A sword, piercing air, was about to slash Red-Hairs that when he, out of reflex, bend backward to avoid the sudden strike.
He then distanced himself from the bunch, his hands on handle of his sword on his waist.
๐๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ-๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ.
No ordinary person could avoid oneself from being stabbed by that attack but Neulon still manage to do beyond one's wildest dreams.
"What The Fuck do you think you're?!" Red-Hairs howls at knights.
"As expected of Sir Neulon, commander of Renhard's... It isn't an easy task to take you down forget about to take you on one on one." And that was the reply.
On his prompt, knights' commanders too adopted a rather unfamiliar stance.
"Tch!... Heh, Well then. Come at me all at once, I'll send you through hell myself!" Ready for the battle, Red-Hairs pulled out it the sword from scabbard.
And to my surprise... Red-Hairs didn't put my hopes down or rather, he stood up the precision splendidly.
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐จ๐ถ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ข๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ด๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด... ๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ง๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ?
I sighed at the vacuous sight and so did Curna beside me.
"Hehehe... Hahahaaahaa!!" While knights just laughed at him.
"Don't tell me you are going to fight with that thing, Sir Neulon!" Leader of the bunch said.
"Of course I am. What, are you scared?" Red-Hairs returned the words rather sophisticatedly.
"Are you stupid?! Do you actually believe that a wooden sword can actually cause any friction on those heavy armour?!" Curna roasted Red-Hairs.
This man actually brought a waster, a wooden sword with him for such crucial job.
๐๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ... ๐ ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ ๐๐ค๐ฌ ๐ข๐ช๐๐ ๐ค๐ ๐ ๐๐ค๐ค๐ก ๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ ๐๐?!
"Tch... Shut up! I know what I am doing!" Irritated, Red-Hairs replied.
"Oh really? Than you are much more of a fool I expected you to be!" The roast continues.
"Hey! Don't ignore us like that..."
Red-Hairs focused his attention back at bunch as they tried to close the distance.
A swing aimed to neck and Red-Hairs squat, then kick leg of knight to off balance him.
"Aaak!!" He made sound as he fell hard on ground.
Seeing his comrade fall so simply, another knight launched his attack from behind.
Sword cutting air in half, made it's way down.
Red-Hairs used his sword to protect his head. He bend his wooden mighty sword in such high angle to ground, the moment knights sword hit stick, all the effort on sword accelerated to ground.
As he tried to pull his sword out of land, Red-Hairs used this opportunity to jab his elbow in gut of the knight.
Impact was strong enough to shatter the protection plate as man fell to knees, holding his gut.
As other three approached Red-Hairs, Curna shot arrows at them forcing them to change the path in order to prevent from getting shot.
"Why You...!" One of the knights grumbled as he switched his target to Curna.
He then dashed at Curna in full speed as Curna forfeit the tension he build in string of his bow for another arrow.
Foolish tried to strike Curna down with his sword but Curna used his bow to stop the sword.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ, ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฉ...
Curna pushed knight with a big boot on his chest as knight stumbled on his footings. In split seconds, Curna prepared an arrow and launched it at knight. The shot was strong enough to penetrate through knights armour, then his chest and passed the leader of bunch who had been stand right behind at some distance, spectating everything, cutting his ear.
Blood drops fell on ground from both.
As one, their leader yelled, "That's it! I have enough of idiocy!"
He, with his last standing comrade, then transformed in a dark shadow.
"What theโ?!"
I turned to Red-Hairs, the source of voice. Ones that he had been dealing with until now transformed too... And so did the one Curna took down.
"They are not mortals but evil forces..." Curna mummerd as he starred at the existence ahead him.
"Y-You mean ghost, or something?!" Red-Hairs asked as he retreated to us.
"Well, that sort too... They're Pishachas!"
"Seriously..."
Red-Hairs looked at Pishachas, unable to comprehend their existence. He was lost.
๐๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฆ๐น๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ด... ๐๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ค๐ช๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ข๐ณ ๐ข ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ.
"...Hey, are you all right?" Curna, worried about Red-Hairs, asked out in concern.
"H-Huh uh, y-yeah yeah... I am alright. It's just my first time seeing one you know, Pishach... Moreover, they are 5 in number. I don't know how to get them."
"I see... Don't worry, together we all can take them down." Curna's word were neither accept nor denied, rather they passed from one ear to another.
