The silver feature blades surrounded the Mercenary all around, as if they were wings warping him under their cold deadly embrace. He gritted his teeth at the situation he has fallen in. The Mercenary was a trapped rat in a jar, waiting with tensed muscles for the time he would have to fight his way out. Running was no longer an option unless he is willing to risk losing a limb or receiving a major injury from those unrealistic blades and he, undoubtedly, would rarhter avoid such a loss.
The Mercenary almost swore that what is happening is all unreal. The gray bird servant thickened his mischievous smile showing his full set of teeth, almost breaking into a laughter. The Mercenary frowned deeply at such a shivering sight. The man before him did indeed remind him of the psychos he has been dealing with for quite the while. However, if he had to point out what frozen his guts and pinned the caution to his every move, it would be the mesmerizing poisonous turquoise blue glow.
The Mercenary was no longer certain where it can from for the feature blades mirrored its light.
The gray bird servant swayed his hand with one quick move and the blades shot towards the Mercenary. The caged man had no choice but to use his dagger to block their raining attack. The Mercenary, having no idea about the sharpness of those unreal weapons, bet his luck on the leather armor under the servant clothes he is wearing.
He defended his left side with his armored arm and clashed the dagger in his right hand with the features blades.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Using the dagger on the flat side, the Mercenary managed to push way all the feature blades. However, his left arm was pierced and pinned to the wall with two blades that cut his skin and muscles as if they were soft butter. The leather armor was no use against them, breaking and falling along with his oozing blood. The disguised Mercenary had only a deep scowl and held back the painful shout threatening to escape his greeted teeth.
Even with one arm, the Mercenary was yet able to hold his part on the other side. The one dagger and blades clashed tens of times while he switched to use the leather armor underneath to defend in case his dagger has failed to make it on time, yet still receiving small cuts.
The Mercenary wanted to scoff at the irony. The turquoise glow reflected on the blades aiming for his limbs, he noted not for his life, was the only emitted light that helped him view what is around him and defend against receiving any other vital injury.
However it was all a matter of time. The Mercenary wanted to curse aloud. Those feature blades had not slowed their pace nor they seemed to lose power. On the other hand, he was a human, a trained Mercenary who deals with psychos indeed, but a human nonetheless. He had no idea how long this would go nor how much he could last.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Hmm."
Among the sounds of clashing metals, a curious hum uttered by the gray bird servant was heard. The Mercenary has not forgotten that there is yet another threat who could move to kill him at any moment while he himself is paying attention to surviving the blades. The turquoise eyes' owner was waving one hand as if playing an unheard melody while looking at him curiously.
Whatever was the reason, the psycho high class servant was aiming to capture him alive. He could guess some motivations starting from simple matters such as forcing information out of him to avenge for the victims of the psychos under his watch.
However, the Mercenary was certain: the man before him was ordered. Who could it be that have an inhumanly strong servant such as the one smiling mischievously at him? Could it be the assassin that he have not noticed earlier.
The Mercenary bit down on his lips before shouting in a hearable yet not a loud voice.
"I surrender!"
The feature blades froze instantly in the air. The turquoise glow died out of them and the pitch black darkness seemed to deepen as it dyed over the night leaving the only retreating light to settle in the pair of orbs settled on the gray bird's face.
"Huh?"
"I said I surrender."
Nile was surprised by the Mercenary's words. Surrender? Would not that mean he is willing to cooperate with his capturing mission?
But Nile did not want that.
'More...I want to play longer.'
The so Mercenary with so little words broke from his act and spoke up. He has used too much energy defending against the blades and his arm was still pinned and constantly bleeding, thus he struggled to utter any word before he took a deep breath.
"If I keep resisting, I'll be killed by those blades or you or that assassin hidden somewhere."
The Mercenary stopped to look at his dagger. He debated for a second before restoring it to his back. Then he spoke sharply.
"It's not worth it. I surrender."
Although Mercenaries are loyal to their clients and would not bind to any risen price, they have a main rule. That rule is what makes them 'Mercenaries' willing to accept any given task for the right payment.
'The Mercenary's life is the first priority.'
No matter how loyal they can be, Mercenaries would always periodize their lives. Once the given task could cause their death, they would deem it unworthy of any price. Thus, The disguised Mercenary chose to step away and surrender.
"You want to capture me, right? Go ahead. I'll meet your boss."
"But I don't want to."
"...Huh?"
Nile repeated what he said with a displeased frown and risen eyebrows.
"I don't want to. I still didn't have enough fun yet."
'Shit!'
The Mercenary cursed internally.
'A negotiation with a psycho is as difficult as it sounds. He seemed to enjoy seeing me fight with one arm while he could kill me. I suppose that's his fun.'
Cold sweat formed on the Mercenary's paled face. The trapped rat had no clue about his fate. Just when he attempted to take out his dagger again, the gray bird servant flew forward and held his right arm in a crashing grip.
"Ugh!"
The Mercenary could not help but groan in pain however he inhaled sharply when the tip of a blade was a few inches apart from his face. It was as close that the Mercenary could see the details of the perfectly sculpted feature and with any small move on his side, it would pierce his flesh putting an end to his 32 years of life. He did not even dare to swallow his saliva.
The grip on his arm tightened painting a painful scowl on his face. The Mercenary averted his eyes slowly towards the burning turquoise orbs.
Nile smiled from ear to ear and with all the madness dancing on his trembling voice he spoke.
"Einid?"
Flinch.
For the second time that night, the Mercenary disguised as servant called 'Einid' flinched at Nile's question.
End of chapter 28