Alex jumped out of the rift, turned around, ignored the paralyzed knights, the stunned seductress, and the fleeing innkeeper; they would all die soon. But first, he needed one minute to kill, hinder, or push back those two that were coming up the stairs together. He had the surprise factor on his side, and he was counting on it.
Alex took out twenty axes from his inventory and threw them at various angles; one by one, the axes flew out of his hands toward his next victims who wanted to approach the second stair landing.
Three axes flew close to the edge of the left side of the stairwell wall at various heights, ensuring it would impale the first person to show themselves in the head, chest, and crotch area. Alex was certain that the first person was most likely another lady of the night. Three axes were enough to kill her.
However, for the other person, seventeen more axes followed. Alex wasn't going to underestimate the person's skills or level, and his personal spatial inventory was loaded with over 900 axes. Alex threw them at the wall perpendicular to the second stair landing, ensuring that the back part of the ax made contact with the wall, allowing the ax to bounce off the wall sending it with an additional force toward the second stairwell climb-er(SSC).
Alex was putting his previous life pool experience to use; whether the SSC was beside the first person or behind, the axes would reach him. Alex needed to kill or push them back so they would not see the knights dying.
The stairwell had too many lights to send a shadow troll; Alex could not afford to blink there, he still needed to kill the knights, the seductress, the innkeeper, remove the bodies and clean up the scene.
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Second Stair climb-er (SSC) Point of View
Luke was a frequent visitor to the brothel inn; anytime he felt frustrated, he would come here to release his stress. Luke approached the first available woman he saw, and it was a cat-girl. She looked like a regular human but with cat ears and a soft brown tail. The cat-girl was 4'11, long black hair that reached her waist, a petite body with d cup breast size that forced you to look at them. She wore a light brown cleavage shirt that exposed her melons and a six-inch short black skirt. The cat-girl was new to the brothel; she was working there for the past three days. She looked new, shy, innocent, the type that needs to be loved and protected. Luke was about to give her love without protection. Luke grabbed the cat-girl by her waist and squeeze her small, round, perfectly portion butt cheeks, which made her tremble. The cat-girl was angry but too shy to reprimand Luke. Luke laughed; being a beast-man himself, he knew other beast-women weakness. While holding on to her butt cheek, Luke went and paid the innkeeper, and the cat-girl followed. She knew her role, why she was there, and what Luke wanted.
This was one path for those that were mana-less. She sighed internally; Luke could do whatever he wanted for a price, and she needed the money.
The innkeeper recognized the every-two-day visitor, Luke, and knew that the cat-girl was in for a reckoning. He made a mental note that she won't be able to "work" for three entire days, but she would be well financially compensated.
The innkeeper was just an innkeeper; the women made their own prices and decided whether they wanted to work or not.
Luke and the cat-girl entered the stairwell. The cat-girl led the way to the first floor, and Luke followed behind. Once they exit the stairwell to the first floor, they searched for an empty room, but there was none; all ten doors were locked with an occupied sign. Seeing this Luke, pulled the cat girl towards him then proceeded to kiss her while his right hands moved around, kneading both of her butt cheeks, and his left hand fondled her breast. Luke was a colossal beast-man, and he could have his way with her petite body. Luke's kisses were literally sucking the life out of her, he shoved his long tongue in her mouth, and she tried to resist. Out of breath, she pleaded with Luke to wait until they found a room. Luke was just toying with her; he was a beast, but that did not mean he would have taken her here in the hall. Since she thought so, he used it to his advantage. In exchange for his patience, she had to remove her skirt and shirt as punishment for picking the first floor with no available room. She did as order, exposing her black lace bra and a belted lace panties that hugged her butt and waist. She was truly stunning. It mesmerized Luke for a moment; he thought maybe he should make her his permanently; the thought was only momentarily.
As they exited the first floor back to the stairwell, the cat-girl led the way to the second floor. Luke followed, staying two steps behind while occasionally smacking her tiny butt cheeks until it turned red. She would try hard to contain her yelps with every smack. Luke Shamelessly proclaiming it was part of her punishment, and she accepted; she was truly innocent in the ways of perverted men.
As the cat-girl reached the second stair landing, she was met with three axes. One ax grazed her head as it went straight into the opposite wall, barely missing her. While the other two plugged into the left arm and left thigh. Fracturing her humorous and femur bones and nearly severing her limbs. She didn't see where the ax came from or who threw it before Luke immediately pulled her back to him by her tail. Luke saw the axes as nothing but a warning. A professional courtesy. He was a mercenary himself and thought that the assailant must be a fellow mercenary. The axes seem like they didn't intend to kill the girl.
'one ax missed her head entirely, and the others didn't go for any vital organ,' so Luke thought.
Until he saw several axes bouncing off the wall heading in his direction. 'Fucking madmen,' Luke thought, 'wasn't three axes enough of a warning' as he saw the incoming axes. Luke could not use any shadow skills since the stairwell was well lit. He promised to slap the innkeeper's smug face on his next visit. Luke pulled and lifted the cat-girl in front of the incoming axes as he backtracks to the first stair landing. He did not care what was happening upstairs; the madman showed his perfect eye coordination and perception skills. The only thing on his mind was to escape.
One thing Luke knew was assassins and mercenaries made sure that they leave no witnesses behind. The axes plunged into the cat-girl, killing her after receiving the fourth ax intended for Luke. Luke used the innocent cat-girl as a shield causing her to die. He didn't even remember that he once thought about making her his own or how he was going to use and enjoy her. He was going to kill her too if she survived; as a mercenary, there was no need for witnesses. Who knew what kind of trouble she would create or even expose his identity and that he too was alive. The only thing that mattered was his life!
Even with the cat-girl as a shield, three axes were still able to hit Luke in both legs and shoulder; Alex made sure not to throw all seventeen axes the same height. The thought that there might be more than one madman caused Luke to jump to the first stair landing while holding on to the cat-girl. Luke placed her body in his storage ring; there was no need to leave it behind to self-incriminate himself. Since he was the one harassing the cat-girl in front of everyone in the lobby of the inn. Luke could not take that chance.
Who knew what stupid theory those knights could make up for the reason he killed her?
'Because she rejected you! Because you were a broke bastard! Because I said so!' Luke shook his head and sighed 'all this because of a madman that didn't know about professional courtesy.'
Luke entered the first floor covered in blood. He was welcomed to the sight of three people exiting their room. Luke could only curse "fucking madmen" before he too took six throwing knives to welcome the adulterers and fornicators.
Luke hated killing when there was no money involved. His time was precious. Luke entered the room of his previous victims, cleaned his wounds, drank two healing potions before exiting the first-floor story window. There was no way he was going to go through the ground floor entrance; that would be a rookie mistake. Who knew if that madman would come after him or how many people the madman had already killed upstairs. It was best to distance himself from the inn. As a mercenary, there was no need to leave any witnesses.