Chapter 45 - Throwing-knives (1/2)

Shaaaac! A throwing knife slashed the throat of Letícia, who managed to find enough time to step back and hold the bleeding with her hand.

Attentive, Luke emerged from the shadows behind the black-haired woman and spoke: ”You're still alive, that's good... I need to ask you some questions.”

As she held the bleeder with her left hand, in her right hand she held a purple grimoire, and on its cover were three circles.

With a weak voice, she answered him: ”Ha... I was warned about someone strong in that case, I just didn't imagine it would be a half-beast.”

Without the hood, the half-wolf's ears were so obvious that even his bulky hair couldn't disguise it.

”They warned you? So, there are superiors? Look, I would expect no less from a growing sect.” Luke said as he drew his sword.

Letícia arched her eyebrows and took another step back. ”You... already know about us?”

The boy didn't answer her, he just kept staring at her.

”So, he opened his beak and told us everything... I knew we should have gone after his family first, to give them a message.”

The beautiful moonlight that night illuminated the rooftops of that hollow neighborhood, and that glow elucidated the angry expression that flashed across the half-wolf's face upon hearing that sentence.

Without saying a single word, Luke began to walk towards Leticia. As his steps broke through the clay tiles, the man took a deep breath and, in a single movement, shortened the distance between him and her.

His sword strike reflected off something and surprised the boy, who expected to kill her easily. Now, where the throwing knife first cut, there was a shield of crystallized blood.

A cheerful face appeared, Leticia's face, after understanding that Luke had not expected this.

”Looks like he didn't tell everything about us after all.” She said with a satisfied smile. Soon after, she opened the book that was in her right hand.

The half-wolf didn't want to test her cursing skills, because he saw a small demonstration of her power when not even a stroke of his sword could cut through her hardened blood.

Because of Luke's quick onslaught, Letícia quickly closed her grimoire and shouted:

”<Lance of Exile>!” Then, from the palm of her left hand, came a stake of blood, over half an inch long, which was fired at the boy.

His reaction was not quick enough and the stake hit him just below his shoulder. However, this small cost was outweighed by the reward Luke got next. The curved saber was masterfully used by that half-beast, who drove it into the belly of his opponent.

Phft! Leticia spat blood on Luke's arms and instinctively released the grimoire.

”A witch versus a knight... Phft! I knew I didn't stand a chance since I was surprised by you.”

Luke withdrew his sword and held the woman's limp body. ”Why did you choose this path?” he whispered in her ear.

Letícia smiled and replied: ”Power, of course... Phft! The curses... they are extremely stronger than ordinary abilities granted by genes... Even though they can't compare to an epic ability, they are still quite str...”

Immediately, the boy carefully placed the woman's body on the roof, towards the moon, as he understood that although she probably wasn't a good person, the scars on her face showed much more than her experience, but also her bravery.

'Lucky I made it back in time. Now I have to check on Kriolo.'