38 A Bad Idea (1/2)

Knight's wings started to radiate a bright light as his feathery wings slowly turned into like steel blades.

The man noticed the lion is going for the kill shot but he couldn't do anything because he himself was struggling to fight the youth before him.

”Blade Rain”

The dwarves heard the lion saying and thought it was kind of a spell however at that moment the lion flapped its wings in the direction of the black-robed men.

”Ahhhhh” the man heard of his comrade shout in pain and glanced at the scene, for a moment he stopped fighting and looked at the scene before the lion without fighting with Don.the gory scene made his heart tremble, last night he had drinks with his comrades laughed and ate together but now they were lying on the pool of their own blood.

Their bodies were mutilated by the lion's last attack, some of the men's arms were cleaved clean off by the blade feather as others had their legs cut off.it was a merciless massacre none of his comrades had a complete body to bury, the man could even see some heads rolling on the ground with eyes open.

”We just planned ta rob this freaks yeh ” one of the dwarfs said in a husky voice seeing the bodies of the black-robed men.

On the other side behind the carriage, Uncle Dior was trying very hard not to throw up while Knight closed his wings and it turned to the usual feathery wings instead of steel blades. Just a thought of a time when he argued with Knight made him shiver in fear, he had seen his fair share of killing before but not a gruesome massacre like this, from the beginning to the end this was not a fight it was a massacre.

”It's time to end this” the man came back from the shock of seeing his comrades' death when he heard the youth speak. The anger within him erupted in an instance towards the youth and the Lion.

”I'm going to slice you into so many pieces, no no no I'm going to torture you then cut your flesh little by little ” the man cursed angrily at Don and jumped back a few feet away to use his deadly attack.

”He's going for his last move”

A few meters away from the fight, the dwarves saw the magical fluctuations around the man skyrocketing and at the same time a huge knuckled fist shape appearing on top of his head.

”You are next! you filthy beast” the man shouted looking at the lion, the lion had a smirk on his face he couldn't understand why or he didn't care. He put all of his magical energy into the wind fist, his signature move the move gave him the name 'Wind Killer'.

Facing him, Don was a little surprised to see the quickness of the spell he used. It only took him a few seconds to conjure the spell yet Don was slightly disappointed at his opponent's killing move and shook his head.

The man couldn't hold his anger anymore seeing the youth before him didn't even try to run or hide, he just stood there and what made him angrier was that he shook his head like he was disappointed.the veins his face popped up as he punched towards Don just as the fist made of wind rushed towards Don.

The fist made a booming sound as the dust stones were forced aside and headed in the direction of Don, Uncle Dior partially covered his eyes to prevent the dust reaching into his eyes and the man stood there waiting for the fist to destroy the youth.

However, he didn't get the result he was expecting. He saw the youth standing there raising his hand towards the fist like he was ordering to stop and the wind fist did.

”How what?!”

The man's mind was a mess seeing his signature move the wind fist just stopped before the youth. He was unable to guess how he could control the spell he cast. He could still feel the control over his wind fist yet it's refusing to move forward like it was being stopped by a bigger force.

The wind fist started to move behind Don like a servant standing behind the boss which made the man cough up blood due to his overuse of magical energy on controlling the fist against Don.

The man realized he was running out of magical energy.

”Trying to use an Element spell before me, bad move idiot” Don calmly said and made the fist move towards the man using his battle energy. The man saw the fist getting bigger and bigger as it moved towards him, after a moment he finally looked up over his head and saw a giant knuckled fist forcing him to kneel against his wish. The fist top of his head was nothing like he cast it was gigantic.

He had already used half of his magical energy trying to control the fist and realized he's going to die as the anger within him turned into fear, fear of losing his life.

” No no you can't kill me I'm from the Ariel family ” the man decided to use his family's power to negotiate.

” Boy if you leave me I'll forget about everything and I'll even give any price you ask ”

The youth didn't say anything and a small glimmer of hope appeared in his mind.

”Jemma Ariel” the man's heart skipped a beat when he heard his little girl's name coming from this monster's mouth as his full mind went blank thinking about him meeting Jemma.

”Don't worry I'll send her to accompany you in hell”

”Nooooo” but the man's shout was overridden by a huge booming sound like something heavy suddenly dropped on the ground.

Seeing Don finished his enemy and the dust storm caused by the fist had been settled, Knight walked towards Don to see the place the man stood there a moment ago was turned into a crater.

”You really did a number on him Don ” Knight complained but his face had an evil grin as Don turned back to notice Uncle Dior was busy with throwing up.

”Knight destroy the bodies ” Don said to Knight then made his way towards the carriage that Uncle Dior was hiding behind.

The dwarves witnessed the whole fight looking at each other's face, they wanted to run away but their dwarven pride was holding them from doing so.