Bab 74: Unwelcome Visitors
Chapter 74
Reskeme stumbled backwards as a sword past just a finger span from his face. Gripping his javelin, he flailed the weapon at his attacker. Grinning, the guards took a single step back, easily avoiding the slow swing. He focused intently as the man lunged forward, his blade aimed at Reskemes chest. Reskeme hefted his javelin in both hands and used the shaft to smash the sword to the side.
The guard halted and nodded his head. Reskeme wanted to say a witty retort, but the man drew a dagger from his belt, holding the weapon in his off-hand, and lunged in again. Reskeme took a step backwards and then to the side. He used the long reach of his spear to keep the man away. Slashing, the guard kept trying to lock Reskemes spear in his sword guard. Reskeme gasped for breath as he shuffled to the side, continually backing as the experienced guard attacked.
Reskeme panted. He knew he was in trouble, the other soldiers would be here shortly. He couldn't look away from the man for even a moment as the man pressed his attack. Reskeme thrust his spear towards the soldier's face; predicably, the man lept back. Dashing backwards, Reskeme grasped a throwing knife from his side, palming the weapon and turning to the side. He his left hand out of site.
Reskeme held the knife in one hand and the long javelin in the other. The man circled him, keeping his distance. Reskeme watched the man's posture, waiting for right the moment. The mans leg's bent, preparing for a lunge and Reskeme whipped his knife, forward aiming for the man's unguarded face. Reskemes legs tensed as he gripped his javelin one handed, leaning into the man's lunge. The man was just within his reach and lifted both his sword and dagger to block the knife.
Reskeme took his chance and thrust his javelin. The long steel point passing under the man's arms, the spear thudded as the weapon sunk deeply in the man's gut. The man staggered back; both weapons slipped from his fingers as he coughed up blood. The spear wrenched from Reskemes hand as the man fell on his side, thrashing and screaming.
Reskeme watched the man as he thrashed in agony. He sighed in frustration why had he done this; the man had just been doing his job, and Reskeme had taken his life with no hesitation. Shuddering in disgust, he turned from the dying man. He caught the sound of rattling armour and footsteps coming from behind him. Swiveling around, he reached for his last javelin, drawing the long spear from the leather case on his back.
His heart racing, Reskeme couldn't believe he was such an idiot. The inquisitor, the noble, and the guards slid to a stop twenty steps away. They split and surrounded him. Reskeme turned in the middle, glancing from side to side to keep all the enemy in his sight. The guards were the biggest threat, so he focused on the two young women and the remaining guard.
Where were the others? He glanced to Carley and watched as they dragged her to a tree and bound her with some sort of rope. Maybe he could escape if some of them were busy, he might have a chance. There were only five of them. Who was he kidding? He got lucky to catch the first man off guard.
Reskeme swallowed, glancing from the inquisitor Kelvin to his enemy, the peacock.
Lord Mark, Aka the peacock, said, "What? do you have nothing to say, Demon?"
Reskeme said," I didn't know peacocks could speak. I was waiting for the fat priest to talk first."
The Peacock said, "How dare you, commoner? I will flay you alive! Guards, kill him!"
The guard in gold painted armour took a step forward, his boots clanking on the uneven rocky ground. The man was advancing towards Reskeme from his right.
Inquisitor Kelvin said, " Halt! Don't kill the fiend. We must burn demons upon the holy alter of Lytheria or they will not die the permanent death."
Reskeme felt relieved. They couldn't kill him immediately, but the angry face of the guards didn't look promising. The Female guard's knuckles were a bright white on their sword hilts.
Wetting his lips, Reskeme said, "I think someone lied to you, Lord Inquisitor. I'm not a demon, I'm an elemental."
Inquisitor Kelvin cocked an eyebrow. He pulled something from a black pouch on his belt and held it up in his left hand. The round piece of metal glowed a bright blue in the Inquisitor's grasp.
Kelvin said, "We know this as a demon amulet. If you are not a demon, it will turn blue and I will let the noble arrest you for murdering one of his guards. If it turns red, then I know you are lying."
Reskeme said, "Murder? He attacked me, that was self defence!"
The Peacock said, "You, Filthy commoner! I-"
Kelvin glared at the young noble, cutting the man off before he made himself look like more of an ass.
Kelvin said, "If you are not a demon, take this amulet and save us all the trouble."
Kelvin tossed the amulet to Reskeme, who let the piece of metal clatter to the ground beside him. Reskeme swallowed as a chill run down his spine. It appeared talking was over. He would need to risk channeling his mana and dealing with the pain. Glancing up, he caught Kelvin's victorious grin as Reskeme reached for the amulet.
Reskeme Channeled a tiny amount of his mana. His body screamed and his hand trembled as the fiery pain shot through his entire body. Gasping, he clenched the amulet and wrapped his light mana around the necklace, willing the power to show blue, a bright blue. The amulet flashed red for a moment, then turned a bright blue as he held it up for all to see. Reskeme blinked his eyes and ground his teeth as his body trembled and used all of his strength not to scream.
Reskeme smiled, letting his spear drop from his hand. He had to focus on the amulet and the pain to keep from passing out. He looked up at the stupid noble. The Peacock's face was a bright red as the young man gritted his teeth. Reskeme turned to the high inquisitor, extending his shaking arms to show the man the bright blue amulet.
Reskeme stopped channeling immediately, feeling some relief. His veins were on fire and his body trembled. But if they believed the lie, the pain would be worth it.
Inquisitor Kelvin turned to the two women guards and said," Trisha, Eliya, you are mages. What did he do?"
The young woman with the staff shook her curly blond hair and said," He just used his illusion magic to change the colour from red to blue. He is lying."
The other young woman with a sword glared at him. Advertising deep brown eyes short dark brown hair framed her face, Trisha said," I agree with Eliya, he is a lying untrustworthy demon trying to deceive us."
Reskeme glared at the two young women. Wait! Trisha and Eliya? No way, how were they here? The young woman holding a sword in one hand and a dagger in the other scowled at him. Now that he was looking closely, he finally realized who they were.
With both women dressed in brown leather armour, he had simply ignored them as guards. Gutter spit, Crap, shit, piss, he kicked the dirt as he used every curse word he could think of for not realizing who they were.
Reskeme stared into deep brown eyes and said," What are you doing here, Trisha? I'm surprised you made friends with such shitty people."
Trisha furrowed her brows and said," I have a habit of that! I thought we could be friends until you murdered most of our guild."
Reskeme coughed and said," I did not kill them. I-"
Trisha snapped, "Shut your mouth, you lying Demon! I will not let you get away with taking our home from us."
Reskeme said," I may be a demon, but I swear I did not destroy our guild. It was that ass, Rufus. He summoned another demon that burned the building to the ground."
Trisha shuffled and stare at her feet, a flush rising to her cheeks. She said," You are lying."
Reskeme said," I am not lying. He really summoned another demon, and it destroyed your home."
Trisha glanced from his face to over his shoulder and said," You are such a bad lier."
Reskeme clenched his fists and said, "I may be a lying, thieving demon, but at least, I do not betray my friends like you do!"
Reskeme's cheeks burned. He wasn't lying; he wasn't stupid enough to tell them that his familiar had destroyed the guildhall. He heard a clank of metal on stone and shuffling feet. Realizing his blunder too late, he tried to move. The back of Reskemes head exploded in pain and he staggered forward to the rocks, grinding his palms on the hard ground. He shook his head, seeing spots, and a soldier in the worst gold painted armour he had ever seen grinning over him. The man's sword hilt fell on his forehead and Reskeme fell into darkness.
Status Power Mingguan
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Power 
-- Power
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