Under the cover of the night, I snuck back into the village. Spears tightly gripped in both hands, both me and Pillar slowly crawled towards a building currently being ransacked.
The hooligans currently wrecking the building was being overseen by a hooded man. He was impatiently hurrying them, seeming to find faults with every action they take.
"You imbeciles! How hard is it to find a piece of stone with the top half bathed in blood? Do you have holes where your eyes are? It's been hours!" The hooded man used a hatchet held in his right hand and threw it forward, hitting one of the hooligan in the back of his head. It was an instant kill.
Hmm. He's got a pretty good aim. My spirituality is telling me he's a beyonder.
Another criminal? They're pretty good with weapons right? Hope he's not another magician type...
Anyway, talking about magicians its time to try out my spells! Let's hope its effects are awesome. Maybe I can give people Alzheimer's at will!
I focused on the robed man and willed myself to cast "Man is an island" at him. Like a dream, a video like sequence drifted in my mind.
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"Inject your spirituality into it and immediately toss it at the enemy immediately. Immediately. Do not hesitate. I'm not able to create this charm with frequency so be mindful of when you need to use it..."
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The hooded person paused, then reached for a pouch tied around his waist and pulled out a brooch and stared at it. His brows furrowed in confusion as he further studied it. He closed his eyes and firmly grasped the brooch and after a while, the brooch glowed red. After a few seconds, in surprise, he tried to throw the brooch away but as it was leaving his hands, it exploded midway.
It was almost like a grenade as a ball of fire expanded and burned everything in its path. Half of the body of the hooded man, from head to waist, was caught in the blast and he tried rolling in the ground to put out the fire while screaming, "Argh! Help me! It hurts!"
Wew. That was lucky. First cast and I already got rid of the beyonder in the group. Man I'm such an awesome... mage? Psychic? Mentalist?
I walked towards him as he was trying to put out the fire from his face and stabbed him in the neck.
There was a *crunch* sound and in no time he was gone from the world.
The rest of the hooligans ransacking the house was attracted by the sound of the exploding brooch and looked at me killing the crispy man.
I beckoned them forward.
One by one, they got out of the house and stood their ground. They looked at one another and slowly approached me while readying their weapons.
Five men. And my spirituality is telling me they are weak. More prey for me... Hehehe...
I looked at the biggest of them, who stood in the center. He was carrying a thick wooden oar, commonly used to row a canoe, easily on one hand.
Time to see if I can make him forget about his allies.
Once again I willed myself to cast 'Man is an island' and another image wafted into my mind.
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Looking through the wardrobe of a woman he just killed, he found a tiny, pink underwear. Giggling to himself, he took of his pants, showing a long... and wore the female undergarment, stretching it and causing it to almost tear across his groins. He sighed in relief. And wore his pants back
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...what the fuck!
The large man paused, then looked at his groin area, before shrugging and then focusing back on me.
Why the fuck would the skill make him forget about the panties he is wearing? How is that useful in anyway? And the image! Argh! How do I scrub that image from my mind?!?!!
Feeling about half of my spirituality used up, I decided to just fight with my spear.
The wooden spear. Not his strangled spear. I mean... Argh! Get that image out of my mind!!!
The shortest of the group decided to be brave and rushed towards me, his machete waving in the air, ready to be brought down at any time.
I was faster and more accurate.
Before he even got within slashing distance of me, I lunged and thrust my spear forward, hitting him right in his left eye till the back of his skull.
I pulled back my weapon and he dropped down like a sack of stone.
Four to go.
Seeing my proficiency with the spear, the other four became more cautious. They slowly spread out and soon were at equal distance from me in a semi circle.
Then all four rushed at me at the same time.
As they got close enough, I chose to step back, causing two of them to miss their swing. I riposted and stabbed an arm, causing it to drop the club it was wielding.
The man pulled back his hand and snarled in pain. The other three continued their assault and I swung my spear in a semicircle arc to my front, casing them to pause lest they get caught by the sharp end.
Immediately, I redirected the swing to flow into a thrust to my two o'clock. As he had previously tried to retreat, the man wielding a knife found that he was too unsteady to dodge my spear and soon found it lodged in his throat.
Two and a half to go...
The large, panties wearing man, seeing that I had overextended to stab the person beside him, used both arms to bring his oar up and followed with a powerful downward swing.
I let go of my spear to dodge his attack, my increased physical abilities enabling such an act with ease. I counterattacked with a fist to his face and he was knocked back flying, spewing blood and teeth on his way to the ground.
The last armed man, seeing me easily beat up a much bigger person with almost no effort, paused, then started to run away.
I plucked out the spear still stuck to the throat of the dead man, and hurled it at the retreating coward. It struck at his chest from the back and he fell face down, never to get up ever again.
Looking at the large man in a prone position and clutching his bloodied nose and another kneeling down trying to bandage his hand with some rags, I relaxed slightly.
I breathed out black smoke and directed it towards the large man and as he was too distracted by his broken nose, he breathed in the fumes.
He started coughing.
...
And that's it.
Bruh. That's such a weak poison. Can't you give him ebola or something instead?
I decided to experiment and caused the smoke to cover his head in a black bubble. His coughing continued and after a long while, it turned to wheezing.
Asthma? That's it? Actually he's probably dying more from the lack of air instead of the poison in the black smoke.
Deciding not to prolong his agony, I picked up a knife on the ground and walked towards him and ended his life with a stab through his skull.
The man with the wounded hand was shaking as he witnessed everything and...
Ugh... Did he just pissed himself... Not getting close to him...
I walked and picked up my spear from the dead coward and pointed the sharp end at the pissing man.
He kneeled and raised both his hand in an act of surrender.
Pillar walked towards him, sniffed, then huffed, before raising his back right leg and then pissing on his pants.
Uhh. He is already wet and stinky. Why'd you add to that? Bad dog!