The wound in Morg's chest throbs painfully. He was down on one knee as he suffered from unknown pain.
'Hmm? It hasn't been fifteen minutes since he got hurt.'
What was happening to Morg was the precaution of the arrow's passive to the wounded.
"Argh! W-what did you do to me?!"
Poldo and Ork came to his aid, asking their youngest brother what was wrong.
"This is why I'm telling you to, don't let your guard down! You're always like this!"
Morg's pain went away after a few seconds. They brushed off the thought that the arrow had poison in it. The wound even healed unusually. The injury has been sewed close. But, even with the injury strangely stitched, Poldo couldn't help but feel dangerously weird.
'Even if they know what I did on their youngest brother, these orcs wouldn't be able to do anything about it.'
The orc trio began moving on different sides. The orc spectators knew immediately what these brothers were planning on doing.
"Ohhh! There it is! The triangle of death!"
"I'm finally able to see it!"
The orc trio would go around their prey in a triangle position. They would then throw their mace towards each other randomly with their victim in the middle of it. One big hit and, Fritz and Newt are done for.
"Heave... ho!"
Poldo spun around before releasing the mace from his grip. That was to add more speed and power to the weapon.
'So fast! We won't be able to block it!'
"What's this, throw and go?!"
The two kids dodged and moved in the same direction.
'So, that's how it is, huh? They will increase the mace's speed so that we won't be able to block and stop it with our weapons. And when we dodge, they'll move in the same direction, maintaining their triangular position. Should we wait for the timer to run out? What if they throw another one on us? Ugh! This is hard!'
"How do you like our triangle of death, huh?!"
Morg seemed perfectly fine. With his mace gone, he won't be able to throw a mace unless his brothers pass it on him. Only Poldo's mace was being used. Ork still has his mace on him.
"The brats are just evading my weapon." Poldo called out to Ork, "why
don't we spice things up. Throw your mace!"
Poldo caught his own mace. He threw it to Morg and, Ork's mace went flying towards Poldo. They were moving at a slow speed while maintaining their triangular position. Every time they throw the mace, they are making sure that Fritz and Newt are on the line of their sights.
"Whoa, whoa! I can imagine my bones crushing!"
'As I thought. They added one more mace! We can't run around anymore!'
Fritz switched back from using Severance Blade. He stored back the bow. Even if Fritz practiced so hard aiming while running, preparing for a shot, calculating, and predicting would be so hard. He might get hit right before he could fire a shot.
"Instead of running away, why don't we go straight at them, Newt?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that!"
The moment Fritz and Newt strode towards their enemy, who did not have a mace to throw, the orc trio promptly leaped, properly maintaining their position.
"Dodge, rush and have them back into the corner!"
What Fritz was saying won't be an easy thing to do. Having two maces thrown at you at such speed is incredibly hard to dodge. But, since they have the same pattern, the two kids can predict who would be throwing the mace.
The stadium is vast and has a lot of space, only if it weren't for the dead bodies lying around the stage. That put a limit on how wide the orc trio can maintain its triangular position. If Fritz and Newt keep on dodging, the timer on Morg's body might go off, giving the advantage to the two kids.
"Fritz, I'll break their formation! Let's not attack the same opponent!"
"Okay!"
They both went separately. Fritz went for Ork while Newt went for Poldo. For the two kids, Morg is the weakest and, he's already been taken care of. Fritz already explained what would happen to the youngest of the three when fifteen minutes have passed through telepathy. The conversations they exchanged were all through telepathy.
[12 minutes and 37 seconds...]
'Morg has only 2 minutes and 23 seconds left. Good, it's almost over.'
"You brats! Do you think you're the only one who has thought of the same tactic?!"
As the two kids went their separate way, the maces throwing had stopped. Both Ork and Poldo have their maces at hand.
'They stopped throwing?!' Fritz was ready to swing his Severance Blade. He put all of his weight towards this one swing to cut through the armor plates Ork was wearing. Ork was waiting for him with a wide grin on his face.
"Time to break some bones!"
Ork was quick on his foot. He was able to swing first before Fritz as he used the mace.
Left foot forward, both hands holding the hilt of the blade and weight was put for a full swing.
"Argh!" Fritz groaned as he took damage from his chest. He wasn't able to block or dodge the mace after Ork have strode towards him. He flew and rolled away as his back hit the wall.
"That's strange. I didn't hear any bones cracking."
Under Fritz's beat-up clothes was a layer of armors he picked up three months ago from the kobolds.
[15 minutes have passed. Wound Dehiscence will now take process.]
'Haha... hahaha!'
Fritz's long-awaited scene will now occur. Trains of imagination have flashed through his mind, thinking of what Morg will show.
"You can still laugh? I guess I went easy on you."
Newt didn't continue his plan when he saw Fritz get smashed. He leaped back and came to his friend's aid.
"Let's watch this grandeur scene for now."
Taken aback by what they saw, Poldo and Ork hurried to their brother's aid. Morg was down on both knees, both hands on his sewed injury. Blood came spurting out of Morg's chest.
"It, it hurts! ARGH!" An excruciating pain ran a course throughout Morg's body. He could feel his insides forcing themselves out of his body.
"What's wrong, Morg?!"
All of Morg's armor plates and clothes were taken off by Poldo and Ork. Grief and pain wrote themselves on both brothers' faces as they witnessed their brother suffers. They felt useless as they couldn't do anything to help their youngest brother. The stitches from Morg's chest ruptured open. The small injury turned into a deadly, wide one, revealing his insides. He couldn't scream out the excruciating pain anymore, for he had lost all the strength he has earlier.
"Wh-what's happening to sir Morg?!"
"He's bleeding all of a sudden!"
The only thing that came to their mind was the arrow that inflicted a minor wound that causes Morg's sudden change in condition.
Fritz and Newt silently relish the sight of Morg slowly dying in extreme pain. 'What a wonderful sight it is,' Fritz thought. He felt no pity and sorrow for the monsters.
One by one, Morg's inside began eviscerating. Poldo and Ork tried their best to stop their brother's guts from bursting out. Morg was gargling blood as he trembles and finally lost consciousness.
"No, no, no, no! Morg, no!"
Tears began flowing down from Morg's brothers' faces. It was Fritz's first time seeing a monster cry over their kind.
'I thought monsters never cry? Then, can they love humans too? Well,
that would be strange.' Fritz stood, staggering on his feet. 'Ow, ow,' he's still hurt from the previous attack he took.
Morg was on Poldo's lap as the latter cried over the loss of his brother. After mourning for the dead kind, the eldest gently put his brother down to the ground and turned his gaze towards the two kids, especially to Fritz.
"I might as well do the same thing to you!"
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