49 Up the ante (2/2)
I did not encounter any more strong magicians in the next fights. They all ended without any kind of suspense. 5 men died that way. Strangely whenever I killed a player, I got the feeling that those players felt something like remorse.
They still tried to throw magic spells at me, but they were lacking conviction, they just did not even try to fight seriously. So what's wrong this time? Who knows, what's up next I will just keep on killing them as long as they mind is clouded like that.
My job was easier then ever before after they had lost every will to struggle. They hung their heads down in utter shame and focussed just in keeping me in this encirclement, even their magic is not aimed at me anymore. So they are keeping me in check, but do not want to kill me anymore. Seems like someone else wants to finish me up and that person or group can threaten this whole crowd to follow their bidding.
Then I will use this time to recover as much energy as possible, otherwise, I will not have many opportunities to do so. Though to not raise any suspicion, I will have to be careful and should avoid acting strangely. Slashing yet another throat I thought about whether my current act was convincing enough.
In the near distance, several players jumped into the cave, but they were just observing instead of paying attention, it is likely that they are not the ones who I am going to face soon. More and more players I had killed returned but stood silently and kept watching from afar.
The players surrounding me did not get any support. As I took life after life, the surrounding field of players kept shrinking. I doubt that this fight will end on such an anticlimactic note.
They are just trying to buy time and that's why they keep me busy. They are not even doing a good job at it. I just play along, because I need the time as well. So I took my time and decreased my movement speed bit by bit. I still had to kill those players, to not blow my cover. I wanted to create the illusion, that all this fighting resulted in some serious consequences.
Seeing the elation on their faces, after watching my fighting capability drop considerable, supported my hypothesis that they were tasked to stop me for someone else. Simulating a breath that got heavier and heavier made it even more believable.
I guess they might see a light at the end of the tunne by nowl, the could proudly boast about how they kept such a dangerous creature in check. What does the weak not to do to get the recognition he craves for? Why else would they even attack me in the first place? Because I destroyed their really important competition? Give me a break. Those people only did such an event because they stood no chance, they are doomed to stayin the shadow of the really talented people.
In a world full of honour, it was their chance to shine, but alas they did not expect to fight a monster that is so tenacious. So after someone important arrives all they could do was support them, in their endeavour to get a small part of the spotlight. How pathetic. No wonder those kinds of people are destined to remain mediocre
The enemies number dwindled as each of them lost their lives to me. It was down to 10 people, if I wanted to I could have escaped any time by now, but I was curious, who could order them to such an extent.
Without any warning a blue flame approached me quickly, without looking I grabbed the next person to me and put him in harm's way. As his body was singed under the blue flame. I took a look at the general direction where the spell came from. Oh look another happy reunion, I was forced to suppress a tear of happiness. But looking at her face full of hatred made me think that she did not feel the same way as I do.
She began to yell at me, screaming something that I do not need to understand to get the general gist of it. The angry mob of henchmen behind her is helping in getting the point across. Right by her side stood another tall man, who looked me as I had done something atrocious to him. That duo of them began to point of me and the henchmen started to run towards me.
Looking at the angry mob running at me, I was forced to realize, that this might not be as easy as the previous fight. After all, those people do not act as brainless and are able to use actual tactics.
Preparing for the worst, I used my hair projectiles, to keep them on distance, but those were blocked with ease by their magic.
If they are not holding back anything, I will have to do the same. I hit my right leg, giving the queen the signal and rammed every fingernail into my stomach.The prelude was finally over.