74 Building Foundations (1/2)

Draig was once again sent crashing but this time he was sent through the wall of the cave.

”Pathetic, you've only been able to fend off my attack five minutes” complained the Founder but something odd was going on outside with Draig.

In the the month Draig had been gone Zarra's spell had reached over most of the continent blotting out the sky, the people of the land believed it to be the end of days as Gregory's corpses began to grow in number and walk the earth searching for the young Feratu. However it was Jared who was the most terrifying as those Dark clouds dripped blood dying the landscape, but it was when those drops made contact with Draig's skin that it happened.

”I found the boy” came the demonic echo as Jared stood with Zarra and Gregory following.

”Where is my boy” asked Zarra as the ominous mist drifting from him began to pour from his being.

”The ancient range” stated Jared bloodlust clear in his voice.

”My legion is already rising there” rasped Gregory green flames burning where his eyes once were.

”Then let us go and retrieve him and slay that insolent fool” growled Zarra as a rift opened.

The demonic trio that had plagued their enemies with the most heinous of acts had reawakened promising death to the one who take from them.

Meanwhile Draig covered his mouth so he wouldn't consume any of the blood, there was only one type he would settle for and it certainly wasn't crimson.

”Hurry back boy, we aren't done yet” called the Founder angrily his eyes glaring down at Draig.

”It's raining blood” muttered Draig in wonder.

”It's going to be raining your blood if I have to come out there to get you” snarled the Founder walking to the hole only to see that it was in fact raining the crimson liquid.

However corpses began to rise from the ground at this moment causing the Founder to be confused.

'This isn't the corpse field, what's going on' thought the Old monster with narrowed eyes.

”Very well, time to see how far you've come. I want you to kill these corpses in the time it takes me to become soaked in this bloody rain” stated the Founder as he stepped out and allowed it to dye his body.

Draig didn't wish to see what would happen if he failed and drew his Ivory blade but a grumble from the Founder made him drop the weapon.

”Sword training is next week” stated the Founder as more of the crimson liquid hit his body.

Draig grunted in acknowledgement before charging into the Hoard displaying the skills he had learned during the month, it wasn't actually a style as much as it was survival instinct. Attack and dodge without wasting any movement but it seemed these corpses were stronger and more adept than they appeared.

Draig dodged under a swipe from a sword before spinned around the jab of a spear before spinning ferociously smashing a head into bits, the gore sticking to his heel as he jumped only to find a rock pelting him.

”Don't get flashy, combat is fought with the most power on the ground” roared the Founder pelting the young Feratu with four more bullet like projectiles drawing a pained growl.

Draig stood again and began the deadly dance again he dodged and ducked under many strikes while returning his own.

”Runt, you can't always dodge”chuckled the Founder as sick amusement danced in his eyes watching four large corpses swung massive blades in such timing that he couldn't go under nor to the sides and jumping was forbidden.

'Damn it, I think he just want's me dead' thought Draig in anger as he through his hands to the side attempting to stop the blades causing another rock to pelt his wrist but with the force to pierce it.

”Only a fool blocks with their bare hands” sneered the Founder causing Draig to forego that idea.

”Parry” roared the Founder thinking Draig to be nothing more than a idiot.

'Of course' thought Draig shaking his head as time seemed to slow down upon the Blades getting closer.

His hands moved casually as it hit the flat sides of the blades sending them off course and into the necks of the other corpses.