In the midst of his confusion and as he braced for a counterattack, a surreal and grueso scene unfolded.
The head of the man who had fired the weapon abruptly separated from his shoulders, falling to the ground with a sickening thud, as if severed by an invisible blade.
Behind him stood a young man, distinguished by his luminous yellow hair that flowed down his back like a cascade of light, giving him an almost ethereal presence.
Before Ty or the remaining assailant could fully process the shock, the first robber's accomplice, driven by confusion and fear, raised his firearm and fired next.
However, his attempt was futile; the bullet was split in two by a swift, almost imperceptible strike. The mysterious swordsman, wielding his mist-like sword with precision and grace, had moved with incredible speed to position himself between Ty and the second robber.
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"Sorry, citizen, I did not an to alarm you or let these guys hurt you," the swordsman said in a soft, calming tone, just as the second man fell dead at Ty's feet.
Ty, reassured by the intervention, responded, "No worries, I had things mostly handled, but thanks for the help."
As the man carefully sheathed his blade, using a cloth to wipe off the blood, Ty couldn't help but notice the swordsman's eyes—white and devoid of any color, as if they were windows to an empty room.
Extending an arm, the swordsman offered Ty a handshake. "You as well, thanks for keeping your friend safe and holding out until I arrived," he said with a hint of gratitude in his voice.
With a smile, Ty accepted the handshake. "What is your na, sir? And, are you blind per chance? Sorry if that's a bit rude to ask."
The swordsman introduced himself, "My na is Rusuf. It's a pleasure to et you and your date. Sorry your evening was ruined, but I hope it may begin to appear in a new light, and you both walk a closer line together."
Rusuf nodded, his expression serene despite the revelation. "But, yes, my ordinary eyesight was lost at birth, but I see the world in a different way."
Ty, puzzled by the explanation, inquired, "Oh, and how is that?"
"I see the energy outline of every living being and the honesty and truth in their speech. I can tell you are both good people, though there's sothing about you that I'm missing. What is your na?"
Ty hesitated for only a mont before responding, "Oh, it's Ty Hockenson. And I know you might—"
Before he could finish, Ty felt the cold edge of a blade against his neck as Rusuf interjected sharply, "You're the demon?!"
Ty, resigned yet calm, raised his hands slightly in a non-threatening gesture. "That's right, I'm the 'big bad evil demon' everyone is afraid of. But are you afraid of ?" he asked, half-jokingly, trying to diffuse the tension.
JJ, who had been silently observing the exchange, suddenly stood up. "Wait, it's a misunderstanding! Don't hurt him," she pleaded, stepping forward in an attempt to protect Ty and clarify the situation.
Rusuf's voice carried a hint of suspicion as he observed Ty's unfettered hands. "I sense that both his hands are separated, aning that he doesn't have the stone cuffs on. He could attack and burn half this countryside down right now if he wanted to," he said, moving the blade subtly closer to Ty's neck.
Ty, facing the sharp edge with a calm deanor, challenged Rusuf's assessnt. "If you can see past the flesh and all that stuff, tell , do I have it in to burn down an entire village and hurt people?"
After a brief pause, Rusuf reconsidered, his voice laced with uncertainty. "Are you sure you're the demon?"
Ty affird, "Yeah, being locked up as long as I have been, they definitely believe I'm a demon. And I do tend to show what you people claim to be demon tendencies with my eyes and fire."
Rusuf's curiosity then turned to Ty's current circumstances. "Where is your ntor right now anyways? It is Lt Daemon, right? And why are you alone with this poor female? Also, why are you, a demon, on a date with a female?" His voice was soft and calming, yet carried a strong undertone of confusion as he slowly withdrew his blade.
Ty took the opportunity to clarify the situation further. "Well, first off, he had an errand to run but he is close by, and I have earned his trust a bit. The woman across from is not my date; she is a good friend, I can say, who is also, I believe, my first sponsor. But we didn't get to that, as the two dead robbers interrupted everything."
He added earnestly, "And I have no intentions of burning or harming anyone."
Listening intently, Rusuf seed to weigh Ty's words carefully. After a mont, he responded, "I feel no lies in your words, but it is still concerning to see the demon unchecked so casually this far away. I will wait with you both until your ntor arrives, in case you have so technique that clouds my judgnt."
"Sure, that's fine by ," Ty agreed, nodding in understanding as Rusuf excused himself for a mont. In an impressively swift motion that barely registered to the eye, Rusuf approached the bodies of the fallen robbers, and just as quickly, they vanished, leaving no trace behind. Turning back to the patrons of the restaurant, Rusuf announced, "The problem has been solved.
Please, go about your days, drinking and enjoying your life. Don't let this shocking event ruin your future or your next days. Let this mont be a turning point for sothing better."
With a respectful bow, Rusuf's gesture elicited a light round of applause from those in the restaurant. The atmosphere, once tense and fearful, began to ease as patrons returned to their als or quietly exited the establishnt, the ordeal seemingly put to rest by Rusuf's actions.
A waiter, approaching Ty, JJ, and Rusuf's table with a slight nervous tremble, broke the montary calm. "What can I do for you three today?" he asked, his voice betraying the lingering shock of the event.
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