บท 33: Gruesome Killing Intent

"I was chasing the fatty since he ran from me, and we know as guards that only the guilty run away. That's when I stumbled upon this beauty just now."

The fat guard, Nect, said as he dismounted his horse.

"I'm ready to give him some payback."

Heimdall also jumped off of his horse at that moment, "I see..." He said.

'Looks like he convinced that girly guy that I attempted to murder him. Trying to fight for my case would be stupid since I have nothing to back it up. Innocent until guilty is fair, but it isn't applicable in this case.' Sol mused at that moment.

Heimdall began to walk forward with a long and quick strut. His chest was pushed outwards as his presence demanded respect.

"Sol Von Cillion!" He said in a louder tone, yet still managed to maintain his elegant and professional voice.

"By the order of the knight guards of Hllscani and the direct decree of the knight guard 5th Squadron Captain, you are under arrest. Submit willingly,"

He paused, unsheathing a long, thin iron blade with inscriptions running down its middle.

"Or face the consequences of your actions." He said firmly.

The speech was enough to send shivers running up the balls round back.

He trembled in fear as the seemingly formidable knight neared him.

"Oh... so you brought your daddy to save you, huh?" Sol smiled as he began to walk toward Heimdall without any hesitation.

His walk exuded no less confidence than the 5th Squadron Captain of the Sanction's guards.

This made Nect get furious, "Quiet, foul boy! You haven't grasped the situation you're in right now. You aren't facing some random guard. This is the Sanction elect Squadron Captain of one of the only 10 guard squadrons that exist within Hllscani. You don't stand so much as a chance!"

Heimdall enforced his under-cadet's words, "Nect is not usually correct, but this time, his words hold the infinite weight of truth."

Each time he talked, it felt like a sick-ass one-liner from a movie.

Honestly speaking, the ball was kind of fanboying Heimdall at this point.

Nect didn't know whether to feel complimented or insulted by his captain's words, so he just stayed silent.

'I might actually be in some trouble here.' Sol faced Heimdall's confident gaze.

'They will be after me for a while even after today. Since I purposefully left that annoying family, I no longer have anything to protect my name. I guess I'll need to get some sort of backing I can rely on soon...'

As he thought this, he began to get excited, "Still... I should be able to not get captured by the likes of you."

"Hmph." Heimdall sternly exclaimed, slashing his blade in the air.

He was done talking. He was simply going to execute his duties now.

As the two came 20 feet apart from each other, Sol stopped and closed his eyes.

However, he only did this for a second, as that was how long it took for him to enter his Zone this time.

As the ball and Nect looked on in anticipation, Heimdall continued to move toward Sol without a care that the boy had stopped.

He got 10 feet away from Sol before raising the hilt of his sword near his face and then slashing sideways.

There was no killing intent. Sol knew that the attack wasn't going to slay him if worse came to worst.

As Heimdall's blade flew through the air, Sol grasped the handle of his Flame Sword.

Out of nowhere, Heimdall gasped--his mouth slightly agape. His blade halted in mid-air, as his entire body began to tremble uncontrollably.

The armor plates he had on began to rattle against each other, creating a fearsome rattle.

His eyes, widened in shock, slowly raised up. He imagined a blade flying at him with an incalculable speed, slitting his throat in one fell swoop.

His body froze in place, as he abruptly saw a flash of illusion that he couldn't tell apart from reality that displayed all of his limbs getting cut off and him turning into a nub of a human.

He then saw his heart getting pierced by Sol's flame sword, his stomach getting slashed wide open, and then his chest getting stabbed multiple times in quick succession.

In a mere 5 seconds, Heimdall saw himself getting violently slaughtered in over 100 different ways.

This was it... this was the horrifying bloodlust of Sol.

He hadn't even unsheathed his sword, yet his killing intent was powerful enough to cause Heimdall to stumble backward slightly.

The squadron captain began to pant uncontrollably as his heart pounded out of his chest.

Cold sweats ran down his back and forehead.

"C-captain! What's wrong!? Are you alright!?" Nect attempted to break Heimdall out of the daze he was seemingly in right now, but it had no effect.

'Aaaandd...' Sol mused to himself, looking at Heimdall's feet.

Heimdall took one more step backward, and that's when Sol thought, 'Now!' Before quickly turning and running towards the woods.

"Hey--what the hell!?" Nect yelled before running toward Heimdall.

"Captain!" He shouted one last time, allowing the young man to finally break free from his daze.

With a slight sigh of relief, Nect faced where Sol had disappeared into the bushes.

"Let's go after him! We have horses, he could not have gone far!" He desperately yelled, looking back at his captain for approval.

"Captain! Let's go! What are you waiting for!? He will get awa--" He suddenly stopped speaking as he saw Heimdall sheath his sword.

"What? But captai--" He was cut off.

"Never... never in my life have I felt a fear as gruesome as that." Heimdall faced the ground with widened eyes that moved with shock.

"Huh?"

"What is this I feel? It's like my blood is boiling within my very veins." Heimdall's head turned toward where Sol had run off to, "I... I'm... angry."

His face contorted, his eyebrows crunching up and his teeth widened in a grit.

Nect was shocked to see such an expression on the young man. He had never seen him without a composed look.

But, he didn't question it. "So then, we should go after him, right?"

"Yes..." Heimdall quickly walked back to his Unicorn. "But not now. We alone can not even touch that boy. I will come back with reinforcements... powerful reinforcements..."

***

"Ahh~~ good thing I got away, that bastard would have easily killed me if he got the chance. He's one strong mother fucker, probably in the Ascension Rank if I were to guess."

Sol thought to himself in relief a half mile away from Heimdall and the others.

"Give me a couple months, you girly freak. I'll be strong enough to make you lick my boots by then."