Swoosh!
Sol dodged the man’s first swing, and his ears buzzed with the sound of the sword tearing through the air.
Sol didn’t have to get hit by this sword to know that he would be cut in two if it did. He was nervous at first as he dodged the man’s attacks, but with each successive dodge Sol gained a bit of confidence.
This man wasn’t a master. His movents were clear as day to Sol and he could easily predict his movents.
After Sol dodge another one of his attacks, the leader’s face began to turn red from anger.
"H-How dare you! I’ll kill you damn brat!!"
The man roared out and the golden aura around him exploded.
Sol tried to resist the force, but he was forced to retreat. Looking through his crossed arms as the man wildly release his aura and kicked up dust, Sol thought to himself.
’This is my chance.’
As the man grabbed his sword with both hands, the golden aura around it doubled in intensity, anwhile the protective layer of Holy Energy around him weakened.
"DIE!!"
The man roared and bolted forward. His arms rose before he violently swung down with his sword.
A terrifying sword arc leapt from his sword towards Sol, but despite the terrifying attack, Sol was relatively calm.
The leader had gone all out completely neglecting his defense.
Sol dodged his wild attack and took this opportunity to approach him. He condensed all of his strength into his fist and punched forward.
The protective barrier around the man shattered and Sol’s fist slamd into his chest.
Because Sol was weakened from using this attack previously, his strength scattered a bit and caused the leader to fly back several ters. The wild Holy Energy he was releasing popped like a bubble and faded away.
Sol was on all four wheezing; he tried desperately to regain his breath. However, his breath suddenly hitched in his throat when he saw the leader moving.
He wasn’t dead yet.
Sol looked to the side and saw the sword the leader had dropped.
His hands reached out and wrapped around its hilt before he used it to stand up.
Sol then wobbled over to the man who was bleeding profusely from all of his orifices. He was on his belly trying to crawl away.
Seeing Sol coming towards him with his sword, the man began to panic.
"N-No... ple-please... spare...*vomit*"
The man tried to beg for his life, but blood spilled from his mouth cutting him off.
Sol stood over the man and stared at him with a rather blank expression.
"Please..."
The man managed to say as he reached up with his hands that were covered in blood, trying to block Sol.
Sol silently looked at this man who just monts ago treated a human life like it was nothing.
How many of his tribesn had died to this sword in his hands while they were begging to be spared?
But now that he was on the verge of death the man was doing the sa thing as them.
Suddenly all those lessons his father tried to explain to him about how wicked and hypocritical humans can be beca clear to Sol. He didn’t understand then, but after experiencing it for the first ti Sol understood now.
"If I wasn’t strong... If you were the one standing over , would you have spared my life?"
Sol said this to the man, and imdiately the man’s blood run cold.
However, the sword in Sol’s hand fell to the ground with a clang.
The man looked away from it and then back up at Sol, wondering why he dropped the sword.
Shaking his head, Sol said.
"You don’t deserve to die like this."
A bit of hope appeared in the man’s eyes when he heard this. He thought Sol had changed his mind about killing him, but how wrong he was.
With dead eyes and a cold tone of voice, Sol gazed at the man and continued.
"You deserve to die way worse."
Sol then straddled the man and imdiately began hamring fist after fist into his face. The man was unable to block the attacks and could only take Sol’s fist strikes straight to his face.
After more than a dozen punches from Sol, the man’s grunts and groaning faded before his body went limp.
Sol who was just about to punch the man again paused. His face was spattered with blood as he looked down.
What remained of the man’s head was buried inside the cracked ground. He was completely unrecognizable.
With bloody fists, Sol struggled to stand up and head over to where Amon’s Father was.
He felt numb.
Maybe it was due to his extre exhaustion, but it could also be that he was in shock after just killing soone for the first ti. Well, three to be exact.
Sol was still just a child. No matter how mature he looked or seed, he still thinks and acts his age.
Unable to keep himself together any longer, Sol vomited. He then sat down on the blood-soaked ground and grabbed his head; his body began to shake uncontrollably.
Distant screams were heard in the village, a sign that this mass murder spree was still in full swing.
Between his sobbing, Sol suddenly heard his na being called. After looking up, he saw Amon’s Father’s chest slowly rising up and down as he struggled to breathe.
Sol wiped his tears and hurriedly ca up to the man’s side on all fours.
"Mister, are... are you okay?"
Sol began examining the man for injuries wanting to save his life, but what imdiately stood out was his sunken chest.
The leader’s kick must have crushed his internal organs. He might not have long to live.
"S-Sol..."
The man was heard saying while lifting his hand.
"Yes, I’m here."
Sol quickly responded and grabbed the man’s hand.
"Please... save Amon, save my son... please."
Tears stream down the man’s face as he pleaded.
"Your father, he... he was right, but we didn’t listen. Now the village is gone."
Sol’s grip tightened around the man’s hand as he firmly said.
"I’ll save Amon, I’ll definitely save him. And the village isn’t gone, my father will defeat these people, he will. So please don’t die, Amon, he-"
Sol’s words were cut short as the man’s head fell to one side, while his chest stopped moving as he exhaled one final breath.
He was dead.
Sol gritted his teeth and tears rolled down his cheeks. However, he soon wiped his tears and with a serious expression on his face, he stood up.
Sol then turned and dashed towards the village square. Despite the exhaustion he was feeling, he continued to run.
After so ti, he reached the last turn in an alley to reach the village square, but he paused and then chose to peak around the corner.
Imdiately, Sol saw several guards stationed around the temple. Worst of all, each of them looked either as strong as the leader he faced before or even more powerful.
’I-I can’t face all of them. What should I do? From what that man said Amon and the kids should be in the temple.’
Sol’s heart sank. It felt like he had just t with an unbreakable wall.
’If only I was stronger, damn it.’
Sol began to curse himself for being weak. If he was even half as strong as his father, he could-
’Wait! Father! Where is Dad? If he ca, he could save Amon and the others.’
Sol wanted to look for his father, but he didn’t know where he was.
Suddenly and without warning, a wretched scream rang out from outside the alleyway drawing Sol out of his thoughts. He quickly turned around to see a Paladin Warrior beheading a young woman running with a newborn child in her arms.
Sol was instantly taken aback by the heartlessness of the scene, but he soon beca furious. He was about to run out and attack the man, but he paused.
Shouldn’t he be focused on saving Amon and the others?
No, in his current condition he might not be able to save them, he needed to find his father.
But people in the village were dying around him, he should help them as well.
Sol’s mind spun and spun, he didn’t know what to do, or who to save. But can he even save anyone the way he was? He was too weak.
It all ca down to that one factor—being too weak.
As Sol began to panic and his thoughts raced on what to do in this situation, he heard a commotion from the temple. Looking around the corner, he saw the guards frantically dashing inside the temple.
Seeing this, Sol hesitated on whether to approach or not, but he suddenly watched as a small figure sneaked out of the double doors of the temple.
Seeing this small figure, Sol’s hesitation was imdiately dashed, and he burst forth with all the speed he could muster towards the temple... towards little Amon.
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