87 Chapter 15 - TownHall Brawl (2/2)
Turning to the guards Kenji stomped over, ignored their attempts to wound him and battered them away from George. ”I've got you, just keep yourself together,” Kenji grumbled, touching at the red dripping from his chest where an axe was now buried deep.
A spear planted itself in his back, and a mace shattered the thick bone of his knee. Stumbling down, Kenji raised his hands and bellowed...not that the enemy seemed to care.
Werewolf servants exploded into the room on a trail of snarls. Raking their claws along the wooden walls, they seemed frenzied in their desire to sink their fangs into Kenji's neck. Outnumbered, Kenji put up his fists, the wound at his stomach healing over thanks to the Troll's regeneration.
But what now? All alone they might be able to bring him down through sheer force of numbers.
At that moment a golden light blasted through the open windowsill, and the eyes of the werewolves in the room went from yellow to gold.
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”No, no no no no no...” George whispered, even as the werewolf servants suddenly become calm, and looked around confused. ”Help Grankash destroy these monsters!” roared George, the servants following his command immediately to rip into the backs of the guards, throwing their weapons aside and peeling aside their armour to feast of their bodies.
”What's wrong - that was Tenko, right? She saved them,” Kenji sighed and rubbed the shattered bone in his knee as it was slowly stitched back together.
”No, Grankash knows. That power lasts only a short time, and is the last resort. Priestess Tenko has fallen, wherever she fights, she has just used the last of her power,” limping to the Mayor's body, George-Grankash pulled free a series of black vials.
When the golden power fled, and the moon turned back to its white shine, the werewolves resumed their aggressive stance as they approached Kenji. Yet ready, Grankash raised up the vials and caught their attention.
”They obey whoever provides the doses,” Grankash explained, handing out a little vial to each of the werewolves in turn. They scratched at their skin as they waited, biting their lips so hard blood oozed down their chin. Grankash had to pour the mixture in their mouth directly, ”otherwise they'd eat the glass too. Get's in their system that way, Grankash has seen it too often.”
”And you? Did you use to take-”
”Do not speak of that. Grankash is strong, but the medicine still calls to me,” Grankash visible shook as he unstoppered each bottle, a monumental amount of willpower preventing his relapse.
”Then allow me, I can do it for you.”
Grankash growled, and continued to administer the medicine. Kenji nodded and stepped away, allowing the werewolf warrior to continue to take care of his own. Outside it sounded as if the fighting had ended, soon Caster and the rest would enter demanding a plan.
Taking over the dead Mayor's body for a time, Kenji formed one. When he learned all he needed to he threw the corpse aside, not wanting it's putrid guilt, even if he now knew the Mayor too was just a pawn. Fed the very same medicine, he was as addicted and dronelike as the rest. But realising the Mayor could prove useful later on, Kenji reluctantly put the body back on, and readied himself to rally what remained of Essenark's fighters to the cause of destroying the Witch.
The Witch it seemed, was truly the root cause of every evil in Essenark. And with her removal, the entire land could finally heal from her corruption. To that end, Kenji would take this body that had been a pawn for so much evil, and make it a pawn for good instead.
He prayed to the Truthblade that the spirit of the Mayor would see some peace for that, and that the great shame of what his drugged self did failed to haunt him into eternity.