Chapter Fourteen #2
My magic comes when I call it, and I create a fiery spear out of it, instructing it to cause the soldier standing over the top of the child immeasurable pain.
I release it as I step around the tree and jump straight into the battle.
There are shouts of shock as my spear makes contact with the soldier, and the supernatural howls in pain as he goes up in flames, and then everyone turns to me. I fight defensively against those I deem to be good, and Asael sings through the necks of the supernaturals in uniform.
There is absolutely no doubt in my mind that they are all supernaturals.
Several of them turn into beasts that I have never seen before, while magic and spells fly around.
The battle is even going on in the air, but something tells me that I need to keep my wings concealed, so I remain fighting on the ground.
I’m still happier fighting on the ground than in the air anyway.
The person I set on fire carries on screaming, and a smile stretches my lips.
Those who aren’t in uniform seem to understand reasonably quickly that I’m not trying to fight against them, but rather with them, and they clearly decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Although the Trojan people really should have, I mean, that was their downfall – not looking a gifted horse in the mouth.
Maybe that’s where the saying comes from? Although I guess that wouldn’t make a lot of sense, because if the saying did come from the Trojans, then it would be to always look a gift horse in the mouth?
Despite the fact that my mind has wandered, the battle carries on around Asael and me, and we make our way through the uniformed soldiers.
As I fight, I realize that the uniformed soldiers have attacked a camp, and there are a lot of people here.
The more I look around me while still making sure I take heads, the more I realize that this is not a temporary camp.
This has been here for a long time, possibly even years, and is incredibly well established.
They thought they were safe here.
I see one of the uniformed soldiers enter a tent and hear a terrified scream.
Not today, mother fucker.
Rushing through the battle, I push my way through the tent to see a woman, fire in her eyes, around the same age as I am, with deep blue hair trailing around her as she wields a sword like she was born to do so.
Her glowing blue eyes meet mine briefly, and I tilt my head to the side, signaling that I’m going to go to the left.
She nods and refocuses on the bloodthirsty creature in front of us, and I mean that literally.
He is some kind of vamp, but the teeth are different from those of the vamps that I have dealt with in the past.
I assume that you can kill them the same way though.
Most things die if you cut their heads off.
“I’m going to enjoy tasting you,” the thing hisses through his two sets of fangs.
“Over my dead body,” the woman growls back with just as much ferocity as I realize that she wasn’t the one who screamed.
She’s protecting someone.
My eyes quickly scan the tent, and I find another woman huddling under the bed, her eyes wide with fear.
He carries on spouting disgusting things, and the woman simply looks bored until he attacks, and a wide smile crosses her features as she dances out of his way. I’m not entirely sure that she actually needs my help. In fact, I know that she doesn’t.
She’s fucking good.
Really good, and from how much she’s enjoying it, I would bet that we’d get along great.
The vamp thing makes a weird clicking gurgle sound, and suddenly the tent flap next to me opens.
Clearly, the clicking sound was calling for backup.
The woman’s eyes widen slightly as she catches sight of him, and I grin. Hoping she reads it as a ‘don’t worry, I’ve got this’ smile and not an ‘I’m incompetent and have no idea how much danger I’m actually in’ smile.
The uniformed soldier who has just walked through the door is a different kind of supernatural to the vamp, which is made obvious by the fact that his eyes are split like a snake, and I notice that his tongue is forked as it slithers out of his mouth to taste the air.
Its gaze snaps to me, and he grins.
“Ah, a rare treat indeed, you’ll be the perfect snack,” he hisses, his eyes glowing.
I point Asael at him, “First of all, thank you, I am a snack.” I hear the blue-haired woman snort, which means we’re at least somewhere that knows something about Earthism’s.
I continue talking to the know confused looking snake man, “Secondly, that was really fucking creepy. You should work on that, and last but not least, I’m no one's fucking snack, bring it, hissy face.”
Snake man's eyes cloud with anger, and then he leaps at me as huge curved fangs protrude from his gums, dripping with venom.
Yeah, I definitely don’t want this fucker to bite me. I just hope that he’s not the kind of snake that can spit venom at me, because that’s going to suck.
The fucker spits.
Shit.
Of fucking course.
Diving out of the way, I send Asael away. He’s just going to make dodging and diving more difficult, and Snakey Boy is proving to be more challenging than I thought.
Which is really fucking awesome, actually. I like a challenge, and he looks like he’s going to be a good one.
He starts to mumble, apparently, these supes can cast spells as well. Isn’t that fantastic?
Actually, it is kind of awesome, but I’m not about to tell this fucker that.
I’m going to have to use my magic again. That’s the only way that I’m going to be able to take him down.
“Be careful how much magic you show them, they aren’t to know yet,” the Voices tell me clearly.
Well, alrighty then.
I’m not going to even bother trying to get them to explain more. They’ve gone back to muttering indecipherably.
Plus, Snakey Boy is determined to spit on me, which is gross on so many fucking levels, and will no doubt be fucking painful if he actually manages to do it.
I duck another deadly spit, gross, my eyes widening as it hits the grass next to me and fucking sizzles.
“My venom will melt the skin from your body,” he hisses.
I grimace. That is a really unpleasant image to have shoved into my mind.
He spins as he tries to bring himself closer to me and starts muttering again.
He clearly needs to speak the spell out loud in order to make it work.
So if I take away his ability to speak and pronounce the words properly, then he shouldn’t be able to finish the spell, which I am almost completely certain will be very painful for me, and most likely end with my death.
I have no intention of visiting the Darkness Friend today.
I let him get into my personal space again, dodge another spit, and then jab him straight in the fang. It snaps, and I jump backward as venom and blood spew from the snapped-off tooth, and he howls in agony.
Before I can take his head while he’s distracted, he disappears.
I narrow my eyes as I stay in a fighting stance, holding Asael in my hand loosely as I glance around.
He can’t be just gone.