Bab 47: Spellbinder (2)

"Angus, you bastard!" Doran said, and as he gritted his teeth, he pointed his gun at Angus with an aim so true, that a headshot was almost certain should he squeeze the trigger.

Angus eyed the gun and then his eyes flicked back onto Doran's face,

"I could have easily told them to turn their guns to you but then, I would have missed that look on your face. Priceless."

Angus looked all over the courtyard. He saw Good ol' Joe hiding behind a wagon, watching things with his eyes widened in fear.

He saw members of the Chore group that had not died holding their Rifles while facing members of the Langlot Gang who had paused because they were wondering and feared who would be the next to blow their brains out.

The five Vykers still at the very back of the gang mob watched what had occurred with furrowed brows before one of them said,

"A Vyker."

"A 'Spellbinding' Vyker," clarified another, "I heard they're not the best physically but they make do with their words."

"He has only controlled and killed five people with no lick of mana in their bodies. There is no need to be impressed," said the Vyker with black hair and grey eyes.

"You're right, of course, Captain, but it's interesting nonetheless," said one of the other four with a subtle bow to the grey-haired, grey-eyed Vyker he had called 'Captain'.

"If there's anything you should consider interesting, it's that item on his chest. I can feel its magical energy from here," the Captain said with his grey eyes focused on Angus' chest and then his eyes wandered to the closed chest under Angus' arm. His eyes widened,

"Wait, it can't— It can't be!"

"What is it?"

"You idiots can't tell already?!" The Captain yelled in a loud voice that carried,

"That's the Lord's property that bastard has on his chest!!!"

Angus raised his brow as the words reached his ears and he smiled,

"Indeed," he said and tossed the Chest he had under his arm to the ground with a force that propped its lid open wide to reveal it was empty,

"I'd have asked you to kindly thank your Lord for me because not many were ambitious enough to have something like this commissioned but I also don't plan to let any of you get away so it's quite the conundrum."

"Enough of this!" Doran yelled, "You can't control all of us! Everyone shoot him!"

Gently, Angus said,

"Throw them off."

The magical force of his words moved in a powerful wave that spread all over the courtyard but no human felt it strike them and force their limbs to act.

One second was all it took for them all to wonder if Angus was out of tricks and another second was all it took for them to realize the order had not been for them.

The ears of the horses all twitched and as their eyes bugged in horror, they let out angry breaths and immediately got distressed as they were forced to rear on their hind legs and throw all of their riders off.

Angus was limited in how many humans he could control at once. But animals with less intelligence were easier to handle en masse.

*THUD!!!*

The sounds of bodies hitting the ground sounded all over the courtyard. Following that were the sounds of Horses galloping out of the Courtyard to get as far away from the demon who controlled them.

The mass distressed galloping stomped on the heads of some Langlot gang members, smashing their heads against the dirt of the ground and killing them.

Angus watched it all with a smile and as his eyes surveyed the courtyard, he grabbed his gun and pulled it out of its holster to point the barrel and begin to fire.

The sound of gunshots spurred the fallen Gang members to their feet even faster but not before two fell to Angus' fired shots.

The 'Chore group' also took Angus' fired shot as a signal to take action as they turned their weapons at their enemies and began to fire but there was a reason they were the 'Chore group'; Although they were certainly enthusiastic and fired their guns with confidence, they were not all that good.

Most of their fired shots went awry and only good luck and the sheer mass of enemies allowed a few of their shots to hit targets.

That said, the sound of fired shots from the enemy sent the Langlot Gang into an uproar and caused them to run helter-skelter, seeking cover before trying to turn the tides.

Doran and Colm scrambled to their feet, flanked by a few Langlot Gang members and they all glared at Angus with their guns pointed at him but there was a slight shake in the gun hand of the Gang members. The memory of what had happened to the fellows was still fresh in their minds.

Angus noticed that shake and his violet eyes glinted with a sadistic pleasure. He didn't fear their guns.

Apart from the fact that he could command them to lay their weapons on their ground, his reflexes were now back to the heightened state they used to be when he was a full-fledged Vyker. To his eyes and his senses, their trigger fingers were sluggishly slow.

Angus opened his mouth to speak his command and the Gang members as well as Colm and Doran scrambled to shoot when a black figure suddenly appeared a foot from the Dionisio Gang leader.

Angus' eyes widened as a glint of steel cut across the air and swung close to cutting through him. The command he was about to speak choked in the back of his throat as he leaped away to avoid getting cut.

Angus had only just managed to avoid the first attack when he saw his attacker's body become shrouded by shadow as his body moved so fast, that there was not even a path his body took; He was suddenly just making another cut.

This time though, Angus was ready,

"Stop!" He called out in a clear voice.

The command hit the Vyker's body and Angus watched as his grey eyes twitched as he strained against the hold. He successfully pulled himself free of the command but Angus had already taken advantage of that brief pause to fire his gun.

*Clang!*

Angus' eyes widened when a hand suddenly stretched in front of the grey-eyed Shadow Vyker. The hand was black and scaly and the bullet Angus fired just pressed against it uselessly. Unable to break its defense.

"Captain, are you alright?" The Vyker who owned the scaled hand asked.

"Don't ask!!! Get that thing off his Chest and Kill him!"

"Of course," the scaled Vyker said, "Right away!"

His second hand became scaled as well and he slammed his scaled fists together as his canines grew an inch and he let out a feral growl.

Meanwhile, Angus had his senses keened. He had paid too much attention to Doran and the Langlots but now that he knew what to look for and was looking out for it, he sensed that these two were not the only Vykers he had to worry about.

'One… Two… Three… Besides these two, there are three more.'

Angus sensed the three coming closer to him just as the scaled Vyker stomped closer so he took many leaps back and yelled,

"Defend me!"

The Three found their bodies seized by the command and launched themselves at the scaled Vyker before they even had the chance to attempt to resist the control.

Driven by necessity, the scaled Vyker slammed a fist to knock one of them aside. He grabbed the other and simply pushed him aside.

As for the third…

*Bang!*

… A fired shot sounded and a bullet pierced his head from behind. With no defense in place and his body barely back in his control, there was nothing the Vyker could do to avoid his fate.

For a second, the remaining still-living Vykers paused as they watched their comrade slump to the floor, blood pooling around his head. Then they looked as one at the one responsible and saw Angus' gun still pointed with the muzzle smoking from the heat of the recently fired shot.

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