Chapter 41 - Hunter Owls (1/2)

Due to the agile reflex of the half-wolf, he managed to pull away with a leap backward, before the boy's punch hit the spirit and created a hole in the building.

”Get out of the way, little shit!” The boy, with white hair and large fangs, shouted at Luke right after the punch.

”Who are you?!” Luke insisted on the question because he didn't want to confuse the situation and end up attacking those angry little guys.

”Huh!?” From the brat's exclamation, it looked like Luke had just committed a crime. ”We're from the Hunter Owls Clan, dammit!”

”Who?”

”You're an idio—” Barrommm! The building below the two boys' feet began to resound. ”What the fuck is that now? I'm sure I blew that turd's head off.”

”He's immune to physical attacks, asshole!” said Luke with his back to the boy as he stepped off the shaking roof.

”Who did you call ass—” Barroooomm! The rumbling got even more intense. ”Ah, fuck!” stressed, the boy jumped into the hole next to him.

'He's an idiot...' Luke thought.

Seconds later, everything went quiet and even the building stopped shaking, however, unlike the archer who was proud of his brother, Luke already knew what was happening.

On the third floor of the building, the creature was choking the boy's neck with the crushing force of only one arm.

'It's not possible that I'm going to die like this...' The boy thought, while his consciousness was shaky and inaccurate. His thoughts were shuffling, and his greatest desires were bubbling up at that moment.

From the sound the muscles in the boy's throat made, Luke knew what was about to happen. The boy was dying.

”Sigh... let's go then...” spoke the half-wolf and jumped into the hole as well. Already knowing the location of his opponent, he left his sword ready for a slash during the fall, and gravity doubled his strength.

Vumm! Shack! Spirit's arm was ripped off and the boy was released. Within moments, Luke landed, caught the little irritant, and delivered a right kick to the monster's stomach, repelling it backward.

”Cof... Cof...” The boy coughed, leaning on Luke's shoulder, ”W-who the hell are you man?”

Hastily, Luke threw himself through one of the windows of that industrial building, which seemed to be abandoned, grabbed the trim from it, and propelled himself upward toward the building the archer was in.

In the elf's vision, the half-wolf was almost flying, and after she noticed her brother in his arms, she was stunned.

After Luke landed, she dropped her bow aside and ran toward him, ”What happened? Where's the monster?”

As if by fate, the red figure floated out of the same hole in the roof of the building that was made by his fall.

”Hurgh... He's not a normal monster...” said the irritated one, with his hand on his throat.

”Stay out of it and go call for help from the Guild. This monster is practically immune to physical attacks, so we need mages or lots of warriors. For now, I will distract him.” spoke the half-wolf, afraid that these two geniuses might get in his way as well.

”Ah, fuck it...” The elf went to her bow, took a pointless arrow from her quiver, and shot high into the air.

Zimm! The arrow flew up to a certain height and as it started to fall, it exploded. Boom! A vivid red ink could be seen.

”Why did you fucking call them out?!” The irritated one inquired, going at the woman, but Luke held him by the shoulder.

”That doesn't matter now, I will focus on the monster. If you don't go away, at least you didn't interfere.” the half-wolf said, squeezing the boy's shoulder hard, to make a clear message. 'If only Nathalia were here, we could enjoy her sorcery...'