"AHHHHHH!" This ti the howl ca from Priam's throat. Without thinking, he released his spear from Orthos' skull and grabbed it. Fatigue weighed on his shoulders, but he ignored it. The fight against Orthos had been quick but intense, and returning to the front without a mont's rest promised a tough fight. Yet it seed he had no choice...
Dashing toward the Boss, he charged his kinetic skill and identified his enemy. He was angry but not blinded by rage. This new Baron was an opponent he had to face seriously.
[Identification]
[Lunar Lord - Nea] - Nad after the legendary lion and son of Orthos. Nea is only a pale imitation of the mythological beast and has no real kinship with the late Orthos. Nevertheless, they were friends, and it will pursue the murderer of its brother with its terrible vengeance.
I hope your middle na is Heracles...
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My na is Priam fucking Azura, and I'll crush this cat. Hey you, co here! I bet you're neutered!
As Priam closed the distance between himself and Nea, Nea looked away. The Baron leaped towards another fighter and easily cut him to pieces. To the rest of the warriors, Nea and its white coat was a ghost. To be close enough to notice it was to be too close to death. As Priam altered his course to intercept the feline, it retreated, leaped, dodged, feinted, and killed more humans. It was faster than Priam and had no intention of letting the rest of the fighters who had trapped Orthos escape. It seed to have decided that the murderer of its friend would be the last to die. The warriors who had been knocked unconscious by the canine boss's scream were not spared, and Nea seed to enjoy stepping on them. As he tried to catch up with the Baron, Priam had to avoid stepping on human remains. Witnessing the massacre only strengthened his resolve: the cat had to die.
In a matter of seconds, the Boss wiped out any semblance of resistance. It seed smart enough to recognize that allowing humans to organize could be dangerous. Playing with its food, yes. Losing to mice, no.
Priam tried ten tis to attack the Baron and failed ten tis. He finally stopped when he realized he couldn't catch the second Boss. This one was too fast. The young man's emotions were boiling over, and his fury and helplessness threatened to overwhelm his reason. He concentrated for a second on [Soul Mirror]. In the pure water, he saw his face distorted by a fierce sneer, and the ugliness of his expression cald him. He was a man and not a beast. That the animal could play with his emotions was already a defeat.
Priam breathed for a second before thinking. Every mont that passed sounded the death knell of a man or a woman, and he knew he didn't have ti to calm down completely. He would have to deal with his anger. He could accept it as long as it was in the service of his fight.
By the ti he thought about it, seven other people were dead. I want to stop it from killing more, but it's always one step ahead of . I move fast, but it's an exceptionally agile Boss. I won't catch it alone. I need to contact Anne and gather so semblance of resistance. With one last look at a man about to be gutted, Priam headed for Anne's last known location. He couldn't help the stranger, but he hoped to avenge him.
When he reached the top of the mound that was supposed to house Anne, Priam's eyes widened. For a mont, surprise dominated all his other emotions. In front of him, about twenty corpses were strewn on the ground. About twenty archers were lined up. Behind them, fighters mingled with warriors in more utilitarian roles - such as trackers, guides, ssengers, strategists, and bards. All were dead. What happened?
Priam beca dizzy. He had to lean on his spear to keep from falling. He had known death, but seeing one massacre after another would have been unbearable for any human capable of empathy. The adrenaline of battle was slowly leaving him while his emotions were disturbed. He had defeated the first Baron, but almost everyone else was dead. Despite all his efforts, nothing was going right. Defeat was beginning to find cracks in his ntal armor.
"No! I can and must act. People have died here, and it is not by crying over them that I will avenge them."
Closing his eyes, Priam ditated for a few seconds to suppress the anger and sadness overtaking him. He repeated these words to himself several tis to regain his confidence. He knew that scenes of massacre often broke soldiers, and he did not want to sacrifice his sanity today. I may be sad for these people, but I have to think about myself. And right now, I feel like soone is playing for a fool...
He was not stupid. With his strength and style, Nea would have thrown those corpses everywhere. Many would have been mutilated and scattered. Priam moved closer and turned over the corpse of a middle-aged man. The rest of the scruffy sweater - he must have been wearing it the day of the Tutorial - was stained with blood. Inspecting the clothing, Priam saw a clean cut through the heart.
