71 Major Chess Piece (2/2)
Huh? Seriously what the hell are they talking about... Well, 'Pawns' as they are they will always find ways to inspire themselves to stupidly admire their echelon even more, no matter how stupid they really are... It's not that different from Earth's ancient politics.
”Coward? If I am indeed one, doesn't that make all of you plain defecates? On what set of taboos did you presume that I will not use cheap tricks? And did we set some rules that state that I can't?”
”Well-”
”Hmmm... Pathetic. If you got time to point fingers then blame this to the one who sent you to take the little girl captive. You suddenly showed up, assuming that I'm weak because I'm a human novice. Challenging me to a duel which clearly is one-sided because all of you are already fond of this realm and then there's me who just arrived. Now tell me who's the coward?”
They stood too corrected to even dare say a word.
”What's worse is that you even assumed that I would fight hand-in-hand with such an experienced overrated hero. Hmmm... But really, your main mistake was being involved with us... both me and the girl.”
Those pawns who proclaims to be a dignified party of assassins now really do piss me off...
Without any known bounds, unable to kill it because of its impeccable regeneration, I chained the Gorgon, holding it down unable to inflict even the slightest of damage... But I've got an idea. If I can't kill the summon itself, then its weakness might be the one it is trying to protect... that muscle man... An integral piece in this implicit game of chess with a freaking unkillable rook.
”So, you've already figured it out?” asked the priest.
”Yes... Quite the obvious shenanigan. I think that killing him would somehow silence this Gorgon up.”
With both the summon and the summoner unable to move for the time being, amid the presence of the chains... I then undauntedly began to walk towards the shackled hero... And there, right in the middle of the Gorgon's encirclement was the man who's still holding onto his life...
”Yow..” I greeted.
”TSK CURSE YOU, SHAMING ME IN FRONT OF MY MEN LIKE THAT.”
”Curse all you want... I'm gonna have to kill you.”
Out of the myriad of weapons I can choose, I picked the most noble-looking one to at least fit the murder weapon used to kill this revered and rash hero. I stood a 'winner'. A 'victor' so to say, in this little masquerade. But...
”Gh..Gh... GHA GHA GHA GHA GHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” A demented laugh psurted out from the shackled man's pursed lips....
”Laughing your death is also a preferable option eh?” I replied with also a hysterical smile, delaying the easy kill...
”YOU UNDERESTIMATED US KID”
Huh?
”Paradigm Shift! Cancel!”
As I heard that declaration that came from someone else, a very graphic light with unknown origin bombarded the whole terrain. I covered my eyes from the weird brilliance as it really is eye-aching.
And slowly adapting to the sudden emanation of light, I slowly opened my eyes, and I beheld... my ink-made arsenal awaiting my instructions on-air, falling to the ground like mere straws and my chains stopped working. I can't even feel any charisma nor can I see any dark intent... it was as if, my paradigm has been negated. I can't use anything.
”Summon! Iron maiden...”
What I then noticed next was my inability to move my own body and slowly being veiled alive by the sudden appearance of a human-sized torture tool, that Rome used to have back in the middle ages.
It then closed with nothing more but an eerie creaking sound... and from afar, I could hear this slowly fainting cry of the little girl.
”Oni-chama!!!!!!”
(...........................)
Something hurts...
Where... did I falter?