Chapter 214 (1/2)

Book 2, Chapter 71 – The Butcher

Oddball had been keeping an eye overhead while Cloudhawk dealt with the sweepers It turns out it was a good decision

With Oddball's help he was able to pick out the people hiding a for their chance He never would have spotted theht he would have been left open to a sneak attack he ht not have walked away from

Clap… clap… clap That was the first thing he heard

“You're better than I thought”

Two figures stepped out fro, one burly and the other thin As they appeared froer one was a hideously ugly man covered in scars, while the thinner one was his complete opposite with blonde hair and handsome features It was the handsome one who spoke

They wore the sa the they had also chosen to remove all their clothes back at camp These were the sort Cloudhawk had to respect

The pair looked at the corpses scattered beneath their feet and realized their assuht harder than your average punk He had to be about middle of the pack, compared to the other trainees

Cloudhawk looked at theh he was careful to keep his features even “Let uess Frost de Winter hired you to take care of me”

The ugly one snarled like a beast as anger welled up in his eyes Cloudhaords were like gas on a bonfire He could feel the bloodlust pouring off of hi death I'll make sure to snap every bone in your scrawny body before I put you in the dirt”

His blonde coetic sh his voice was a little hoarse, it wasn't unpleasant to listen to In fact it was alnetic “How did you know? We've never ?”

His words were easy and earnest, without a hint of erous than the scarred thug

“You think it was hard to guess? Nah I felt it back at the caet me But we've neverfor someone I've pissed off If it were Atlas he'd do it hih all this trouble That leaves Frost de Winter, the only one left with the means and motive”The bullet wound on Cloudhawk's chest had stopped bleeding and there was already new skin stitching the hole closed He gently stretched through the healing process to get himself back in top shape as fast as possible The sound of popping joints followed “Only Frost underestirels like you can't finish the job”

“Self-confidence is a good thing” The blonde haired ely nodded his head, completely unconcerned He seeht – he does look down on you But you shouldn't make the same mistake with us This fellow here is called the Butcher He has an eight year service record as a demonhunter Fifty-nine missions under his belt, none failed As for me –“

“Why are asting our fucking breath?!” The scarred rown impatient Butcher didn't care about any of this shi+t Yeah er than they expected, but he still wasn't worth his salt His voice carowl “I kill every one of these lowlife wasteland fucks I co the life from your body even if I never onna kill this piece of shi+t all by myself”

Perhaps afraid the blonde man would steal his fun, the Butcher raced into action Cloudhawk felt the big or lock onto him

'The Butcher' wasn't a pleasant nicknaiven hihbrow elysians the nas A name like that was a stain he earned for misdeeds He was a capable deot him into trouble

The Butcher's zeala wanton slayer of the wild and blaspheot his hands on, to the point where even elysians were terrified of him He took pains to murder those who considered unworthy in the , wole exaot away from his bloodlust

But what really pinned this moniker to hi down a blasphe everyone there The blood of the villagers flowed in rivers – a hundred souls snuffed out His… fervor earned the wrath of Skycloud's elite

That's why Augustus Cloude recommended him

The Butcher's loathing for wastelanders and blasphe, even without Frost's orders he would have happily killed Cloudhawk si to draw breath And he would have relished init as painful as possible

Murder! Such a strong thirst for death!

Cloudhawk had facedopponents, but none that made him tremble like the Butcher When the de a tidal wave of carnage, a torrential flood of rage that threatened to sweep everything away It see