31 Firming the Grip continued (1/2)

Draig stepped through the gates with his troops behind him looking at the shocked Guilders standing around before cracking a small smile.

”Slaughter them” ordered Draig as he continued walking forward into the main building, he was going to make an example out of this Guild.

He encountered many of the older Guilders but with a swipe of his hand flames engulfed them burning their bodies slowly, he was feeling gratified at this scene knowing that his training was paying off.

Those who had witnessed the scene were petrified with fear now that the effect of Apex Predator was taking effect, this allowed Draig to carry forth effortlessly as the screams of battle echoed outside the building. This was not just a battle this was a one sided slaughter, his group had become an amalgamation of the different classes due to the skills inside the Skill stones removing the class requisite. This became more apparent as the casualties on the Guilders side steadily grew while the injuries on his side remained minimal.

Draig made his way to the biggest room drawing his rapier, he had been learning about the intricacies of the weapon he had refined from the blood of Guilders and found it had several odd quirks. The blood of those he had used to refine it retained their abilities just as it did if he consumed them allowing for a few interesting surprises for any who would cross paths with him.

Kicking in the door Draig saw that Ibacus was actually the rotund man from the little festivity he had been brought to by Zarra.

”You know why I am here, don't you” stated Draig smoothly

”Because I killed a few of your little group of traitors, don't think I am not aware of the tricks you monster employ” answered Ibacus as he pulled a mighty war hammer from his back

”I am sure I don't know what you mean by tricks” retorted Draig as he readied himself

The two stared at each other for a moment longer before Ibacus dashed towards Draig with a speed that was not natural to his size as he swung his hammer intending to leave Draig a smear on the ground but it was beyond his expectations that his hammer would just pass through Draig as if he wasn't there.

”This is what I mean by your tricks filth” yelled Ibacus activating a skill that caused his skin to turn red and his muscles to bulge

Draig slashed rapidly at Ibacus leaving small lacerations causing him to frown, he was aware he was no sword user the weapon just felt awkward in his hands. Suddenly bringing it up to block he found that the boosted strength of Ibacus shattered the blade easily but Draig still felt no loss, his best weapons were his claws.

Slashing the enraged Guild master Draig was now leaving deep gouges instead of the the little laceration left by the sword, an added bonus was the festering of the flesh from these swipes. Draig finally received a hit sending him flying out of the building followed closely by the berserk Ibacus who proceed to stomp Draig into the ground.

At least that was his intention but the Vampire burst into a murder of crows and the world began to distort.