《The Path of The Monster King》Chapter 27: Saved by The Stranger
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The situation looked far from good.
Kazius was injured, Alice was too… Eve was doing her best with healing and protection, but it was far from enough.
Now Azanor was holding the line… But, it didn’t seem like he could do so for long.
Azanor seemed to understand the severity of the situation.
“When I tell you to go, run away with-“ Azanor began. He was unable to finish the sentence before he was attacked again.
Azanor braced himself, intending on doing his best to block the rapid attack.
But the attack never landed.
Instead, both Kazius and him would feel the ground shake again… This time, cracks spreading far and deep from the impact, dust in the air. Someone had jumped in between them.
“Buahaha! Someone is having a party here and I was not invited?” exclaimed a loud and boisterous voice. In front of them stood quite the figure.
Once the dust cleared, they could finally see who was the culprit of the interruption.
In front of them was a man with long white hair that went down all the way to his back. The thing looked mangled, almost like a mane. Scars littered his body, or at least his torso, since he wore no shirt. His face had a scar of what appeared to be 3 claw marks over his left eyes. He wore pants with fur and a large coat with fur along the neck. The coat was left open, the garment looking heavy. He was like a mountain of muscle. A real muscle head looking guy that stood at 7ft (2.13 meters).
‘Just who the hell was this guy? He even speaks Common... Or at least I think he is.’
Kazius would stare at the stranger in shock. He wasn’t sure what to make out of his sudden appearance, but the stranger seemed to be here to help. He looked awfully eager for a fight.
The guy was gripping what had to be the heaviest looking spear that Kazius had ever seen. Stranger yet, along the blade was an odd glowing green symbol… Was he associated with some group?
“I have no idea what is going on, but I saw enough to know who the ones up to no good are.” The guy would add, his grin widening all the more. His knuckles were almost turning white with how hard he began gripping his spear.
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‘I am a magnet for all sorts of people, aren’t I? It really seems to be my fate to befriend strange people. I wonder if one day I will see this as normal? Even now I feel strangely relieved... Definitely seems like he is here to help at least.’
“Another pest, no matter… That makes no difference to us. You can die with them.” Alex stated with a sneer before he and Leo would turn their attention on the stranger.
As this occurred, this gave Eve the opportunity to perform first aid. She reacted to the turn of events shockingly fast. Likely out of concern for her friends.
“You will be okay, hold on. Please don’t die. Dying is bad.” Eve stated urgently.
Azanor could still stand and was not injured, so he remained at the ready in case the duo returned their attention to them.
Alice was very much out cold though. The pain had been too much and the impact too hard.
Kazius would stagger to her side, needing healing badly, but did not take his eyes off the threat entirely.
“HAHAHA! That’s the spirit! Come! Fight me!” exclaimed the man before pounding his chest with one hand. Did he actually come here to save them or was he just here looking for a fight? He was an odd one. He laughed a lot, very loudly.
It was then that the duo would attack the stranger. The mountain of a man moved with surprising speed, shoving his spear forward. The sheer strength he had was inhuman, his motions causing a strong pressured wind that would knock Alex and Leo off their feat. The two would appear shocked, clearly not expecting such strength.
They would glare, clearly pissed.
“Filth!” exclaimed Alex.
“We will exterminate you all! You will regret getting involved!” Leo would add with a snap.
The stranger’s wide grin would waver some at the words only to then have the grin grow goofier and wider.
“Call me whatever you want. But the Wind Werewolf Tribe aren’t the kind to allow travelers and guests to be killed at our door. Vargstam is better than that… Now, fight me!” Exclaimed the male before growing eager yet again.
‘Did he just say Werewolf? Vargstam? Vargstam was filled with Werewolves? I remember hearing about a Monster like that… Were the tribe all as strong as this guy? They may not be Edicts… But to handle the two so easily… Perhaps this would indeed be a good place for us to stay a while and get our bearings.’
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Indeed, the two would attempt to attack the Werewolf. They moved with quite the speed, their blue eyes glowing brighter. They were serious, with full intention of killing… But with a sway of his spear, the Werewolf would push them back. Despite his size and strength, his spear movements were not pointless. They were precise, skillful, and full of power.
The two knights were relentless, yet no matter how they moved, the Werewolf would block their attacks and push them back… Though if anything… It seemed the Werewolf was holding back his strength…Then again, he was here protecting them. With the kind of power he had, he could accidentally blow them away if he wasn’t careful.
As the fight occurred, the Werewolf would only grow more content, clearly enjoying battle. While the knights only grew more frustrated and enraged. Before long, the two would find themselves knocked back into stone, losing air with the impact, even cracking the wall some.
Staggered, the two would glare at them.
“You… You will pay… All of you… We will kill you vermin soon.” Alex hissed, fleeing with Leo in defeat… Of course, this meant that the church would know where they are… but he supposed they would be safe if the people here were half as strong as their rescuer.
“Hahaha! That was fun! A good warm up fight!” The male exclaimed contently.
"You there, you alright? The name’s Damon. You all look like an interesting lot! I would love to ask you for a spar, but it seems I was a bit late… Those two seemed like quite the angry bunch… They should lighten up. It was a fun fight… Even if they lost! Buahaha!” He exclaimed before letting out a hearty laugh.
“Nice to meet you, Damon… You have no idea how bad of a situation we were in… Thank you for saving us.” Kazius stated earnestly, shaking his hand. The gesture was returned, but instead of shaking hands, Kazius would be moved up and down entirely.
“Oops, it is hard for me to control my strength. Sorry about that, friend!” Damon stated contently with a goofy grin.
“Friend? Yay!” Eve cheered contently. She was calm now that she got to treat Kazius and Alice. Even though she had calmed down though, Azanor was still soothing he a bit.
“Anyway, how about I show you where town is?” Damon questioned, clearly content to talk to people. He seemed quite friendly for such a battle eager loon… But he clearly meant well… Even if he was a bit of a goofy loaf.
It was then Azanor would perk up.
“So your kind speaks common?” Azanor decided to ask. It seemed even Azanor knew nothing about his people. Then again, he did mention he never heard of Vargstam.
“Oh! No, not at all… But I learned from my older brother. He is a very smart guy. He can read books good. Unlike me, I learned common from him, but books are too hard. They are better for throwing practice, I say! Hahaha!” Damon admitted contently. He seemed to also not have an indoor voice at all. He was definitely a bit of a brute.
“Don’t enjoy reading, huh?” Kazius questioned.
Kazius’s first hint to a response was another loud laugh.
“Nope, I can’t read at all!” Damon exclaimed, acting a bit too proud to admit such a thing.
Then again, Kazius wondered if being literate was even something that was common at all.
Not like it mattered, they had bigger issues at hand. They had to get somewhere safe… And despite treatment Alice didn’t wake up at all. She was unconscious still and it worried Kazius, so he hoped to be able to take her somewhere indoors. It would be good if at least she could rest on an actual bed.
With that in mind, Kazius decided the best option would be to carry her.
“Okay, we can go.” Kazius agreed, motioning Eve and Azanor to follow.
“Come along then!” Damon exclaimed contently, leading the way.
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