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Chương 54: Preshotted

Michael positions himself below the wall the trio were standing on to make it harder for the mage and archer, but it seems that they weren't all that bothered about it... The spearman leaps from the roof, and with a flick of the mage's staff, a small tornado forms underneath him to soften his fall.

"You. You have killed enough of our men, today is your turn!" the spearman shouts as he twirls his weapon and drops into a stance.

Michael tosses his bow and almost empty quiver to the side as he draws his sword, keeping one eye on the other two enemies that'd no doubt be assisting the spearman... "Wow, you've got a lot of guts fighting me three on one... Should I be impressed!?" he taunts, waiting for the spearman to reply so he can blast him with Ether shock.

"With your assassin-like tactics!? Don't make me lau-" "Ether shock!" the spearman is interrupted by Michael shout, causing many threads of ephemeral orange lightning to shoot from his extended finger.

Six threads blast out, one shooting towards the spearman while the rest head for the lifeless corpses nearby. Michael would have targeted the archer and mage, but they were too far out of his range to reliably hit... Plus, his position didn't help the matter.

"Ice Wall!" the mage shouts from above Michael, causing a 7ft wall of solid ice to form in front of the spearman, absorbing attack for him.

The lightning melts a large hole into the wall, mainly due to its composition of both fire and electricity, but it's nowhere near to breaching the sturdy magical structure.

Michael growls at his spell's failure, but has no time to complain as the spearman skillfully leaps over the ice-wall and delivers a price lunging stab towards him.

Michael dodges to the side to evade the strike, the spearman's weapon follows him like a heat-seeking missile, forcing him to block the tip of it with the flat of his blade.

"Fuck, OFF!" he shouts, pushing against the man with his rune enhanced strength and barely managing to overpower him. He forces the spearman back, but as soon as he attempts to cast another Ether shock, an arrow fires from above towards his head.

Michael barely hears it, but manages to lean to the side enough to avoid a fatal injury, instead, taking the arrow to his already injured left shoulder. "Arrgh!" he groans as the projectile punches straight through the limb. It actually penetrates completely through his shoulder, allowing the arrow tip to poke him in the ribs when he lowers his arm.

"This is bad, really fucking bad!" he mentally shouts, wishing that he had access to his Serpent Ward spell... Unfortunately, it was still on cooldown, and could only be used at noon tomorrow.

"Pirhanna Strike!" a shout from above him reminds him of the mage's presence. He leaps to the side, and again has to sidestep to avoid another arrow, all while keeping distance with the spearman to avoid another stab... Fortunately, the man seems to be keeping a distance while the mage fires his spell... Which is actually pretty bad when Michael considers it...

"Hex!" he shouts, transforming the spearman into a chicken and heading for him as the mage's spell pursues him like a sentient puddle with jaws.

"Four, three-" Michael counts as he approaches the chicken, the mage releases his spell to avoid hurting his companion, even while confused at the strange transformation spell he'd used, but this just allows Michael to time his strike perfectly.

"Two, one, STRIKE!" he shouts, swinging his blade at thin air where he expects the spearman to reappear once the hex spell ends. A puff of smoke signals the end of the spell, and a spurt of blood striking the ground next to it confirms that he'd struck his target.

An arrow passes by the smoke, barely skimming Michael's cheek and damaging his cloak and mask. This forces him to back up before he can confirm that the spearman was dead...

Unfortunately, his plan hadn't gone exactly as expected... Once the smoke clears, the spearman kneels on the ground clutching his cheek that had a deep gauge cut into it... It seems that the man had had time to barely avoid Michael's neck strike... What it skill? Planning? Or intuition?

Michael's hood falls backwards due to tear, and his makeshift bandana falls to the ground, revealing his face to his enemies...

"J-just a damned kid!?" the archer exclaims from the rooftop upon seeing his appearance.

"Who cares! Just kill him!" the mage states, knowing that Michael's age was actually a time limit for the D'argent... If Michael grew into the potential he'd displayed today, he'd undoubtedly become one of the most powerful mages on the continent... Not to mention the fact that all the magic he'd cast was wandless!

Michael wipes a stray tear from his face, the arrow in his arm causing immense pain with every movement. He can't remove it either, as he might just bleed out without immediate medical intervention.

Luckily, the spearman was in a similar state, the injury to his face was almost enough to completely cripple his jaw. "Yaou waoww pway fwar tha'" he manages to growl out as blood drips from his wound. The duo eyes each other for a second or two before rushing to clash again.

The spearman's weapon cuts for Michael's leg, but it's just a feint as he pulls back the strike with a spin and thrusts towards his neck instead.

Michael leans backwards far enough to almost impress a gymnast, but has his feet kicked out from under his. The spearmen raises his weapon up to finish him off, but Michael just points a finger at him and shouts, "ETHER SHOCK!"

With them so close, the mage is unable to react in time, allowing the full force of his magic to strike his opponent.

*ZZZZzzzzZZZ!*

Orange lightning bursts from his finger and bores many holes through the spearman, blasting him backwards with his body riddled with fatal injuries. "PRESOT NO! YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" the archer screams, beginning to rapidly fire arrows at Michael. They weren't as accurate as before, but their quantity made up for their quality...


