Chapter 35 - Thirty-Three (1/2)

Fleeing was not an option for her anymore, and I could almost see the gears move in her head as her eyes opened wide, looking around as the ”fight” unfold.

Leonel didn't even move from the place he was on until now, only dodging on top of it.

He stops then, letting the sound back, but nothing really changes as the silence covers the battlefield filled with corpses, no Clothed Mummy left to use their mind control abilities.

He stays there, his golden eyes focusing on its prey, no emotions in display, only cold evaluation as if it was a mere daily event, unimportant. He slightly raises his chin, and a shadow covers his features, making a realization shot in my mind.

He ended her army so easily.

He was taking a 120 level creature attacks on.

And he could as easily kill me.

And here I thought I came to rescue him, just to end at the same level as the other's creatures around here; only to end up with my head in a lions mouth.

A mere squish and I was done for.

The Queen seemed to realize that too, because she curled her body submissively, as a gigantic snake could.

Then her white snout cracks open like a banana been peeled, and the humanoid Queen appears from the torso up, but instead of simply straps of rags she now wore them; they formed a white dress low on her bust, but tight enough so they would almost jump out of it, and curved cut sleeves falling off from her shoulders in a casual manner.

”Oh my little angel, I haven't realized before how strong you are.” She said, in a velvet voice that made me want to puke.

She fl.u.s.ters her eyelashes like a fly's wings, moving one of her fingers to a loose hair, complementing by squishing her b.r.e.a.s.ts by closing in her arms a little, making they jump out even more if that was even possible. S.l.u.t.

As Leo doesn't react she takes that as a good response, sliding forward a little, her lower snake part moving like some type of medusa, half snake haft human.

Leonel, however, only turns his head a little, and at the same time she shamelessly tries to attack him, her black hair turning grey and old as her skin aged in a mask of fury, her hands stretched for his neck, the nails bigger than the fingers.

And yet she never reached him.

He first kicks her hard on the side, making her curve up and cough out a mouthful of blood. Yet she still tries to act smug by curving her upper body in a very suggestive way; As if her attack right now never happened, dumbass.

Leo, however, continued his actions, oblivious to her acting. With a slight move from the tip of his sword, Leonel created a vacuum of air and light, a black sphere that seemed odd coming from a light user. She was locked inside the black bubble without air or light, but Leo wasn't patient enough to wait for her to die, he simply squished the bubble into a smaller form, tinier then tinier until it was the size of a fist.

How could that even support the bones and flesh of her?

Guess I would never know what became of her since Leo, with a swing from his fist, send the little ball flying across the city.

Alone again with Leonel, in a far more desert city, watching as he circles around the corpses of his fallen enemies with firm footsteps, his up straight figure, his deep piercing gaze, holding the sword sideways, made my instincts screamed for me to run, to hide, that the child walking forward wasn't what appeared to be.

My hands shook, cold sweat dripped on my back.

He was faster than I.

He was stronger than I.

No flight, no fight, I have never felt so impotent, not even when I fought a camp full of humans or when I battle a necromancer higher level than I, never.

Petrified as I was I didn't notice the final steps he gave to stay close to me, grabbing my hand in his.

”Thilgon.”

”Thilgon, look at me.”

Who was I talking to right now?

”Leonel?” I whisper, looking him in the eyes, only to find a sad glim in them. He squishes my hand a little and adds:

”I know all this sounds weird, but trust me, you, of all people, should never, ever fear me. I would never hurt you.”

But his words land on deaf ears; my mind was in a turmoil, the beast in me very aware of the difference in forces, like a cat will always stay alert of a dog, even if raised together, or a knight will never go behind a horses hooves, even if he handles the horse for years.

You just can't simply turn it off. Is instinctive.

I let him guide me by the hand, as he said something about not having to look for another exit anymore since the problem was dealt with.

Just like that we were back at the massive building with a tower, no longer been bother by any creature, even when I was sure they saw us, as I'm sure I saw them; they were afraid of us.

As if the building brought me back to my body I pull my hand off from his grip. Hell with it, he can kill me, he might as well do it, but I won't cower from it; what my brother would say if he saw me that way?

Submissive my ass.

”A little show off back there weren't you?” I ask as he turns, smiling softly, but somehow more contained, like he went from 0 degree to upside down 360 degrees, only to now stabilize in a 180 degrees.

I was getting a headache from even thinking about that.

How complex humans beings can be now?

”I wanted to put up a display. I told you it was to show you can trust me, and that I'm not lying.”

Well, it only made me trust you even less.

”And what about this: not lying, lying thing? You haven't even told me anything.”

”Hm… Indeed I haven't”