The scout froze as he felt a hand gripping his head from behind, how had he gotten behind them? Had the spell worn off that quickly? "How do you get behind me, you bastard? I thought you were a Caster? How many skills do you have."
Belialthorn smiled. Human Casters are usually limited to spells that are mostly related to their skills, unless they have got a special class like him. His Noble Demon class gave him the ability to cast different ranges of arcane but his specialty was fire.
He could learn different types of arcane but it's better to stick to one or two specialties because it's easier to master one or two types of arcane.
That doesn't mean Belialthorn didn't have different spell tricks like the one he had used to free himself from the skill the Caster used.
"You only have yourself to blame for not studying your targets," Belialthorn said, he began weaving another spell in his mind but in truth, he had started the spell before he made himself known to the assassins.
The Scout's eyes darted to the Caster who shook his head 'There's no way to cast a spell with him behind you'
"So what do you think you can do? I have your partner here in my hand. Kill me and be ready to hold her dead body and by that time my partner would have Killed you." He tightened his hand on the dagger he held to her throat, maybe he should activate his invisible skill but the man holding his head had made the skill useless.
Belialthorn laughed, covering his anger with the laughter that made the assassin shudder. "Hold her dead body? You are the one dying here tonight."
"Are you blind? My dagger is inches from her throat." He pressed it closed until the thin trail of blood started dripping down Rota's neck.
Rota whimpered at the sting of the dagger, her relief that Thorn was saved replaced by the fear of being close to death. Maybe she should have listened to Thorn and trained her.
The smell of blood hit Belialthorn and he wanted nothing more than to unleash his most mastered spell— fire. But Rota would be affected too.
He had almost finished the spell he was forming in his mind anyway, he just had to keep the scout occupied.
"But you won't kill her, would you? You are also afraid of death." Belialthorn said.
The scout was silent, and then he suddenly grinned. "Afraid of death? I love death so much that I choose it as a work. The feel of sticky blood and knife parting warm flesh. The futile struggle for survival while I held them down..." he continued laughing.
The scout's killing aura envelope Rota like clothes made of pebbles and she gasped, her heart running faster. This man was not only a killer, he was a mad one. She knew instinctively that he meant to kill her, even if he died.
"Thorn..." she whispered, voice trembling.
"Do you hear that? I love the way they sound when they know their end is near!" The Scout cut her neck....or tried to. Thick strands of darkness like spider webs covered his hands and part of his body, holding him tight to the ground.
The dagger at Rota's throat remained useless and cold against her flesh.
"What...you..." The scout spluttered as he tried to move his hand with all the strength of his level 10 body but the darkness held fast.
Belialthorn's eyes shone blue as he gazed at the Caster who stopped from his discreet movement. "Don't come closer and don't try to run either. I have you marked down."
The caster showed emotion for the first time, his eyes darted around in unmistakable fear and he pointed his hand at them. "I can kill her from here, and kill you too before my spell wear off from you."
"No, you can't. Where I came from we were all trained on how to cast spells quickly and I can say I'm not so bad in it." It was one of the things he was proud of himself for, quick casting. Although he was best at fire he could still cast so basic spells of other types of arcane.
"Don't you dare! Why would you cast your spell while I am in front of you?" The Scout struggled against the darkness binding him.
"It's been fun." Belialthorn made the darkness on his right hand solid then pumped mana into it until it grew long sharp thorns, piercing the scout in the head.
The caster flinched as a long thorn made of darkness jutted out of his partner's head. He watched in horror as the thorns kept getting bigger until his head exploded. The caster ignored all reason, turned, and ran.
Belialthorn didn't let him go far before he unleashed another spell. All the caster heard was a whooshing sound before something cold passed through his heart and he collapsed soundless.
Belialthorn's stomach grumbled as the smell of warm blood and brain filled his nose and he wished he could feast right here and now but he had to keep to his human pretense.
Rota was too shocked to move, covered in blood and a bit of brain all she could do was stare, her gray eyes wide. Thorn ripped the dagger that trapped her away and undone his spell so the body of the assassin could collapse.
"A little cut should be easy to heal," Belialthorn murmured as he looked at her with his brows furrowed. What was wrong with her though? Was she broken? Humans have such weak minds.
"How do you do that?" Rota blinked at him. He looked so distinguished, standing there in the near darkness his blue eyes shining. Rota had always known he was keeping something from her but she wouldn't have ever guessed he was that powerful.
"You killed the two of them." She said. Her mind stabilizing now that the dangers had passed, she loosened her hand on her spear. The warm metal reminded her that she didn't even fight back.
"Yes," Belialthorn said flatly. He knew this day was coming but it came to fast.
"Who are you, Thorn."