Chapter 11 - Destruction (2/2)
”W-wait. There are no 'green' in our scouts. Who are you?”
”Don't even recognize whose land you're on? Hilarious.” Helmlock's voice was steady and flat. This made the man in silver nervous.
”Helmlock Huwen?”
”Of course, who else could I be?” The com was cut. Helmlock destroyed the head gear and continued to surround the area with traps.
”All troops defensive positions!” The comms were silent. ”I repeate, all troops defensive positions!” Nothing. Creeping into his view was a mist of green smoke. Thick and heavy, it would be easy to get lost in it. Screams echoed from the mist as bodies dropped like flies. There would be occasional sparks and flashes of light but they would pass quickly. The sound of weapons against weapons clashed in multiple areas, mistaking each other for the enemy. A figure dashed out from the mist. It was a man in grey, his short sword raised to parry against nothing. Suddenly the short sword shattered in the middle and a red line cut straight through the man. Shivering the man in silver turned around to leave but something stopped him. Sweat trickled down his forehead. Trembling the man in silver couldn't move his body. He willed it to move but it wouldn't budge. 'Move! Move! Move!' the man in silver tried hard to resist whatever it was holding him there but it was like moving the ocean. The pressure doubled and the man in silver fell to his knees. Gasping for air the man in silver clawed at his throat. Reaching one hand out in front of him. His hands fell onto a pair of black boots. Looking up he thought he saw death itself. Shrouded in black, glowing green eyes, and the stench of countless dead bodies he couldn't help but believe that the man before him was death.
”K-kil...ee.” the man in silver gasped for air, his wispy voice hoarse and dry. Helmlock raised his foot and stepped on the silver man's hand.
”Trash.” In a flash Helmlock used his swords on his leg to sever the silver man's head. Turning to the group dying in the green mist. ”Low tiered Banes and Ghosts won't be able to break through my slyphir but, just to make sure.” Disappearing in slyphir again Helmlock made his way towards the green mist. Silently killing one enemy at a time he finished quickly. ”How did these trash get here? There's no way they could've killed my elites. Someone else is controlling them but, what's their motive?” As he was pondering who could've done this he spotted two suspicious men dashing in the shadows. One dressed in white and the other dressed in black. Dashing off towards them Helmlock covered himself in slyphir. As he neared the two men showing himself for a brief moment Helmlock appeared in the middle of the two men a blade in each hand aimed at their throats. Releasing a surprised scream they reacted but the man in black was a bit to slow and got his head severed off, splattering the grass with blood, and ending his scream midway. The man in white managed to avoid a death blow but the blade still managed to slice at his throat. Blood dribbled down from the wound, staining his white armor. Gasping and gurgling slightly the man in white reached for his throat. Slight wheezing sounds came from his mouth as he tried to speak. Without another wasted moment Helmlock brought the knife back and finished the man off, relieving him of a painful death.
”S**t. Are these little bugs everywhere? Seems they were running from the East garden.” Letting the green mist envelope him again Helmlock disappeared again, leaves stirring lightly as he passed.
Rounding the corner Helmlock came upon a shocking scene.
The east garden had been destroyed, patches of bright flowers and grass were now dull and dead. The water fountain spilled water onto the path. Next to the fountain was Derick, a long sword was pierced into his chest, his lance hung limply next to him. Legs severed, his blood pooled and mixed in with the water. His eyes hung open, staring at the ground. Crouched next to Derick was a man in white, he had his left arm gone and a wound on his face. His white armor stained with blood and dirt. Chuckling to himself the old man looked over at Derick.
”The young will surpass the old. Had you matured for another two years the outcome today would've been different. Maybe you were already stronger than me but, since you didn't have both arms I guess this is the outcome.” Sighing to himself the old man stood up. ”And yet again I've ruined another bright future.” Reaching out towards Derick the old man gripped his sword's handle and pulled if from Derick's chest. No longer having a support to hold it up Derick's body fell to the floor, his silver hair became wet with his own blood. Leaning against the long sword the man in white looked at where Helmlock had been standing. Sighing deeply, he raised his sword to shield his left side. A flash of sparks appeared on the edge of the sword. Weapon grinding against weapon an invisible force seemed to push against the old man. Grunting the old man managed to push off the invisible force. Landing gently without a sound Helmlock dispersed his slyphir cloaking revealing himself. Unfazed the old man looked at Helmlock.
”What does the almighty lord want with this old pile of bones?” With a mask covering his face no one could see the anger burning in Helmlock's eyes as he glared at the man in white in front of him. Seeing as his opponent remained silent the man in white got up and swung his sword, removing the blood from it. ”Treat me well.” Without another moment the man in white dashed towards Helmlock. Sheathing his daggers Helmlock calmly reached for his sword on his back. As if moving in slow motion when the man in white neared him he grabbed the hilt and swung it down in front of him. The eyes of the man in white followed the blade and shifting his body dodged the blade by a millimeter. The wind pressure from Helmlock's blade caused the man in white's armor to tear.
”Whoa there! Pretty angry huh?” The man in white leaped away and landed next to his severed arm. Bowing slightly the man in white smirked. ”This is where I make my exit.” Reaching for his severed arm he dashed away towards the trees.
”As if I'll let you!” Helmlock tried to move towards the man in white but he felt a chill on his neck. Sensing killing intent he stopped his charge and quickly dashed to the right. Something shot down from the sky. Where he had been standing now stood a small boy, denting the ground around him, shattering it. His eyes a glowing purple, tangled messy black hair, and blood smeared across his face. Dragging a long thin blade behind him. From the edge of the trees the man in white yelled out.
”Jeru, he's the man who killed your older brother. Avenge him and quickly finish the mission.” As he turned around to leave the man in white stopped. With a sneer on his face he yelled out one more thing. ”Helmlock, your family will be the stepping stone on our conquest of Lativa.” And without waiting for a response the man in white disappeared.