BXBX NOVEL Chapter 31 - Kill Them All!
Mack kept running with his sword in hand.
And behind him, a long V line of warlocks formed. Just like birds flocking together the warlocks grouped and run to the front together following the others already running.
And Mack was the first bird at the front of the flock.
He didn\'t care if he was going to die. He never cared for his life before. The thing he most hated was being cornered, controlled, or obliged to do something. What he cared about the most was his freedom. Freedom to act, freedom to think, and freedom to be himself.
Mack ran at the front of them all. His speed was several times faster than a human already..
After all, his body went through a sort of evolution in the past gates, and his muscles were harder than normal steel already.
He didn\'t know that, nor he cared.
He just wanted to stab a fucking mage in the heart and hung it in the air.
He was tired of those mages already.
He was a hundred percent sure that all his miserable life was because of them. He was sure that they killed his father. Even if they didn\'t. Now that Mack knew he was a warlock, there was no turning back.
They were mortal enemies.
~clash~
Mack\'s sword clashed with an acolyte metal staff.
Both he and the mage acolyte had almost the same strength.
Mack holding his sword with both hands in an attack stance while the acolyte defended with his metal staff.
Mack didn\'t knew how to wield swords so he just hit the acolyte with all his strength.
But Mack knew the acolyte would defend. After all, he knew he was an amateur with swords.
Mack removed one hand from the sword grip and took a dagger from his right while still holding the sword with that arm.
With the immediately gained advantage in strength, the acolyte pushed his staff to force Mack\'s sword to cut himself.
But before the sword could bite his owner. A dagger was lunged in the acolyte\'s eye.
And all the pressure Mack felt in the sword quickly subsided.
Mack grabbed the sword with both hands.
And in a fluid motion hit the acolyte neck with all his strength.
Mack was not sure if the acolyte would die with the dagger stuck in his eye. So he chose to be sure of the kill.
And a beheaded body felt to his back.
~tump~
And no longer. A head was rolling on the muddy ground.
Mack walked to the head and grabbed it.
Even knowing they were only light constructs, his heart was racing.
He raised the acolyte\'s head in the air. And screamed with all the air in his lungs again.
"KILL THEM ALL!"
Mack did his first kill in this long battle.
One that he would never forget. Because that was his first kill with a sword.
Mack looked around and could see thousands of other acolytes fighting the incoming tsunami of warlocks. It seemed mages used them as cannon folders in wars.
Mack threw the head he was holding in an incoming acolyte and stabbed his sword in the acolyte\'s chest.
Another acolyte dead.
And the battle had just begun.
Thousands and thousands of Warlocks passed by Mack while he was fighting these two acolytes and he now was at the second line of attack.
Spells and explosions brightened the still to come day, and clashes of swords could be heard all around.
Mack was at the heart of the battle.
One could also say that he was the battle heart of today.
All that happened in mere seconds while Mack was still with his sword lunged in the acolyte\'s chest.
Mack tried to pull the sword back, but the acolyte seemed to still be alive and trying to hold Mack back.
Mack pulled his sword hard while also kicking the acolyte in the chest.
His sword was freed from the acolyte body.
He looked to his right and saw one warlock fighting against three acolytes.
The strange part was that the other warlocks seemed to ignore that fight and just passed by. Mack didn\'t knew what to do. Should he go help?
He reinforced the grip of his sword and was about to move to help that warlock but was surprised to see that the warlock threw his sword at one mage. And in a continuous movement, the warlock threw himself at the other acolyte. Both falling on the ground and rolling.
A few seconds later the warlock stood up, but the acolyte no. The acolyte now had two holes in the chest and the warlock was now holding two daggers.
Mack saw these daggers before. They were exactly the same type as his. It seemed all warlocks had the same type of basic training.
Not only that. But now Mack realized that all the mage acolytes fighting had the same kind of metal staff too.
It seemed that all of them, be mages or warlock, had some kind of basic training that all of them followed.
While thinking of this Mack raised his sword and aimed at one of the 2 remaining acolytes. He would hit this one on his back.
But the acolyte somehow felt the approaching danger and rolled on the ground to the left.
Leaving Mack in an awkward position, not knowing what to do.
He still had not made the move, and the acolyte had already rolled on the ground away from Mack.
Mack lowered his sword.
"You! Bastard! Stay still and die!"
Said Mack, pointing his finger at the already running acolyte. Mack felt he was way too noob for a battle with swords.
But his pride made him want to kill that acolyte so Mack ran after him.
The acolyte was retreating cause he was now in a 1x1 battle inside the enemy line. He had no way to win and if he won, he would be killed by another warlock.
Mack ran to catch that bastard. But before he could reach him, another warlock raised his sword and only half the body of the same acolyte now continued to run.
The other half was lying on the ground in front of Mack\'s feet.
Mack could not believe it.
He looked at the warlock that killed the acolyte but the warlock light construct seemed to be unfazed by his look and moved to continue battling.
Then the other half of the acolyte still running fell on the ground too.
~sigh~
Battles were pure chaos. One wrong step and you will be just a puddle of blood for others to step on. Thought Mack, stepping on the face of the dead acolyte.
Mack averted his gave from the halve of that acolyte body and looked at the front line of the battle, only to see several mages coming.
The robes they used gave them away from far away. All luxurious and colorful robes.
"Now I\'m fucked!"
Said Mack, seeing the direction they were coming.
His direction.