"Two presences are making their way toward us, not trying to stay concealed at all" spoke Farsite, her long ears twitching lightly.
"What do they look like?" asked Gnataniel, his fist already crackling like a fireplace.
"Are they strong?" then asked Jhorn his sword already out of its sheath.
"One is much taller and larger than the other, I can't tell their strength at all" she responded to her two teammates.
The nine of them had spread out into teams of three to try and cover as much ground as possible, so only those three were here to intercept the two humanoid beings that were walking straight toward them.
They simply waited for them to show their faces as Farsite couldn't feel any killing intent at all for now, it would be had to just brutalize two random people, especially when what they are looking for had moved by itself.
Walking out of the empty forest and stepping onto Heiligian soil were two beings dressed exactly the same way, in long, dark coat with no hoods and wearing the same kind of white potato bags on their heads, only in slightly differents ways.
The smaller one wasn't so small as he should be nearing the one meter and eighty centimeters in height, he seemed to be lethargic in his movements and let his arms hang down, his potato bag was tucked in his dark coat.
The other, much taller and about twice as wide appeared to absolutly jacked beneath the dark coat, he stood tall as if he was a living wall, it was unlikely for him to be human, his potato bag wasn't tucked in and instead went down to his shoulders, it was secured to his neck with a rope that was tightly tied around it, it didn't seem to bother him in the slightest though.
Both of those curious characters stopped at the sight of the three elites and turned their heads to one another.
"Hey I, isn't there supposed to be nine of them?" questionned the large bag head, in an almost comically deep voice that also sounded like someone gratting two stone together.
"They probably split up to cover more grounds" responded the smaller bag head, talking in a suspiciously normal tone of voice as he let his head droop down.
"Ah, how stupid, this how people get killed" remarked the large one.
"Actually, it's by splitting up that some tends to survive" responded the small one before turning his head to the three people before the both of them.
His gaze felt like that of a dozen of people, his mask seemed to ripple like a wave a something moved beneath it.
"Let's focus before they get the idea to attack us" he then said as the sound of fabric being torn sounded in the area as six sharp bones sprouted from his back, moving around like headless snakes as he straightened up.
The larger one simply struck his chest with one of his fists before rushing toward them with sudden speed, as each of them moved away, they were able to feel the strong gust of winds pushing them back a slight bit as he zoomed past them, only stopping a few meters back as he dug his heels into the soil.
Just like that, the two bag heads, had managed to surround them.
Without wasting any more time, a multitude of arrows were flung at the smaller bag head, each hitting their mark, piercing both of his eyes, lungs as well as his heart but instead of damaging him, they all pierced right through his body without even being stained with blood.
Despite the utter lack of damage, Farsite had still managed to get his attention as she continuously showered him with arrows which she pulled from a quiver that didn't seem to be losing any of its arrows.
The small bag head, just took them all as he lunged his sharp bones at her from all directions, trying to force her to evade further and further from her two teammates that were currently busy dealing with the large bag head.
Gnataniel moved behind him while Jhorn went for an obvious attack at the front to get its attention, it didn't matter much since just like the other bag head, he didn't react much to the attacks thrown its way, taking the full brunt of the sword strike to his chest as if it was nothing, the sword was flung back as if Genocide Knight had tried to strike a solid rock while Fist Of Inceneration's attempt at kicking his knee resulted in him getting cut as his leg hit something sharp on the bag head's body.
'What is this guy made of?' he wondered as the small wound cauterised itself.
"Aahahah! Not bad at all, my turn now!" the bag head laughed boisterously as he send a punch at the knight's chest, Jhorn managed to protect against the strike but he was still thrown back far back from the impact.
Thankfully, he was wearing some good armor and avoided having bones broken at the start of the fight.
The large bag head was much faster and agile than it seemed at first glance, the only reason he had had trouble stopping his charge at the start was only because was incredibly powerful as well as heavy too, this guy seemed to have been carved out of a mountain.
Knowing that this wasn't a human in any way, Gnataniel backed off before the bag head targeted him and decided to strike harder, his fist erupted with vibrant flames as the fire extended around him, forming a protective layer of some sort.
The flames were powerful but also served another purpose, they shone brightly enough to be easily noticeable, especially when the surrounding vegetation was catching on fire.
The fire didn't extend much further as it was but mana fire but some smoke still rose in the air.
Seeing that the battlemage was making a beacon out of himself, the bag head went and focused on snuffing him out.
But instead of trying to rush him down and kill him off, he swung his open palms with great strength at him, trying to blow him out like a candle, conpletely ignoring Jhorn that was repeatedly slashing at his back and legs as it was barely noticeable to him anyways.
With his arms being as long as his height would suggest, his sweeps covered a large area before him and by focusing on the battlemage and putting a lot of his strength in each of those swipe, the battlemage had to focus on not being swept off his feet and flung into the air.
Still, the flames weren't going out at all and what had first fell like a kid trying to push him behind him was now starting to feel like an adult battering him witha crowbar.
The bag head swung his fist while turning around but it was easily evaded by the now faster Genocide Knight, his back was now visible due to the various cuts inflicted in his coat, revealing what appeared to be some sort of mineral colored like the skin of a fair skinned person.
The surface was unbeliavably rought and covered in small sharp protuberances.
It was a wonder how he could move around so swiftly with such a build.
Gnataniel crashed on his back as he dropped kicked the bag head where his spine should have been sending a explosion of flames that engulfed him whole.
All it did was undress him of his coat completely, only leaving the bottom of it hanging from his waist, mysteriously though, the bag on his head as well as the rope were intact.
Before the bag head could resume the fighting, he heard the voice of the other bag head calling out to him.
"O, the cavalry is coming" he said as swiftly moved around with his bones, he too had failed to get his opponent as Farsite was still showering him in arrows as he spoke.
"Alright then, you people, make sure to not understimate me next time, this fight was lame and lazy" spoke the large bag head as he jumped in the air, landing into the empty forest, vanishing from their sight.
"Did you guys notice?" asked the Fly Striker as she arrived next to her two teammates.
"Was yours also fighting a bit weirdly?" asked Jhorn, he had quickly noticed, just like the other two, that his opponent wasn't very tactical and was just swinging his arms around, there was nothing about his techniques at all, it was just brute force and nothing else, something unexpected from even somewhat intelligent monsters, much less from an humanoid one that could speak just fine.
"It felt like he had never fought before" remarked Gnataniel, an unlikely thing as those two beings had seemed fairly old, leading to each of them being on guard, expecting their opponents to whip out some crazy moves or skills but none of it had happened, leading to a 'lame' fight as the large bag head had put it.
"The one with the stone face had attacked me with some expertise at least and ferpcious killing intent, this one? Not so much at all" spoke Jhorn, remembering the punch he had received, this thing clearly had the tools to send him in the grave, it definitely had the power to kill him but had completely lacked anything else to make it happen, even if his hesitance most likely played in him getting hit, he was certain of this fact.
"All that I can say is that something is definitely up in this so called peaceful forest, that's three bizarre and powerful creatures that appeared from it" uttered Gnataniel as the other six finally made their way here, it seemed like the smaller bag head wasn't willing to take any chance and had ordered a retreat way in advance.