Bartender(?) POV:
"And when the little girl p*ssed herself, I yanked out my knife and put it against her sh*tty brother's throat and said."
"Who's the dirty little pig now!?! Or should I say, dirty little s*w!"
"Hahahaha!" (group of men dressed in black robes.)
(Ugh. I can't wait to return to the central HQ after this assignment.)
A brown-haired, bearded man dressed in bartender clothing in his late forties was cleaning glasses behind the counter, disdainfully watching the group of black-robed men sitting in a circle in the middle of the inn.
The man was assigned by the executives of the Brotherhood a few years ago in the Aldonian Kingdom. It was not wrong to say he was a senior member of the Brotherhood. As such, he found it highly annoying that he had to babysit these idiots.
(Damnit! Where the hell is McVeigh!?! The bastards only listen to him! He was supposed to be here hours ago after getting into contact with our moles!)
Little did the bartender know that McVeigh was already dead, and two monsters were about to knock on their doors.
"Hey! Old man Barny! Get us some more shots of that Shrivelfig wine, will you!?!" A cultist drunkenly yelled.
The bartender, Barny, felt one of the veins on his head bulge.
"You damn bastards! We're supposed to have an important meeting about how we failed to capture the Princess! Just because McVeigh hasn't arrived doesn't mean you guys should be drinking all my wine! I hope you all die of liver failure or something!"
*BOOM!*
The front door suddenly exploded in a spray of wooden splinters. Barny and the inebriated cultists turned to look. That was a big mistake.
*FLASH!*
"Gah!!!"
"I can't see!!!"
"My eyes!!!"
Enjento POV:
"FBI! Open up!"
(Damn! I always wanted to say that line!)
After setting off the C4 he attached to the entrance, Enjento threw in a flashbang. After hearing the cries of the blinded cultists, he and Morrigan charged in guns blazing.
*RATTATATTA!*
*RATTATATTA!*
*RATTATATTA!*
"AGH!"
"It hurts!"
"Someone help!"
Enjento gunned down three terrorists while Morrigan leaped over him with agility and acrobatics that impressed even a seasoned spy like himself. She decapitated the head of one cultist mid-air with her crimson spear, then round-housed kicked another in the face after landing, knocking the poor sod out cold.
After this initial attack, the surviving cultists regained some sense of vision and pulled out knives and swords from their robes.
"Five down, seventeen more to go."
"Hey, Scathach! You wanna have a little competition?"
Morrigan perked her ears up in interest.
"Keep talking."
"If I kill more enemies than you, you have to let me take a look at your spear for research for a week."
"And if I win?"
"I'll make you one of the guns I own."
While pondering whether she should accept, a cultist crept up behind her. Without looking, Scathach simply smacked him with the back of her hand, sending him crashing into the wall.
"Hmm, since we both have three kills, I accept. With that said, let's begin."
After talking, Scathach used her spear to slice one cultist's upper body from his torso and used the butt of her spear to crush the ribs of another.
"That's five kills. You better get your game on if you want my spear."
"Don't worry. I wasn't idle."
While Scathach was twirling around the inn with her spear, Enjento gunned down two more cultists before switching his emptied M16 for dual Beretta 92s.
When Scathach turned around to provoke him, he had already riddled holes in another cultist, bringing his kill count to six.
"Tch." Scathach clicked her tongue in annoyance and then channelled mana into her spear, causing it to glow bright red.
"Looks like I better get serious."
After charging her spear, Scathach threw it like a javelin at a group of three cultists hiding behind upturned tables and chairs.
The three cultists attempted to cast a barrier spell after sensing the ridiculous amount of mana charged within the spear.
Despite their desperate attempt, the half-assed barrier was no match for the spear of the raven-haired warrior, piercing through it like a hot knife through butter.
Not losing momentum, the spear hit one of the cultists in the chest and-
*BOOM!*
blew up the two terrorists beside him and the wall behind them. Leaving a large gaping hole that let pedestrians look to see the commotion inside the inn.
[Author's Note:
Morrigan kill count: 8
Enjento kill count: 6
Surviving cultists: 7]
Seeing more than half their comrades dead by the nutjobs that showed up at their hideout, the cultists rushed towards the hole created by Scathach to escape.
"Let's get out of here!"
"Get away!"
"Run for your lives!"
"Like hell, I'm letting you get away."
Enjento holstered his pistols and leapt into the air, grabbing onto a wooden chandelier. Then, he used the chandelier like a swing to launch himself at the first cultist about to escape.
Using his momentum, he crashed feet-first into a cultist's head, causing the poor chap's head to snap around in a violent 180 degrees.
With their escape route blocked, the cultists have no choice but to stand their ground and fight.
Looking between Scathach and Enjento, the cultists didn't want to deal with the raven-haired spear wielder who could literally send them flying with a swipe of her hand. Although Enjento was dangerous in his own right, most of his kills came from using odd artifacts. However, after they saw that Enjento didn't have those said artifacts in his hands, they immediately began rushing him in hopes of killing at least one of the intruders and escaping with their lives.
Their decision proved to be a very, very bad mistake.
"Just because I'm unarmed doesn't mean I'm easy prey!"
Enjento slammed his fist into the face of one of the cultists, knocking him out. Then, he grabbed the cultist's fallen dagger and chucked it at another cultist, hitting him square in the chest. Seeing that going at him individually in close quarters won't work. The cultists formed a line and prepared to Enjento with several low-rank magic spells.
"Snow Blast!"
"Fire Bolt!"
"Pebble Shot!"
In response, Enjento pulled out and opened up a black umbrella, its dome facing towards the cultists.
Looking at this bizarre sight, the cultists all gave mocking smiles.
"Hahaha! Does this guy think he can block our magic with an umbrella!"
"He must be dumb! If I were him, I would have used those artifacts!"
"Now he's done for! Brothers! Let us kill this b*stard and avenge our fallen comrades!"
"YEAH!!!" (remaining cultists)
After they completed their spells, they threw them at Enjento, who remained standing there using his umbrella as a shield.
*BOOM!*
When the spells hit, they created a loud explosion and left a large cloud of smoke that filled the inn.
*Cough! Cough!*
"Did we kill him?"
After the smoke parted, they felt their jaws drop in shock when they saw Enjento standing intact alongside his umbrella.
Enjento folded his umbrella and arrogantly flipped his hair to the side.
"Do you think a bunch of third-rate thugs can beat me me, a seasoned spy, do you?"
The surviving three cultists turned to look at each other, then immediately dropped to their knees and performed a dogeza.
[Author's note:
Enjento kill count: 10
Scathach kill count: 8
Surviving cultists: 3]
"We surrender! Please spare us!" (surviving three cultists)
Enjento smiled triumphantly at the defeated cultists and turned to look at Scathach.
"Well, it seems like I win by two kills. Be prepared to give up your spear now."
"Don't worry. I'll return it within a week as promised."
Scathachn gave Enjento an imp-like smile.
"What are you talking about? We're both tied at ten kills."
Enjento looked at Scathach, puzzled by what she meant.
"What do you mean? I clearly killed ten while you killed eight."
"Oh, my bad, I forgot about the dogs still lying on the floor. I'll quickly correct that."
Scathach grabbed her spear and wielded it with one hand, lopped off the heads of two of the remaining three cultists.
"Yosh, now it's a tie, better luck next time!"
Scathach cheerfully skipped out of the inn, leaving Enjento fuming about her actions.