The bandit leader looked at his fallen men,
"Pathetic. Killed by a little boy." Were the words he uttered.
"These men died for you!" Akame screamed.
"Dull-witted fools they were."
Akame drew her sword, in battlement stance, applying the little that Gozan had taught her, she thrust the sword with all the muscles in her back, harnessing the zephyrs of the warm wind.
Her sword flew, faster than a stick to a tree.
She pierced the gaze of a man, but not the one she tried for.
The bandit had thrown a noble before him to protect his own life.
Cruel nobel he may be, he deserved it no more than the man behind him.
He screamed out in terror, his left eye fading from his corpse.
Akame was left speechless, the noble in shambles.
"What... have you done?"
He yielded to the floor, pleading for mercy.
A bandit walked behind her and readied his dagger.
"Stop it! By the grace of Indra, nay, by the wrath of Orpheus, I will return tenfold any harm that falls upon her." Mizu prompted with his chest.
"Big words for a little boy. Why don't you say it with your soul now, boy?"
Mizu looked him in his eyes, his shining blue pearls held the ocean within them.
"I, Mizu Aqualon, by all gods, of the sea, of the wind, of the earth, of the abyss, declare you forfeit."
The nobles' skin shivered.
"He can't be.."
"Hush! I don't have time for your conspiracies, he is a simple low-born orphan."
The bandit leader turned to the boy, a look of approval washed upon his face.
"I, Kleine of Hatfield, born with no last name to speak of, child of humble farmers, swear by the gracious Loegaire, the wrathful Nemain, the deathly Labraid, that I will have your head, boy."
The man and the boy, locked eyes, a mutual agreement to a duel, swearing by their gods, that the other would lay claim to the grave.
TO BE CONTINUED