103 Wiped ou (1/2)
King Andrew was in his throne room with all of his sons and elite warriors, minus Alex. He sent a couple men to retrieve his daughter, but they never came back. Now he was trying to organize some form of retaliation against the monsters plaguing his city. He turned to his trusted body guard,
”Praxis, take some men and retrieve Alice at all costs, surviving tonight doesn't mean anything if she can't pacify Arthur in a few months.” The man saluted, before shouldering his giant war hammer and walking towards the doors of the hall. Right as he reached it,
BOOOOOOOOOOM
CRAAAAAASSSSSHHHHHHHH
The doors to the throne room blasted open, and a flood of monsters poured in. They immediately attacked the soldiers accompanying Praxis, and tore them to shreds. The man himself impressively managed to hold a couple at bay, before they finally overtook him. Unlike the others though he wasn't instantly killed, but brought towards a specific one, with dark red fur. It looked down at him as they all watched in horror, and a growling voice sounded out,
”How... many... times... did you... hit me... exactly?” It seemed to have some difficulty speaking at first, but seemed to getting better with each word. It's question confused most of those gathered, but the king and Praxis understood clearly, this was the prisoner they had captured and interrogated, Leo the werewolf, champion of Artemis. Praxis started stuttering at the question, before saying,
”Please, I was only following orders. The king is the one you want, not me!” Andrew was astounded that his ”trusted bodyguard”, turned on him at the drop of a hat, as he instantly tried to betray him. The monster grinned an evil grin filled with razor sharp teeth, and replied,
”I... Know... That's why... He's next...” Both men paled, before Leo suddenly swung one of his claws with great speed, and opened Praxis's stomach, allowing the intestines inside to spill out. Leo then dropped praxis to the ground, done with him now. He turned to the remaining people, and pointed his blood soaked claws at them,
”KILL THEM!”
The dozens of werewolves rushed to obey his commands. What ensued couldn't even count as a battle, more like a one sided slaughter. The elites of Andrew managed to repel a couple of his werewolves, but it was ultimately futile as they soon fell to tooth, and claw. Soon there was just Andrew and his sons left, as all of those who faithfully served him began transforming. Leo however called off assault, and strode forward. The one who looked the oldest, possibly Andrews successor, came forward with his sword held high, and said,
”I challenge you! Fight me man to man, and let's settle this!” Leo snorted at the mans declaration, and started shrinking before he stood before them in the buff. He then sneered,
”Now then, let's see the might of the entire royal family, armed to the teeth, against a single man in his birthday suit.” As if enraged by his words, the crown prince charged forward with his sword held high, and yelled with the look of a hero about to save his country, before Leo grabbed his sword arm and tore it off.
”AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”