Not feeling any remorse towards the dead monsters is a given for humans like them. Fritz and Newt, having no ties with the monsters won't make them feel guilt after killing monsters.
"Which one are you going to fight, Fritz?" The latter had his sights set on the eldest of the three orcs.
"I'll choose Poldo. Consider it as my reward for our bet."
[Skill Activation: Thread of Fate]
The red string of fate appeared only in Fritz's eyes, the thread that will lead to his victory.
'I can see it. The string is leading me towards Poldo's neck.'
From now on, the fight will be a one-on-one fight, Fritz against Poldo and Newt against Ork.
Furious at his youngest brother's death, Poldo's glaring dagger at the cause of Morg's death, Fritz. His mind was filled with nothing but rage and vengeance.
"Death is inevitable, so is yours!" Poldo wants to hasten Fritz's death. He began to move according to what he had in mind. Swinging his mace around Fritz, Poldo made sure that every attack was enough to kill the kid in one strike. "I'll admit that we have underestimated the two of you."
The crowd of orcs wished for the lives of both brats. They yelled their
angst.
"Neither of the two of you will leave this stage alive, so are the dwarves!"
The thread of fate was telling Fritz where to move and where to dodge.
'He's not letting his guard down. I thought he'd recklessly swing his mace after losing his cool. It seems that he's able to retain it.'
"Why are you not fighting back?! Are you chickening out?!"
Fritz was following the thread and moving to where it leads to. He could see the other end of the string but, it was too long. It means that the time to end Poldo is still far from achieving.
On the other hand, Newt, who has a lot of experience when it comes to fighting monsters, knows how to handle and play with his enemy.
"You coward of a brat! Stop running around and cutting me at my blind spot!"
Newt was inflicting shallow cuts every time he had the chance to do so. He had multiple opportunities to end Ork but, he chose to play a little more with him since Fritz isn't done with Poldo.
"Don't worry. None of your wounds will kill you. I made sure to avoid your vital points, even though you have armor on."
The Blemish Dagger, in its dire state it could break at any time. The karambit's still has moderate strains.
"Fucking die!" Ork's mace descended down on Newt. The latter lightly shook his head in utter disappointment.
"This is boring..." Newt heaved a sigh. He took a step back, dodging Ork's mace. The latter then swung his weapon horizontally. Newt jumped and, he landed on the mace.
"Rahhh!" Ork tried to shake Newt off his mace. Unfortunately, the kid had already jumped high and, he landed on shoulders, sitting on it. "Get off me! You fucking brat!"
Before Ork could reach Newt, the kid took off his helm and settle the boring fight he's having. A slit on the throat that ended his life was all Newt did.
Ork's body fell on the ground. Poldo saw it all, their fight. He then again had a surge of rage and ill intentions. That time, he finally lost it.
"Aaahhhh! First, it was Morg. Now it's Ork! You two will pay for this. You'll pay with your lives!"
There's still something to Poldo. He still has something up his sleeves. And, he'll be using his last resort now.
"Commence slaughter!"
That's it! His last resort was to have his underlings take part in the fight. He threw his pride all for the sake of vengeance.
"Finally! We've been aching to have a go!"
The orcs rushed and swarmed the stage. They jumped down, bringing different types of weapons in their hands.
"Pathetic!"
Just how Fritz likes things to work out. He's been aiming for the weak orcs that were watching the duel. Now that Poldo had commanded his underlings to join the fight, Fritz doesn't have to hold himself back from leveling up.
"I was right. There's no way those two kids will win. I was foolish to think that they would."
Hope arose from the dwarf girl when she saw Newt and, Fritz took out Morg and Ork. 'Can they really win? Should I put my faith in them?' She thought earlier. But all of that vanished in an instant when she heard Poldo scream for the help of the countless orcs.
'Poldo's mouth has been running for a while. Let's put an end to it.'
The thread of fate shortened. He continued moving according to the string. He's carefully following the thread. Fritz turned left. The string led him to Poldo's left leg. The kid slid down when he saw the mace swung towards him. He immediately stood, clutched onto his Severance Blade, exerted force enough to cut through the armor and slice off Poldo's leg.
The latter groaned his pain. Blood didn't splatter after getting his leg cut off. He was down on one knee. Poldo could still swing his mace around.
The pattern Fritz was seeing seemed familiar to him. The string led him to the other leg, so he did his job and sliced it off. Now it leads him to both arms of Poldo.
'Really, I don't think this is a fucking confidence!'
Both arms of Poldo fell on the ground. The shocking event put a halt to the weak orcs that threw themselves down the stage.
"Just, just fucking kill me already! Don't embarrass me even more in front of my kind!"
One who had thrown his pride aside, he, who lost his brothers and his will to fight, wished for Fritz to end it all already. Poldo glanced at his underlings. His eyes played a trick on him. He's seeing different from what was written on his underlings' faces.
"Stop, stop looking at me with disgust. I did my best! You fucking ungrateful bastards! I'll kill all of you--!"
Suddenly, his line of sight span around. Soon, he heard a thud and, the ground seemed lower than usual.
"Huh?"
Poldo found his dismembered body on both knees. He's decapitated but, he's still alive. He's confused. He's scared, and most of all, he's glad that everything was coming to an end.
"Now, keep ranting on hell."
Severance Blade can only kill if it's a strike to the heart of the enemy. A single slash from the heart ended the orcs' cruelty.
The weak orcs were hesitant to attack. Without their leader, they are having second thoughts about attacking or not.
"D-don't think that we won't fight back!" Even without their leader, the orcs chose to become one and decided to fight on behalf of their bosses.
"That's the spirit!" Fritz praised their courage despite the risks. 'Time to earn some EXP!'
[Class: Mage]
[Generating Mage's skill...]
[Skill generation completed]
[Gravity Pull]
[MP: 10]
[Skill Usage: 999/999]
[Too far from your enemy? Use Gravity Pull, and they'll come running towards you if they're within the radius of one meter, though.]
'What's with this description?! Fucking weird, man!'
[Gravity Pull]
Fritz chose orcs that were within the range. One by one, he dealt with them, inflicting a single strike in their hearts.
[You've earned 101 EXP!]
[You've earned 100 EXP!]
[You've earned 100 EXP!]
"Let's have another bet, Fritz! Whoever killed the most is the winner!"
"Sure! Don't lose an arm, though!"
"Who do you think I am?"
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