the open.
"What did you do to me!!!!!" Caleb huffed in pain.
"You're 1000 years too early to pick a fight with me! Although I was Silver rank when I retired, did you think I didn't train after all those years!" Lucas said with delight.
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