116 This is My Avatar: Draigs Sorrow (1/2)

Draig stood in the Kori clan compound watching their smith measure for a sheath, he didn't wish to let the blade out of his sight due to the fact this smith had been eyeing the blade greedily since he set first caught a glimpse of it. Even Lord Kori had shown an unnatural longing for the sword constantly asking to touch it, it was really a wonder what could have made this sword like this.

”How much longer” grunted Draig as he had watched this person take the same measurement  for the fifth time.

”Ah Ah Ah, you can't rush perfection” chastised the smith an old wretched looking man that reminded him more of Marco than a human.

”If you can't do it then say so and I will ask someone else to make the sheath” sneered Draig, he was aware of what the man was doing.

”That won't be necessary, just allow me to take this to the back and I will find the proper material to house such a wonderful piece of work” smiled the detestable little man.

”It will stay here where I can see it” spoke Draig causing the little man to falter a bit and show a bit of annoyance.

”Then how will I know what best fits this fine blade” asked the man as he started reaching for the handle.

Draig narrowed his eyes and caught the hand reaching for the blade surprising the old man with his speed.

”It doesn't need to match just make a sheath” stated Draig causing the man to look at him with a furiously for depriving him from laying a hand on the sword.

”You won't be keeping this sword so hurry up and make my sheath” grunted Draig as he took his sword by the handle and laid it on his shoulder to emphasize his point.

The old man seemed to become a bit ravenous after being told he wouldn't keep it but Draig didn't care, he would kill this person before he allowed him to take his possession.

The old man glared at Draig before going into the back room and doing as he had been tasked and he came back with a crimson sheath though he still looked unhappy.

However it wasn't until Draig reached for the sheath that he found out how angry the man was as a knife swung at his wrist and slashed him, the Feratu was taken by surprise as he held the bloody apendage.

”Just give me the sword boy and I won't have to sully your remaining sword hand” stated the Old man with a vicious snarl on his face.

”You dare threaten me” asked Draig as he wiped the blood from the wounded wrist to reveal flawless skin beneath it shocking the old man as Draig pulled out his Rapier.

The things wouldn't cut but he was certain it would hurt very badly, with that thought a rapid series of jabs came from Draig and the old man looked as if he was being riddled with bullets as each impact of the tip of the blade seemed to come faster than the last. Finally Draig stopped and looked at the man on the ground as he watched the poor oaf cough up blood from internal injuries.