It was my first time witnessing Red-Hairs acting like this. He was definitely not fine. As for Pishachas...
๐ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ข ๐ช๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ญ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฃ๐ช๐ญ๐ช๐ต๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ง๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ค๐ข๐ฏ ๐ต๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ. ๐๐ฏ๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ, ๐ณ๐ฆ๐จ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด.
Such entities are full of impure implies and are afraid of holiness. Most humans stood no chance against Pishacha.
Their presence is one of the illusion. No physical attack can harm them. Magic does affect them to some extent but it's the purity that could extinguish them. Pishacha may hunt humans but mostly are afraid of Brahmins due to the direction connection of Brahmins with divine.
"We better finish them here or they may prove harm to locals." Curna said as he drew his bow at one of Pishacha and shooted an arrow.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด, ๐ช๐ง ๐๐ช๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ญ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐บ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต๐ช๐ข๐ญ, ๐ธ๐ฉ๐บ ๐ข๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ด๐ถ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ง๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ? ๐๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฎ? ๐๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต๐ข๐ฏ๐ต... ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฉ๐ถ๐ณ๐ค๐ฉ?
Pishacha laughed as Curna's arrow passed through him.
"As expected, it's pointless. They can't be harm physically."
"HAAHAHAHA... Now you see human, I'll devour you!" Pishacha then launched an energy attack in our direction.
We all jumped out of the way to avoid the attack. The attack left a ditch behind.
Both I and Curna avoided with ease but Red-Hairs' movement were sluggish, though he did manage to avoid any harm.
"Red-Hairs, you don't feel fine to me? You can take a step back, me and Curna can handle this on our own." I suggested but Red-Hairs was unstable now.
"Shut It! I am not taking orders from you... I can, do this on my own!" He set forth as he took out his wooden sword and closer the distance between him and Pishacha.
"Fool..." Curna uttered as he witnessed Red-Hairs efforts.
"Haahhh!!!" Red-Hairs swing his wooden sword but it passed through Pishachas not-physical body.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฃ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ด๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ...
Looking at this, Red-Hairs violently started swing sword around like an amateur kid.
Curna on the other hand was starring at Red-Hairs intensely.
"HAAHHAAAHAHA!! C'mon Commander, It Tickles HAHAHAHA!" Pishacha mocked, as his comrades laughed at Red-Hairs who desperately swing wooden sword right to left.
"Hmm... Here it comes," Curna murmured, focused on Red-Hairs.
"Tch... Darn You!!" Like a blast in gas, flames covered the wooden sword wield by Neulon. Blazes exploded at Pishacha,
"Wh-What Theโ?!!" As Pishacha jumped in astonishment. Other Pishachas were shocked too.
"Hehe... You like that?" Neulon said as he channel bless of divine in the weapon.
Covered with clear red flames, Neulon assaulted Pishacha with numerous violent strikes each time dealing a better amount of damage.
"Take this! And This!... AND THIIIS!!!" Unleashing the flames, Neulon slashed Pishacha 3 times without giving an opportunity to high up the guard.
"UARRRRAHHHH!" His wounds on fire, Pishacha screamed in pain.
"...H-How is this possible?!" A pishacha uttered as another Pishacha, their de facto leader, explained.
"Why not... He is, after all, the great Neulon. Devote of Gods, he is surely blessed by them."
As Pishacha finished explanation, so did Neulon exterminating.
Ashes of Pishacha prostrated on ground, buring in fury of Neulon.
"Hehehe... Hehe Ha... HAHAHAHAHAA!" Neulon laughed as he looked down at the ashes of perished Pishacha, then he turn his attention to the rest.
"Well then, it's your turn now..." He announced.
"I'll send you all to where you belong, the same place I send your friend... HELL! Hahahaha..."
Pishachas, at Neulon's declaration, shrink back in fear. But, as if they noticed something, they raised their chin up high again.
"Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself, Commander Neulon?" Leader of Pishachas smiled as he lowered his guard... A way of showing he wasn't afraid of other anymore.
"Huh? What, you want me to finish you firstโ?!!" Suddenly, as if paralyzed with grasp of an external force, Neulon stiffened.
He then fell to his knees, holding his head as he screamed in agony,
"AAAAAARGHHHH!!!"
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