62 Manners (1/2)
”We are here...”
Michael and Winter were elegantly falling from down from the sky. descending into a small flatland they were both rather familiar with. For it was here the old cave monkey hideout laid.
Michael landed in the previous camp and looked around the earthy environment covered by stones and trees. Was this where Winter and her people had stayd?
”Why isn't there anyone here, Winter?” Michael tried asking her, as even with his bestial senses he was unable to find anyone nearby.
She also eyed down the area, not sure where everyone had gone to.
”Uhm. I remember we all went into the cave nearby and placed down all our supplies.” Winter felt a bad premonition roll over herhead as she eyed down the stone tunnel carved in a nearby boulder.
Michael looked around the barren land and felt a small tingling sensation travel down his neck.
'Feels like I just walked into a dining hall.'
He didn't bother much about the rest, only looking down at the girl resting in his arms with a smile.
”Fine. I just want that map, Winter darling.”
She made a sour face after hearing him. Spitefully snapping back at the man with an aggressive tone.
”Please...don't call me darl..” However, before she could finish, several knights suddenly materialized out of thin air. All clad in some neat iron armour covered by different insignias, and holding their own jagged longswords. Each one different in length and size.
”FREEZE!” The male knight closest to them barked at the two. Engulfing their bodies in an energy peaking at the higher general layer.
Winter was the first one to react to this man's provocation. Feeling that she had met him before.
”C...Commander?!”
The knight captain eyed down the crippled girl inside the beast's arms. Looking down at the blood patches and tear stains falling from her head and body only further fueld his anger. Making him impulsively snap at Michael with his covered eyes.
”Looks like Mr Wilsen was right...” He sighted. Letting his rough and icy voice cover the surrounding soil with a layer of frost.
He looked back up at the two with a newfound determination. Not willing to let this freak torture the innocent girl any longer.
”Worry not, Professor Winter! We will save you!” His voice boomed out with a cold aura, causing the surrounding temperature to drop even further.
”Unhand her, beast!”
”Let miss winter go!”
”I will deliver the final strike!”
Several other soldiers all shouted at Michael after seeing their commander so boldy go on the offensive. Now having complete faith in their triumph.
Sadly, as they all hyped themselvs up, Winter only grew more desperate and unwilling. Wildy fighting herself out of Michael's embrace and heavily dropping to the ground whilst crying.
”NO!! PLEASE PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS!! I BEG OF YOU..” But even with the agony squeezing her heart, she was not even allowed a single moment of attention.
”Is...Is this for me?!” Michael looked at the knight squadron with an almost ecstatic smile. Feeling like he had just arrived home right at the moment christmas had begun.
However, none of them cared for his grin. Only trying to further agitate him with a nasty round of insults and a pair of reassuring lines for Winter.
”Calm down Mrs Winter! We will gut this dog and free you!”
Michael's smile seemed to grow more stable as he looked at them. Confidently taking a step forward while walking straight past the crying and wriggling girl beneath his feet.
'Mabye santa sendt me this gift from earth?'
The knight commander once more shouted at Michael while he proceeded towards them. Forever sure of his victory even with the arrogant demeanor of this thing.
”Any last words before we send you of, you filthy stray?”
However, as the knight was prepared for a violent cry for battle, he was left rather speechless by the casual answer the beastlord gave him. Not finding any sense in this, as he had never encountered an animal with such a easy going personality.
”Yeah, actually, I was wondering about something.”
”Your final rites will be given.” The knight commander starred him down from behind his armour. Hidding his wrath underneath the jagged metal helmet.
”Are you married?”
Michael's answer seemed to have greatly shocked him. Not completely sure how this guy would just waste his last words on such a dumb question.
”What? What are you....Forget it. Yes, I am. How about it?”
Hearing his answer only made Michael's smile deepen. Further spiking up the knight's uncertainty.
”Well, your wife just got cucked.”
The commander only seemed more dumbstruck by each word this wolf humanoid muttered. Now really wondering if the world had turned around on its head.
”Excuse me?”
”Because you are all about to f***ed by this great beastlord!” Michael's eyes began to glitter with a chaotic stream of red and yellow. Almost as if his intent to attack would manifest itself before their eyes.
The commander looked at his dark red fur which began to spike up with a lighter glint. Unsure of how this weird aura was created, and where it belonged to.
”Hmpf! You talk big for someone on the lower ladder of the food chain, Beastmaster!”