Instead of using the short sword in his hand, Invictus opted for physical violence and delivered mental strain on his attackers. He could have easily killed them with traps had he set up some but he didn't.
Adrenaline and exhilaration drive Invictus to enjoy the hunt. Adding a little spice to the game of hunting is the enjoyment he desires and his ego seeks.
Nothing is better than the excitement of fighting monsters and people gives him. A part of him is a battle maniac, always looking for that
exhilaration a fight to death gives him.
Excitement is like fuel to his desire for vengeance. The greater its
amount, the livelier he feels. In this world where he had nothing more to lose, even the life he holds dear was somehow taken away from him, the only thing that has got him moving is his unsatisfied desire for vengeance and despair.
"Once this whole kingdom is plunged in chaos and turmoil, I shall perish from the face of the earth, for my work here is finished, and it will be a job well done."
Three of Jorp's allies had run off from the house, afraid that they might die at the hands of someone crazier than they already are.
One was knocked out cold, and Jorp could feel his partner getting cold feet just from staring back at Invictus and receiving those intense bloodlusts.
"You're not gonna run away too, right?" Jorp asked his allies, his voice trembling and in doubt. "I know you're not a coward like those three."
No words were heard from his partner. From then and there, he kicked off the ground, and shut open the door on his way out of the house with his tail tucked between his legs.
"O-Oi! That fucking coward!"
Everyone ran off, leaving Jorp alone in the house with the intimidatingly bloodthirsty Invictus glaring daggers at him. Even the guy who was first knocked out scrammed from Invictus' eyes, brokenly screaming at the top of his lungs outside the house and in the alley.
"Is it just me or are your legs shaking right now? Are you perhaps, scared?" intoned Invictus with a hint of mockery in his voice.
Someone who has the title of "Mad Killer" could not let that one slide. It sure enraged him. Speaking to him as though he was the same as those cowardly pricks is what makes his blood boil.
"That's rich coming from someone hiding his face behind a mask. I bet you're as ugly as a monkey."
"Mere words of insult do not work on me."
"Really, huh?"
In the small living room, where dry stains of blood were splashed all over the floor and walls, Jorp challenges Invictus to a battle to the death.
When fighting someone, Invictus does not display weakness or underestimation of his enemies. As carefully as possible, he would conduct a thorough observation of his opponent's attack pattern, and behavior, and then toy with them for a while until all the excitement dissipated.
'Is he a magic user or skill user?'
Jorp pondered his thoughts, taking guesses as to what kind of user Invictus was. Cautiously, he tested out Invictus, doing slick attacks with accuracy, trying to make his enemy reveal his power.
"Are you wondering if I can use magic or skills? I use none."
His question was answered but he did not buy it. In his head, it could be a form of distraction or something Invictus said to make him think that he is just an ordinary guy with intense bloodlust.
"Don't take me for a fool! I ain't buying everything you say!"
Street fights, living in constant fear of getting beat up by his father, all of Jorp's bad experiences in the past were what turned him into what he currently is. Growing up in the streets after killing his abusive father with his own two hands honed him both physically and mentally.
Only a few people can scare Jorp, and those people are remarkable people that Jorp would not want to mess with.
Invictus might not remember Jorp but the latter's inner soul knows someone with a similar capacity to emit tremendous bloodlust. However, the Invictus Jorp was acquainted with having the power to rule over Estaria.
No, he was sure that as time passed by, Invictus would grow into a far more terrifying human being.
Exerting shock waves from their attacks as their short sword and knife clashed against each other and their bodies moved accordingly, killing off the only light they were getting from the lamp.
"Badump, badump... I could hear your heart pumping."
The two had to rely on their sharpened senses, walking in circles around the small living room, erasing their presence, and being mindful of their steps not to make any sort of noise.
Just for spite, Invictus rubbed his shoe soles on the floor, creating noises inside the house. Their hearing senses were quite sensitive after heightening it, so Jorp impulsively acted, lunging with one big leap forward using his right foot.
He thrust with his knife and caught a glimpse of Invictus' devious expression upon clashing weapons as his short sword guided Jorp's sharp weapon up in the air, which created little sparks that lighted both of their faces.
The grating sound of two metallic objects made Jorp's skin crawl. He felt all of his hair in his body stand up at the bone-chilling grate their weapons made when Invictus parried his attack.
"Did seeing my expression just now make you back away? Do I scare you that much?"
Only realizing the creepiness of the man speaking to him in a mask has Jorp rethinking his decisions. But as always, pride always thrives over logical thinking, which tells him that running away would be a great fallacy, instead of fighting with little to gain.
"Enough talk! And enough with your condescending tone!"
Jorp's driving force was his anger and trampled pride as someone who is titled the "Mad Killer." He wanted to live up to the title people back in his hometown gave him after the murder of street thugs.