67 Cavia Porcellus (2/2)
As he continues in his rather short-ranged and vexed pursuits, swinging his skeletal greatsword, little did he know that aside from the vigor to locate a hidden item or some sort, I am also actually injecting some inks in his body from the replicas of weapons that he can stop like it's nothing. I envision drops of inks taking in the form of tiny needles whose tips are only .20 millimeters, hence not giving any pain when being injected. Good thing that his heavy armory is not that durable to objects which are still a little bit far to being sub-atomic particles, or else getting the ink in his body would be wishful thinking.
”COME ON! MOVING LIKE THAT IS NOT GONNA GIVE ME MAGICAL WOUNDS YOU KNOW!”
”Oh, it will.”
”HAHH?”
And then he felt it...the excruciating pang even with the absence of outward wounds, as though having his insides continuously pierced by unprecedented materials.
”GUAHH!! W-WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME??!!” he slowly got down to his knees in front of me while spewing up blood as the tiny needles of ink inside penetrates his body's vital parts endlessly.
”Muscular system. Check. Lymphatic system. Check. Endocrine system. Check. Circulatory system. Check. Respiratory System. Check!... And it's only a matter of time before your nervous system will be penetrated next. ”
”GUH?? WHAT A-ARE, Y-YOU SAYING?”
”If I were you, I should just shut that loudmouth of yours. As we speak, your heart, lungs, kidneys, blood vessels, are now bombarded by tiny holes.”
” GAHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” he screamed in agony as a way to meliorate the ongoing pangs.
”Count Rosewald!” His worried underlings came to his aid, leaving their positions as some sort of self-initiative when they saw their great hero slowly dying out in their sight. Well, they can't just ignore seeing that, can't they?
But then, the gradually dying count's greatsword suddenly glows in dark greenish color, and just like that, stood up like nothing ever happened and like nothing has been killing him from the insides... And the underlings, found themselves being deceived by the person who they looked up to.
”Sir! What are you doing?”
”Sir please no, my sick daughter's waiting for me..”
Faint voices escaped from the mouths of the first two who rushed for aids, as their penurious soul has been sucked out from them by the skeletal greatsword. The most cliched way for a villainous character to recover.
”I TOLD YOU... YOU CAN'T INTRUDE IN A BATTLE BETWEEN MEN” he said with an obscurely large smile, pinpointing the statement to his, now-dead lackeys whose souls just got sucked out... Imagine a lifeless body whose been frozen for millions of years at the peak of Mount Everest? That's the closest picture to describe them.
”YOU SHOULD JUST FOCUS ON PROTECTING THE KURENAI FROM GETTING CAUGHT UP FROM OUR DUEL”
”Yes. I understand... not sure about your caring-lackeys though” The priest answered undauntedly while the other lower lackeys in their party were unable to say anything.
”WELL THEN KID, SHALL WE CONTINUE? I STILL HAVE TO BRING THE GIRL BY TOMORROW SO I MUST HURRY UP.”
”They were such nice servants ready to offer aid when you least expected the need for one...” I said.
”YES! OFFERING THEIR LIVES FOR ME TO RECOVER IS INDEED A VERY VALOROUS MOVE. GAH! GAH! GAH!” He replied as if we got ourselves in the mutual zone of understanding.
Hmmm. Is it just me or he misunderstood what I meant?... Either way, how arrogant and how selfish. I don't really care as to whatever happens to this man, but such cowardice is so overwhelming to witness and here I am, previously wishing that the denizens in this wold emblazoned as NÆthervale are far more intelligible than those back home. Turns out, it became 'partly' true, but in the most inconsequent ways. I should truly be careful what to wish for next time.
I have to express my greatest condolences though... Now that I know what's been keeping me from manipulating their negative aura...
An amulet with a small yellow crystal at its center wore either as a necklace, a bracelet or as a keychain for their weapons, have been boggling me now. How the hell would I know? Simple. I can see the item to be common for all of them. Even the priest has one left hanging on his scepter, the deceased two, and so did Count slash Dumb Hero Jobberwock Rosewald.
”Hey old man, I'll have you know that I'm not holding back now. Please do dance well and don't let the lives of those two you just killed lie in waste.”
”Did... DID YOU JUST CALL ME AN OLD MAN??”
”Pffttt Ha...Hahahahaha”... Do pardon, but I can't help but let out a very eerie expression... seeing how dumb the person I'm up against, letting such words trigger him... Well, he might as well be an authentic specimen for me to explore the extent of my paradigm very well. So, will you be my first 'Cavia porcellus' (Scientific term for Guinea Pig) in this realm, Count Rosewald?
”WHAT'S SO FUNNY KID? AND WHAT'S WITH THAT UNFAZED LOOK? YOU THINK YOU'RE ALL SET TO KILL SOMEONE LIKE ME JUST BECAUSE YOU MADE ME PUKE A LITER OF BLOOD?”
”Yes.” a simple answer indeed. No use wasting my saliva with the likes of him.