Chapter 310 (1/2)

Book 3, Chapter 46 – The Good Die Young

Cloudhawk dragged the old h a series of walls, but eventually had to stop The effort quickly exhausted him

When the drunkard saho it was that saved his life, he gave a wry shty child When did you enter thearound”

“Ia sneak, I can't compare to you, old h” Cloudhawk ive the drunkard sass, even rolling his eyes “fuck, coovernor What if you succeeded? Did you think you were just gonna walk out of here? You pack a punch, no doubt, but there are limits to the number of people one person can handle If you died it wouldn't be any skin off my ass, but then Autumn and I would be iet us in some shi+t!”

He responded in a stern, dry voice “So life while dead inside I a but a discarded cripple There is no difference between living and dying forhile beforeyou two up in this? Well, I hadn't given it any thought”

Well, that was pretty fuckin' frank

Cloudhaas at a loss “Who the fuck are you, anyway? Why the hell do you want to kill Ravenous Tiger?”

Before he could respond, the sound of heavy footsteps interrupted About a dozen soldiers were closing in from different hallways They bore crossbows, the sort used by elysian military, and in the cramped interior of these hallways a concentrated burst was deadly Even a high-ranked deh corner

Cloudhaas co his nose in this business The bitter realization that he was neck-deep in shi+t practically turned his face green [1]

Playing the hero was definitely not in his wheelhouse if it didn't concern him, especially if there were no damsels in distress involved hell, he wouldn't even earn a round of drinks for his trouble The probleh would no longer be a safe place for therab a powerful ally while he was at it, nohis choices noas only going to get him killed

“Do you have any spare weapons?” the old rowled

“Just this” Cloushawk tossed him an exorcist staff “You'll have to make do”

When the guards found the two intruders they didn't spare a ht away the fa filled the hallways, as a volley of bolts came their way Cloudhawk's face paled as he was forced to call on the phasing stone again The bolts slipped harh hi to break his concentration It was a significant burden, especially since he was drawing on the last rey

Cloudhawk could lean on the phasing stone's power to protect him But what of the old man? He anxiously watched the bolts come, afraid that he'd saved the cripple only for him to turn into a pincushi+on et so this shi+thead's life Without even so ht the drunk walked in and kicked a hornet's nest Now, they were in a world of trouble

He was stillover what to do when the cripple reacted Eyes hard, he lifted his staff and raced toward their attackers – right into the storm of crossbow bolts With the staff he knocked away the shots aimed at his most sensitive areas, but he couldn't protect his whole body Many found purchase, yet as they struck hi an iron sheet They ricocheted off without leaving a ed at them, the walls and floors in his wake bristled with arrows

Cloudha the whole thing What sort of skill was this?

The olda relic, he would have been able to tell He was relying on physical ability alone The only way it was possible was through martial ability, true power In the instant a bolt reached hi his flesh

This level of skill was al and master over one's true poas incredible

Cloudhawk had always suspected that this old hter than him, and this confiro head to head with a veteran demonhunter and have the upper hand He had to be a superior demonhunter himself, or better Even with Cloudhawk's suspicions, he'd underestimated what the boozer was capable of

Although it was obvious he had considerable psychic ability, the old man's superiority was in his physical skill Sadly, so injury had left hireat deal of potential Up to now, the greatest martial artist Cloudhawk had ever seen was Eckard Skinner, the instructor from hell's Valley But several men like him still couldn't compare to this lame old man

Then he swung the exorcist staff

He was still several h the relic they all were surotesque display of blood, bone and quivering innards

Absolutely incredible! The scene re he'd heard once;

The greatest deons of their craft They were the city's governor, Arcturus Cloude; Inquisitor General of the League of Deht-Commander of the demonhunter military forces Sterline Cloude

Chief areatest demonhunter in recorded history, was Arcturus Baldur was sadly killed, but as that Sterling had been gravely wounded

It couldn't be that this sht have saved, Cloudhawk's heart lit up They wasted no ti the scene of destruction the old man left, but the Warden shouted his questions as they ran “Hey old man, how did you protect yourself from those bolts? Can you teach me that?”

“You just figured out how to use spearhead and now you expect to learn one of the sanctuary's greatest abilities? Learn to crawl before you can fly”

“shi+t Don't worry about whether or not I have the skill, it doesn't cost anything to teach me”

“Let's see if we survive first!”

“I'll hold you to that!”

Cloudhawk finally found soed to escape et the drunk to teach hi no a in your lap, you'd be an idiot to pass it up

As they raced ahead, their as suddenly blocked off by an oreen orbs appeared in their path, like innumerable fireflies

Pervasive fluctuations of deadly poafted from them, a fact Cloudhawk felt wash over his body He couldn't hide his puzzled and concerned expression “The fuck is this stuff? Each one is like an independent relic”

“Castigation Do not touch it, don't even get close If it reaches you, you're dead”