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Chương 55: Pyrrhic

Michael barely avoids the stream of arrows sent his way, and so he tries to leap towards the exit of the alleyway in an attempt to gain some distance to either escape, or sneak attack his opponents.

Unfortunately, nothing seemed to be going his way today... First, small droplets could be felt as they slowly started falling from the sky. Rain had come, and Michael just so happened to be facing a Water Mage... It was as if God wanted him to get his ass kicked... Second, the Water Mage created a large ice wall to block his exit, equipped with many sharp ice spears to prevent him from trying to climb it.

Michael barely avoids spearing himself on the newly formed obstacle as he slides to a halt, he moves to the side but still gets grazed in the thigh by an arrow, causing his movements to faulty slightly.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR KILLING PRESOT! SCUM!" the archer exclaims, pulling out a vial from the knapsack he was carrying and dipping his arrow into it.

"Poison." Michael mentally remarks, gritting his teeth as he thinks about how to avoid this. His eyes are drawn towards the corpse of the man formerly known as 'Presot', and towards the spear sitting next to him. His Gandalfr runes should make him proficient with any weapon... Which means, he should be able to throw that...

He shakes his head and frowns, the spear was not too far to grab before he was turned into a poison arrow and icicle pincushion... The back entrances of the buildings comprising the alleyway had already been barred closed. And if anyone were still inside, they'd likely barricaded them to prevent getting caught up in the fight. Still, that didn't mean they couldn't be used.

Michael leaps to the side as a cold breeze passes by him, barely avoiding the barrage of needle-like icicles shot at him. His rune-enhanced clarity allowed him to see the archer lining up his shot, and with Michael having just dodged to avoid the mage's attack. He wouldn't be able to avoid his next shot... At least, that's what the archer thought.

Michael swings his sword at the latch-lock of a nearby door, the force, while not cutting through it, managed to break it from its wooden foundation. In a swift motion, Michael flung the door open and used it to block the poison arrow of the archer. The projectile itself actually pierced through the door, but got caught at its shaft before it could strike Michael in the face.

Michael goes cross-eyed momentarily as he stares at the poisoned arrowhead that was a couple of centimetres away from his nose, but he quickly refocuses himself and charges for the spear nearby.

The mage fires a high-velocity jet of water at him, and Michael gets caught in the side by the surprisingly fast attack, but he manages to twist out of the way before he could get cut in two... The strength of the attack could easily be observed by the way it gauged material from the cobbled road.

Michael ignores the burning pain in his side as he rolls and grips the spear, just as the archer lines up another shot. "TAAKE THIS!" he roars, flinging the spear with all his might while using the momentum from his roll.

*Puchi!*

An arrow hits Michael in the stomach as soon as he lets go of the spear, and he falls onto his back due to the sheer agony of being hit in the gut... But...

*Clatter!*

The sound of the archer's bow hitting the ground was music to Michael's ears. He forced his foggy vision to focus on the man. And was exceptionally satisfied to see a spear protruding from his chest, right through where his heart should be.

An ice wall had formed in front of him in an attempt to block the attack, but the spear was thrown with such force that it somehow penetrated through it. The ice protection quickly turns to particles and dissipates, leaving only the two shocked men.

The man looks down dumbly at the wooden shaft sticking from his fatal wound, still not comprehending that his life was most certainly over. He flexes his hands a couple times and tries to speak, but only manages to vomit out a profuse amount of blood... Rennius sends a shocked look to Charlie one last time before his body finally gives out, his knee's buckling and causing him to fall into the alleyway below, smashing his head like a ripe watermelon on the cobblestone ground.

*CRACK!-SPloosh*

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Charlie has to manually force himself to breathe at witnessing the death of another of his most trusted subordinates and friends, his hand gripping his staff so tightly that his knuckles had turned white... He turns his gaze to the one who was responsible for all of this, the kid who'd murdered so many of his brothers and men, for seemingly no justifiable reason that he could comprehend.

He could see the boy now, lying on his back and struggling to stabilise his breathing as he slowly bled out. Rennius arrow had punctured something vital, so his death was most likely assured, but... Charlie wasn't even close to being satisfied yet.

"This is payback, I don't care how old you are. You deserve what's coming to you! Aqua Scythe!" he exclaims, swinging his staff horizontally across his body, causing a thin yet powerful cutting wave of water to shoot towards Michael's prone body.

"Waterspout." a new voice states from the opposite side of the hallway Charlie was standing. A small tornado forms mid-air and easily catches the Water Scythe, sucking it all up before exploding, completely dissipating all force from Charlie's spell.

"W-who!?" Charlie angrily exclaims, furious at someone interfering with his revenge. Through the rain, he could see a man standing in a casual pose, dressed in pure white robes and wielding a small ornate wand in his left hand.

His was completely unaffected by the rain, with no even a droplet marring his bone-dry clothing... Charlie could feel himself freeze momentarily as the man's grey eyes bore into him.

"My sincerest apologies, but would you do me and my assistant there a favour?..." Loutiel asks with a small, smug grin.


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