"Only three are left…" Requiem looked around, entering the armoury still filled to the brim with weapons. He lowered his gaze to one of the bandits, a bloody gash draw across his abdomen and he scurried back, crossing his arms before his face.
A woman cried in the corner, and the final man tried to comfort her. He dropped down from the beastly Dragnur, turning around to take his sword with him. As he turned around, a cold smile forms on his face, growing into a grin as he heard movement.
The man, who had acted so frightened earlier, leapt into action. He picked up a shard of metal, a scream uttered from his throat as he lunged for Mylos. The shard connected with the armour, and to his shock, it cracked — like glass — then exploded.
"Impossible." The man blinked, staring at his bleeding hands as he staggered back, stunned as he wore a terror stricken expression on his face. There was a flash of light as Requiem spun around and his blade severed through flesh and bone.
⦗Killed 1 Bandit⦘
⦗Earned 1 DP⦘
The duo watched, their eyes widened and pupils dilating as the vertical halves of the man fell to the ground, blood splattering across the area. The last man, darted for the door, abandoning the last survivor, because in the next instance, he was smashed into the wall and maimed.
The woman looked around. There was no escape. All of the doors were locked and the only one open was guarded by the monster. She grabbed a pike in her hand, tears streaming down her face as she ran forward to impale Requiem.
Requiem grabbed the spear, dashed forward and in the next moment his sword had impaled her in the neck. He frowned, twisting the blade and creating a mess of blood and flesh and he swung her body around until his sword cut out of her neck.
⦗Killed 2 Bandits⦘
⦗Earned 2 DP⦘
"Tch…" he kicked her away, "Communicating with these fools now is useless."
He walked back to Dragnur, climbing the beast. Now he was done slaughtering the bandits with the help of Dragnur, Requiem and his breast packed up the weapons. He loaded everything into the carriages, patting Dragnur's head as he attached them to the beast, "Let's go."
They rode forth through the streets. The people had broke into a frightened commotion and the source lay sprawled before him. Requiem frowned, "Are those bandits killing people? I understand it is to be expected of fools like them…"
Then again,
'This only made his job easier.' Requiem narrowed his eyes behind his visor as Dragnur slowed to blend into the shadows, sneaking into the halls where a great number of nobles had been holed up in for whatever reason by the bandits — he cared little now.
He had no problems sneaking through the massive doors and down the halls, until he reached a door he suspected led to where the nobles were gathered. Requiem glanced around, dead guards in battered up armour lay sprawled before his vision.
The curtains were drenched in blood and the thick metallic stench of blood invaded his nostrils, causing him to frown. Requiem lowered his upper body to lay on Dragnur, whispering into the large ears of the beast, "Break in through the door."
Dragnur roared, then charged forth, smashing into the door with his head. Blocks were sent into the air as he slid to a halt inside the room, his paws creating sparks across the ground. Requiem rose, glancing around with a cold gleam shining in his eyes,
"Huh?" He noticed the bandits gathered around the nobles and not one of them were killed. They were hurdled in a corner, in the midst of begging and negotiations, they all turned to him. Bandit and Noble alike, all on high alert and bandit drawing their weapons.
Behind his visor, Requiem felt blood rise to his face. Steam rose up from his head. He had made a great miscalculation — veins pop on his head — quite a grave one. He patted Dragnur, then dropped down, "I guess whatever you want done right, you have to do it yourself."
He counted eight bandits here and thirteen nobles here. Three of the bandits were armed with a foreign type pike and two with bow and arrows. The last three brandished long swords which they'd thought best to point in his direction, he stared back with contempt.
Before anyone could attack, he flicked his blade, wiping the blood that remained on it, then leapt forward. An arrow whizzed past him, and he weaved out of its path, swinging his blade and sending a bandit flying back—
⦗Blessing Active!⦘
As the bandit slid to the ground, the sword loosening from his grasp, the hole in his chest bled a fountain of blood, pooling up beneath the bandit. Requiem withdrew his hand, his sword behind his back, and his visor gleaming, reflecting the candlelight.
⦗Killed 1 Bandit⦘
⦗Earned 1 DP⦘
'So this is the power of chaotic rifts?'
He locked on the archer. They fired shots spontaneously, aiming to narrow down his movements, but such little fools — they looked into his eyes as he moved, and he uttered the word, "Freeze." And, as if consumed in ice, the archers froze up.
⦗Blessing Active!⦘
Requiem spun his blade around, darting past a lunging pike and sidestepping a cleaving sword. A gleam flashed in his eyes as he spun around and slammed his palm into the ground, and an aura was evoked from within him, shrouding the area in a suffocating pressure.
The ground cracked up, then exploded! The two bandits, stunned, did not notice Requiem's leap forth and swinging of his blade. Their heads were sent flying before either could react. A sword was fast enough to collapse upon his armour, but he turned around in retaliation.
His sword, pushed in deep, was dragged out as the man staggered back, his blood spraying over the curtains and carpets, bloodying the idols and portraits until he staggered back and collapsed to a painful death before Requiem.
The noblemen and women looked elated. The gods had sent a hero from heaven to rescue them from these horrible fools! Some shed tears, others bowed their heads in prayers. Requiem stared at them for a split second, then returned his gaze to the bandits.
One of the pike users tried to force the archers out of their daze and the other turned around to the nobles. His pike vibrated and his kneecaps shook, threatening to give way at any minute, "I-If you come any closer, th-then I will kill these important nobles—"
"Sorry, you missed your chances." Requiem said, his voice fell heavier than a boulder, as freezing as the heart of a tundra, and it shattered the little bead of hope the bandit clenched ever so tightly. A single expression formed on his face, and it was despair.
Dragnur leapt forth, a black blur, and the man was picked up into the air, and crushed the man in its maws, splashing more blood around the walls. He spat the bloody mess of the man back out after a while, emitting a horrid stench that filled the nobles' nostrils.
"I have decided to take matters into my own hands."