"He was killed from behind. By a dagger or a knife. First, Orthos guarding the secret entrance to the do, and now this? What are you looking for, Anne?"
Behind him, Nea was finishing destroying the human resistance. Priam could do nothing more for them. To save a few people by staying by their side was to allow Anne to continue her machinations. Moreover, Priam was worried. The Amazon's plans did not look simple. Killing Orthos had opened a path to the do. Priam's family was potentially in danger, which ca before a few strangers' lives. Priam did not consider himself selfish, but his family would always co first.
Without looking back, Priam began to run in the direction Orthos had co from. In doing so, he knew the rest of the humans were dood. What matters is my family. I am not the protector of the innocent...
While the Baron was busy with useless thoughts, Priam thought he had gathered enough kinetic energy. He jumped and pirouetted over the big cat. With his free hand, he grabbed the fur on Nea's head before releasing the animal's front paw. He had thought of using a super-powered blow to amputate the feline, but he was currently holding the Baron. Thus, the backlash from the attack was sure to amputate him as well. Any action caused a reaction. If I'm going to use all my strength, I might as well not hurt myself. I have to aim for the eyes.
Perched on the head of the Boss who was growling in indignation, he cocked his blow by flattening his left hand. The eyes of the two antagonists t, and Priam struck. In the sa movent, Nea clawed.
Nea did not see Priam's hand before it entered its left eye socket. The arm disappeared into the Baron's skull as all of the young man's kinetic energy was discharged in the movent. Unlike the previous fight, Priam was using kinetic energy to accelerate his own body. He had better control of the attack, but he was putting his arm at risk. Hitting a tree slowly was benign, but when you hit a hard surface with all your might, it was not uncommon to break your hand.
Priam's movent was almost perfect. His inhuman perception of his own body and his dexterity allowed him, even without training, to know instinctively how to move his muscles. No false moves, no self-inflicted wounds from a brutal and violent blow. But the kinetic energy of the acceleration caused the muscles in his arm to buckle.
The Baron's eye was easily pierced, and the flattened hand continued on its way. Behind the eyeball, it t the bone separating the eye from the brain in a cat. In humans, the brain was directly behind the eye, but the skull of a cat protected it better. Priam didn't know this and, carried away by his montum, his hand ca crashing against the bone. Both shattered, and Priam scread as the bones in each of his fingers broke.
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As Priam landed on his feet a few feet away from the Boss - he had let go of his grip because of the pain - he looked at the damage he had caused. As if in slow motion, Nea's body collapsed and lay on the ground. Shards of his own bones had penetrated the Boss's brain. Its dead.
Seeing the Baron's immobility, Priam looked at his left hand. Bits of bone had pierced his flesh. His fingers looked like crushed sausages. The sight of his shredded hand made him dizzy. He wanted to vomit in horror and pass out at the sa ti. Can I heal from this?! With my vitality over 100... Maybe? In the worst case, it will be cured in my next resurrection, right?
There was a difference between knowing you would be perfectly healed and seeing your flesh mutilated. Priam had died many tis before and was no stranger to pain. Yet he knew he was not yet ready to get used to seeing his body tortured. Moreover, Nea's last attack had also hit him hard in the side. The animal's claws were sharp, and Priam couldn't absorb the blow because he was so busy attacking himself. Without his exceptional constitution, Priam's insides would have escaped by now. He gritted his teeth and tore off his shirt to make a makeshift bandage. His Vitality was already healing him. He wouldn't die from this wound, but combined with his crushed hand, he was seriously disabled.
"Well, I hope the System doesn't know the adage 'bad luck cos in threes'. But if it does... Am I going to fight a giant ferret? A colossal snake? A monstrous turtle? What else do people have as pets?..."
The Baron's body jerked as Priam pondered how to treat his hand. Incredulous, Priam looked up: bits of bone were being pushed out of the Boss's eye socket, and his wounds were closing rapidly.
"A Boss cat... Don't tell his skill is that he has nine lives?! Holy shit, that's totally cheating!"
Indifferent to the indignation of Priam, Nea opened its eyes.
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