Chapter 197: There is no honour in dying (2/2)

”Boom!”

He attacked and forced Ayaan to take more than a few steps back and smiled a bitter smile. ”I serve Lord Laun.”

Ayaan tumbled back and jerked his hand and winced, but in the end, he once more stood, tall, proud, looking into his enemy's eyes. Then he turned towards the man, an old man with white hair, as he fought with two women and shouted like a maniac when he could not take the upper hand. He cursed and shouted, howled like a moron, and gasped like a dog from time to time. Once more Ayaan turned towards Shawth and asked with some interest. ”Why do you serve someone like him?”

”It's none of your fucking business!” scowled the man and dashed at his adversary. Ayaan looked at him and laughed thunderously and as well dashed towards him. Not ready to look weaker than him, and when their weapons were about to meet, Shawth squatted down and sidestepped and ”Puchi!”

”Argh!” Ayaan howled miserably when the sickle grazed passed his back. If he had not acted at the last moment that sickle would have dug into his back and he would have laden on the ground, twitching, snorting, and on the mercy of his enemy. Life was as cheap as the salt, after all.

Ayaan maintained his distance from Shawth in a hurry and stood about ten meters away. However Shawth did not come after him immediately and stood where he was, trying to take long breaths. Ayaan placed his left hand on his back and felt warm liquid on it. Ayaan could almost imagine how his back must look right now, ragged, ripped, bruised, wet in blood. ”I thought you would like to fight head-on,” Ayaan shook his head self-mockingly at Shawth. He thought his enemy had some honour and wanted to fight him head-on, but it seemed Shawth did not share his thoughts.

”Head-on? Why would I?” Shawth almost laughed when he heard Ayaan and shook his head. ”There is no right or wrong in battle, no good or evil because there is no honour in dying, there can't be any honour in dying, dying is dying after all and every death is miserable and full of pain and misery. There is no such thing as honour in this world. Only the winner matters and that would be me today.”

Ayaan looked into the man's eyes and almost laughed at his own childishness. ”You are right. There are no right or wrong. Whatever the winner says is right.”

”You are a fast learner, boy,” chuckled Shawth at Ayaan's word. ”But it won't be any help.”

”We will see,” Ayaan winced in pain and his bones creaked in agony, but he ignored and grasped the hilt of his sword. At this moment his eyes turned cold as he looked ahead at the man. ”I had a feeling that you aren't a wicked man, so I was trying to find the reason you serve people such as Luan, but it looks like I was wrong, you do not differ from them.”

As he spoke, an unknown force covered Ayaan from all round and his face became colder and colder and his hair turned white as snow and fluttered in the air dashingly. He looked at Shawth and pointed with his sword. ”Come!”