43 Guilds will fall and Armies will burn (2/2)
”Now we can continue” chuckled Draig looking fierce but elegant in a twisted way.
Pointing forward with his cane a bolt of lightning suddenly shot out and pierced three Guilders, by this point shocking the rest back into action.
He did not care and swung his cane actually crunching the bones of his opponent on impact, it was a brutal scene as this monster casually strolled through the battlefield his eyes on the leaders. Any who stepped onto his path were unable to penetrate his armor and were doomed to receive some sort of attack from the bizarre weapon.
Pointing out with his cane again the crowd became bewildered as they saw the cane itself activate a skill. Multiple blades of wind flung out and cleared the way for Draig to approach the leaders, each of them tensing as they watched this monster step closer to them leisurely.
”Seems we meet again Guild Heads” stated Draig as he surveyed the surroundings casually.
”You may all continue” ordered Draig breaking everyone from their trance.
”On to business, I am curious why you have chosen this moment to make a move. I am sure you are aware of the situation at hand” stated Draig taking a pause to hear some type of response.
”Simple we chose the best moment to get rid of you and your house of freaks.” stated the Suave man, he knew it was pointless saying anything else so spoke his mind.
Unfortunately for him his head ended up an ornament on the ground.
”I see, so you would rather be annihilated than to work together for victory” asked Draig concealing his skepticism.
”Who is to say whether we would be annihilated, we saw an opportunity to be rid of you and we took it” answered the Old Potion Master
”I can understand your reasoning but not the timing behind it. It would've done more for you if you had waited and chosen the last battle to be rid of me. It is too late for that option now though” stated Draig tapping his cane on the ground and sending a spike of earth through the Old Potion Masters Chest.
The remaining Guild Masters had reached for their weapon but found themselves frozen on the spot, looking towards Draig they saw into the very depths of this monster's gaze. Overwhelming disgust was the most prevalent of the emotions in that gaze, vindication was a close second with glee being the third. These Guild Masters gave up on their intent to battle causing Draig's gaze to only be filled with more disgust.
'Trash like this doesn't even deserve a chance to fight' thought Draig as he punched the tip of his cane into the bodies of these Guild Master rapidly and they began to shrivel crudely.
A small glow took over the skull on the cane, looking closely you could see a similarity to a certain staff. A pale hand rubbed the top of the skull affectionately as he relished in the screams and sounds of death occurring all around him like a symphony.
'At least these fools were kind enough to bring me more soldiers and resources' thought Draig as a pressure began choking the area.