Chapter 47：Dancing with Mages (1/2)

Mack tightened the grip on his sword and said aloud.

”Music Play White House Road”

Mack could hear the familiar country song playing that had only a guitar, and a stretched vocal.

~early in the morning when the sun does rise~

And the music kept going while Mack walked to the middle of the battle.

~run me ragged but I don't fret~

SLASH!

Mack hit an acolyte in the back.

~cause there ain't been one to slow me down just yet~

Mack blocked another acolyte staff and punched it in the face.

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

Mack threw one of his dagger at the acolyte neck while still slowly walking.

An acolyte came from the side and tried to hit Mack on the face with his staff.

Mack tilted his head back and pushed a dagger below the acolyte chin.

Mack kept walking and hearing the familiar blues.

~but it's a damn good feeling to run these roads~

Mack pulled his daggers from the dead acolyte and kicked it aside to bite the stones.

With his sword resting on his shoulder.

His cape fluttering in the air.

SLASH!

Another acolyte was dead.

~I got people tell me red~

Mack spotted a mage fighting against three warlocks.

His gaze changed.

His sword went to the back of his body like an arrow about to be released from a bow.

Mack muscles tensed.

He touched his middle finger in the left hand and a blood mist surrounded him.

~keep this living and you wind up dead~

Mack stomped hard on the ground with his left leg.

And dust rose around where he was.

A mist of dust and blood covered where Mack was, and in the next second, a man shot out of that same mist.

Like a bullet fired from a machine gun. Mack run as fast as one.

CLANG!

He hit that mage shield with his sword. The magic shield crackled all around, but resisted.

And just as Mack expected, a fireball came for him.

The other three warlocks, seeing Mack was targeted, used the chance to strike at the shield at the same time.

BOOM!

The shield broke, and the mage was sliced by two swords while trying to defend the other one.

But the fireball was already shot.

~cast your troubles in the lord of lords~

Mack raised his two arms in front of his face. Today he was going to meet his maker or have the head of all those 'lords'.

BOOM.

Dust rose to the skies and debris of the ground shot an acolyte dead by the side.

The three warlocks looked back to where Mack was.

~rot gut whiskey is gonna ease my pain~

The dust settled, and in the middle they could see a man.

~and all this running is going to keep me sane~

With ragged clothes and a sword in hand.

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

”What are you looking at?!”

Screamed Mack at the three stunned warlocks.

But the warlocks kept there looking at Mack, unmoving.

Mack stopped caring and walked past them, passing right between the three of the them.

Raised his sword and stabbed the already dead mage in the eye.

Stomped his feet on the mage, and removed his sword.

Now he was sure it was truly dead.