《Solitude's Requiem》The Dangers In The City
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Walking through Lucille's Light I keep thinking about my conversation with Leilaya. What do I want to achieve and how do I get it? These thoughts kept playing in my head until I walked upon a familiar face.
before me stands the old man, who I watched fight at the gate. He looks at me with his nonexisting eyes.
"How unfortunate this situation is."
His voice sounds just how you would expect a 1000-year-old man would sound. His words drag out and he occasionally starts mumbling.
"Why would this be unfortunate?" I ask starting to become uneasy with the situation.
"You see I was really planning on keeping you for later. But you just had to kill Othred didn't you."
'Who?' i think to myself slightly panicked.
I take a look at my surroundings and seem to be surrounded by pale orcs. looking at them makes me quickly realize.
'YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! I'M GETTING AMBUSHED BECAUSE OF THAT OAF.' I yell in my mind.
"Your friend attacked me first and I showed him that I was stronger." I decided to calmly respond with the hope of defusing this situation.
"LIES MY BLOOD BROTHER WOULD NEVER DIE TO THE LIKES OF YOU!!" I look at the source of the obnoxiously loud yelling and notice a larger and more muscled orc approach.
the orc who's about 2 Meters 20 centimeters in size and has the muscle mass that bodybuilders would dream of. Carrying a 2 Handed great ax that seems to be smitten through great craftsmanship. It radiates a lot of power and would hurt quite a lot if I end at the other end. He isn't wearing any armor for his upper body and the armor for his lower body seems to be made of simple steel. As soon as I look up at his face I get greeted with pupilless white eyes, where blood keeps streaming out of.
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'This could be quite problematic' I think trying to find a way out.
"Well he did die otherwise you wouldn't be here would you?" I say Pointing out the obvious.
My reply seems to have angered this big brute even more as I can see veins starting to pop on his head.
"YOU INSIGNIFICANT WEAKLING!! DUEL ME SO I CAN AVENGE MY BROTHER!"
The old man frowns at the sudden declaration of a duel but doesn't react.
'I guess fighting one on one will give me better odds. I can look for a way out while I'm fighting.'
"Okay, let me show you exactly what I did to this blood brother of yours." I say taunting him while quickly summoning my darkness spear.
Everybody else decided to give us some space. They are clearly excited for this battle and they don't seem to be the only ones. Other demons quickly came gathering around as they heard this Gigantic brute yell for a duel.
before starting the duel I decide to look for the old man. I know only a bit about his powers and he seems to be a greater threat than the one I am battling. If I want to escape I should probably try to avoid his side.
I quickly find him in the crowd and see an annoyed expression on his face. He quickly notices me looking at him and gives me and starts waving. I click my tongue and decide to focus again on my opponent. He seems to easily fall for taunts and doesn't really think.
"Well, then let's begin, shall we. It would be quite rude to make your funeral last longer than necessary"I declare in a confident tone that seems to have excited the spectators even more.
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