27 Chapter 27 - Let the blood hit the floor (2/2)

”Everything, good priest, I swear to him my soul, my life and my love. I would do anything to further this crusade for the great Three!” the strange woman spoke like a bird, her body twitching from side to side, and her veins popping as the conflicting blessings of the dark and the Three fought within her. For the mindpower to control such opposed powers, she had earned Jack's respect.

”She speaks the truth,” Phillip hissed as if he would have taken great pleasure in seeing her set aflame along with her raised dead.

”Might you bring some of the corpses along too, good Captain? I could embalm them so they would survive a long journey, and surely having such sacrificial pawns would be useful in the great crusade,” the necromancer with priest powers said, alongside much bowing and drivel.

Nodding, Jack returned his attention to the battle.

Below a claymore wielding barbarian was starting to make a strong impression, lopped off limbs and screaming men left wherever he charged. Entering a berzerkers fury he grew slightly larger, and his skin became a hazy red. Erratic and uncontrollable, he swung in wide arcs until he had the misfortune of running into the Forest Troll.

The first swing of his sword bit deeply into the Troll's side, but the troll hit back before there could be a second. Send flailing backwards, claymore still lodged into the Troll's side, the berzerker could only froth at the mouth as he scampered to his feet.

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”Die little man!” the Forest Troll roared as he pushed the berzerker over, then stamped on his chest until his insides became his outsides and blood washed across the stone.

”Let's get the troll out next, he'll just kill everyone else otherwise,” Jack said, pulling the troll up with all the strength his chains could muster. It was a slow process, but once he was pulled out the combat below became a little fairer. Next, he pulled out the berzerkers corpse and the 'Green boys' for the thankful necromancer. To do so with his holy chains hurt Jack dearly, but such were the punishments of losing his titles. This was what he was reduced to now.

Cracking his stiff neck, Jack continued to evaluate the performance of the four hundred criminals that already had been whittled down to a hundred.

With more butchery to go, Jack massaged his eyes, intent on watching to the very end.