Bab 20: ONE-EYED DISASTER

The battle at the manor courtyard was only worsening. If it hadn't been for Julian and Captain Faux, the defensive line would have long since fallen.

Together they had formed a formidable wall. Brutalizing the rows of mindless puppets that encroached on the manor and the children sheltered within.

The gallant knight Sir Julian looked as charming as ever. Where ever his bronze spear fell arcs of lightning ensued. Turning the abominations into charred flesh, whilst restraining the mindless knights with brilliant arcs of golden lightning.

The young knight had first tried to incapacitate the mindless drones, but they just kept refusing to stay down. In fact, the only way they seemed to be able to keep these lost knights down was by dislocating their joints.

With how his face twisted into a deep frown whenever he was forced to bring down the full weight of his spear on a knight's knee, it was pretty apparent that Sir Julian was against having to rely on such drastic measures.

But he didn't have an option. It was either that or splitting their skulls open like coconuts.

He perfectly alternated between impaling abominations and bashing the knees and elbows of his fellow knights.

The act was too gruesome shaking the very base of his knight code.

Captain Faux however didn't seem to be against it. The fiend had a slight smile on his lips as he flashed through the rows of mindless drones wreaking havoc wherever he could.

After 'accidentally' severing the limbs of a couple of knights, Sir Julian had asked for the Paladin to put his blades away and fight with his hands.

He had no objections. According to him;

'Makes things much more fun!'

He had the same cold eyes he always bore when dealing with his foes. His task team was trained to handle similarly treacherous conditions without batting an eyelid.

Being the Captain of such a troupe meant he had to be the coldest and most calculating. Although Sebas was certainly much more cunning than he was.

Boom!

Faux turned to see the manor partially in flames. He quickly used the telepathic ability all his troupe members were gifted and immediately reached out to Sebas.

'You all right kid?'

For a moment his once cold gaze trembled as he waited for the shrimp's voice of his lieutenant to come in from the other side. When the kid finally replied Faux heaved a quiet sigh of relief.

They did a little back and forth, and soon Faux was left alone in his head again.

'Damned kid… better get those shields up. I'm getting a bit tempted to rip someone apart!'

Faux thought with a grin.

The thing was handling this many enemies wasn't much of an issue for him. He had been trained to decimate and take care of any sort of threat to his mission. As such killing abominations was second nature to him and right now the knights before him weren't any different from abominations.

Although they required much less lethal ways of getting 'taken care of.' But That was also part of the reason why Faux was getting more and more excited.

He loved a good challenge and right now dealing with these things was giving him just that.

And so was the ivory clan girl at the other side of the mountain. Although she was much more intriguing than she was challenging.

'The letter had tripped off the entire government agency. Still doesn't make any bloody sense.'

They had wanted to dismiss it as a prank letter but the insignia was just too close to the real thing.

'Why would they warn us of their attack?!'

The very nature of the attack was simply too bizarre. But Faux couldn't give it much thought he wasn't paid to.

What he was paid to do was shutting up the brats of great houses.

'Especially those snobby Ivory assed–'

"We can't keep this up for too long Captain Faux!"

Julian yelled across the battlefield as he sent a lightning bolt barreling towards an ape-like beast with white fur and black eyes.

"Well, we don't have much of an option. Just keep 'em busy for a little bit longer!"

'Damn it what's taking you so long kid!'

Faux wondered and after a bit, Sebas replied saying;

"…just give me a couple more minutes, Captain."

Just then Faux picked up on a rather deadly aura. It was sharp and far more sinister than any of the abominations present.

He could see some of the trees off in the distance parting, in its wake. After a while a massive abomination revealed itself. It had black skin with powerful muscles underneath and a single eye that shone a deep azure blue.

'Tch. Three cores. Damned Disaster.'

It wasn't a huge threat but right now Faux wasn't as powerful as he often was. At least this incarnation of him.

He had a Gifted ability that let him split his soul into four incarnations. The fewer incarnations there were the more powerful the existing incarnations would be. He could also determine just how much power each incarnation held.

Since the other he was dealing with an unknown foe and the infamous Calamity Cas, he had given it most of his power while holding onto about a third of his usual strength.

It seemed enough when dealing with Terrors and Crisis but a Disaster ranked abomination…

"Tricky bastards."

Faux cursed as he stared at the massive thing strolling along.

At that rank, abominations became capable of handling Calamitous Will way more precisely than any rank below them.

Dealing with one often required cohorts of seasoned Retainers and Cardinals. Right now Faux was only as powerful as a peak Retainer– in regards to his Will at least. However, his experience and combat prowess placed him far above that.

Still, dealing with a Dark Disaster as a Retainer would be truly… unwise.

Just then the black cyclops rose its bulging muscles. When they descend the earth splits apart raising dirt and overturning the fine greenery of the manor courtyard.

Faux leapt out of the sinking soil and summoned his great sword. The oddly shaped steel blade appeared in his hands seconds later.

"This is not going to be fun."