"Kill him!" shouted the leader in anger, prompting all the men to jump of their horses and attack him directly.
Argon stood at 2.5 meters tall, dwarfing even the largest guard there, however such a massive stature could also be a disadvantage when dealing with so many enemies.
As Argon fended off the guards in front of him, a single guard had hiden behind a tree and began drawing a pentagram. After 3 seconds the pentagram was complete. "Arferio," shouted the guard, sending a ball of fire towards Argon.
Argon's armor managed to take the brunt of the attack, however the impact knocked him to the ground, giving an opening for all the guards that surrounded him.
The guards wasted no time, aiming for the chinks in the joints of Argon's armor. Blood dripped from his armor, the crimson red blood staining the floor upon which they fought.
Argon knocked away one of the guards that had mounted him with a single punch, using his greatsword as a crutch to stand up.
The guard hiding behind the tree had finished another spell and sent a ball of fire- this one bigger than the first- towards Argon, sending him flying a few feet away.
"Look at him. This is why Dermitas should never dare to fight against us. You who have been shunned by the gods, dare to put up a fight when you don't have an ounce of magic in you?" laughed the leader of the guards as he walked towards the prone Argon, waving his sword in the air as he did.
"By the will of the gods, I send this Dermitas back to the cycle of rebirth," said the leader before thrusting his sword downwards towards Argon's neck. However, in that second, a wave of power knocked him back, sending all the guards to the floor.
"Overpower," said Argon, his helmet piece being flung off by the two massive horns that appeared on his forehead.
"Demonkin," murmured one of the guards as he stared at Argon's deep red eyes, his hair turning brick red as it waved in the air.
"Don't be afraid. Overpower only lasts 30 seconds, and he can't use magic. We just have to av-" before the leader could finish talking, his head was slashed off, blood spraying onto some of his men.
"R-run!" shouted a guard as the rest of the squadron retreated, however, Argon didn't let them get far. Holding the massive greatsword in a single hand he swung it left and right, slashing and slicing all those in his path.
Soon the battlefield was covered in a pool of blood, Argon the only one left standing.
After a few seconds the horns that had appeared on his head disappeared, his hair turned back white, as he fell to his knees, dropping his greatsword.
Argon was in a terrible state, and the form he had just used seemed to make it even worse. Blood was constantly dripping down his armor, and he fell down several times as he tried to stand.
He picked up his helmet piece and put it back on, his breathing heavy as he looked down the road in which his comrades had fled. He then turned around and stumbled towards the other side, as if walking aimlessly back the way he had come.
After stumbling and falling several times on his way he finally got back to the bush in which the first twin had fallen.
"Child of Alduin and Ava, forgive me. My time is nigh, and I cannot care for you. The white hair of the Dermitas shall one day make you an outsider, to all those even your kin. I will take you to a family, but past that it is up to you, forgive me boy," said Argon to the child once he had picked him up.
The child lay silently in his arms, as if it were comfortable being held by the armor-adorned giant.
Argon went back and picked up his greatsword, using it as a crutch as he searched for a nearby village. The sun had set, and the moon illuminated his path.
After walking for nearly 30 minutes they finally came across a small settlement. Argon knocked on one of the doors, and a green-haired woman answered.
"Oh my," she said in shock as she looked at the massive blood-covered man in front of her.
"This chid, please care for it. My time in this world is not long," said Argon, holding out the baby.
"I-I" stuttered the woman.
"I shall give to you this blade as payment. Although its creator is now unknown to the world, I can tell you it is a blade worthy of being wielded by a magus of the highest order," said Argon as he held out his blade as well, its brilliant black and red glimmering in the moonlight.
"But st-" the woman was about to reply.
"I don't have much time left woman. The choice is up to you, but as a child of Vita, I doubt you will treat an infant child with malice," said Argon before turning the grip on his greatsword and pointing it towards his neck.
"Gods who have shunned me for fighting for the freedom of the enslaved. I do not yield, in my next life and the one after that. I shall continue to despise you, for bringing calamity to me and my people," said Argon, before thrusting the sword into his neck, engulfing himself in brick red flames.
Nothing remained of him, not even his armor. The green-haired woman had realized what the man was from the words he had spoken, but still, she held the baby in her arms tenderly, as if it were her own.
'The gods truly are cruel,' thought the woman as she poked at the baby's nose.