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Synchronized iron covered boots stepped across the dirt roads of Terrenus’ rugged wilds. Like thunder the heels of a well trained and well equipped force marched as one to grow ever closer to their objective. One that was undoubtedly going to be of blood and death. Hob-Goblins, the despicable and vile creatures of the mountains that would come down from their hiding holes and pillage the lands below for resources. Only there was something very different about these beasts. They all wore uniform armor and were equipped with identical weapons and gear. Where normally these mindless animals were but mere rabble to be slaughtered, these were organized, intelligent, and well trained soldiers. All of which were marching in tight columns that stretched down the road. A hundred men all ready to kill and do so efficiently at a moment’s notice. 

 

This was due to one driving fact. At the helm of the formation, he stood. The black armored behemoth that had only graced Terrenus for perhaps a bit over a month, and he had already brought death and slaughter to hundreds. Dredge, the traveler from another world that had been brought here to balance the scales. To show Terrenus that they had grown comfortable in their ways. Content to fight the never ending battle of good and evil and drawing a line in the sand of what he considered to be false morality at its finest. The demon was here to do one thing today and one thing only. 

 

Acquire party favors. The Red Festival was in a week and they simply didn’t have enough prisoners from raiding Tormo to cut it. So it was time to go shopping. Though Tormo may of been gone and it’s survivors taken into protective custody, the surrounding villages were always up for grabs. Tiny little nameless places that always had enough people in it to serve up as a side dish. 

 

”Halt!” Dredge yelled out and the disciplined formation came to a halt behind him. 

 

Staring down the hill he and his forces were perched upon, there it was. A suitable candidate. A village consisting of perhaps ten to twenty small huts and an inn or two. The perfect place to gather up waiting families and farmers to be a part of their little party. With a smile beneath his helmet, Dredge gave a little chuckle and looked over to his men. 

 

”Kill a few to make examples of them. The fighting men, preferably. I want the women and children alive to be taken to the festival grounds. Is that understood?” Giving his orders with absolute authority, his strike force of Goblins grunted in response and readied themselves. 

 

”Bring up the dire wolves as well. I don’t any of them fleeing into the forest.” And just like that, Dredge has sealed their fate. 

 

A horn was sounded and soon descended from the road was the strike force of hob-goblins giving out shouts and war cries for the coming slaughter. Screams of panic came from the village and it was music to Dredge’s ears as he calmly and casually walked down the hill and towards the village. It was best to let the children play a little before he came to collect. 

 

What fun.” The game was on.

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The loud shrieks jolted him awake. Thalacrel sighed. Couldn't he just get some well-deserved sleep? He had been travelling for days now, only managing a few short hours of sleep in a rugged tent, swarmed by all manners of irritating insects...the screams and yells persisted. Something wasn't right. Thalacrel could pick up the panicked neighs of Zalhandir, his horse, who was supposed to be resting outside the inn that he was temporarily residing in. There was trouble. "Crap," he uttered. For a second, he sat on the mattress, pondering on what to do. It was probably a bandit raid. He could handle that. He reached for his longsword, unsheathing it and staring at its rusted surface. It's old, but it'll do against some measly raiders. While Thalacrel wasn't the most skilled swordsman around, handling bandits should prove no problem for him. His thoughts wandered as he begun darting around the room, grabbing his clothing and preparing to meet the raiders...he should really get some upgrades - an old rusty sword wouldn't do him much good if he finds himself in combat with some skilled, powerful foe in the future. Maybe invest in one of those modern magi-tech rifles? He didn't have enough money for that...

He quickly snapped back into focus, donning his cowl and face scarf, and raced downstairs. He slammed through the main door, preparing to meet the enemy...

Thalacrel's eyes widened as his brain slowly processed the scene that unfolded in front of him. Huts burned, flames spewing black smoke across the village. The villagers were rushing away, screaming and crying. Some bodies laid on the ground in pools of blood. Desperate cries and shouts could be heard, joined by sinister, high-pitched yells. War cries. Unfamiliar creatures the poured into the heart of the village, and it took a while for Thalacrel to recognize them. Hobgoblins. He personally had never tangled with one before, which was surprising given the fact that they were so common in the wilds of Terrenus. He was again confident that he could handle one, but these beasts here were different. They sported...armour? Thoughts raced through his head as he swiftly retreated back into the inn, slamming the door shut. Armour, on such vile, uncivilized creatures? This was no mere raid. Their numbers also attested to this. Packs of hobgoblins were common, but this was on a whole new level. What in the name of Gaia was going on?

Thalacrel gnashed his teeth. He should go rescue the surviving villagers, get them out of the way...suddenly something engulfed him and overtook his thoughts. The air grew still, the screaming outside slowly faded away...a cold sensation gripped his heart - it was neither panic, nor fear. He closed his eyes as new thoughts sprang up in his head - for a moment, he was horrified by them. He could hear himself thinking: let them be, what have they done for you anyway? What has the world done for you? But it was true. Neglected, unappreciated by the people around him...that was what made him the person he was today, the socially awkward, reclusive Thalacrel. For all his trips across Terrenus, only his loyal steed was there to keep him company, and no one else. Whenever he attempted to provide assistance to a stranger, he normally got nothing in return, not even a simple gesture of gratitude. While he did remember that encounter with an elf a few days ago, she definitely was not from this world. The people here were selfish, inconsiderate and distrustful. This was what the world had become.

There was someone in the village. He sensed it. Thalacrel had never really been interested in the arcane,  hence he did not know how this feeling struck him - yet it was there. A cold, eerie presence,  formidable and intimidating. He felt strangely drawn to it.  He pushed the door open and strode outside, breathing in the curls of smoke that were dancing all over him. He stepped over the bodies of the fallen, not registering their presence, and ignored the hobgoblins which were scampering all around him, looting and killing. Thalacrel only had one goal at the moment, and that was to find him.

There was a figure, standing on the hillside. Tall, muscular, commanding. The light from the flames reflected off his wide, heavy armour. Horns curved upwards from his helmet, and sinister yellow eyes laid upon the destruction that was unfolding all around him. In his massive, armour-clad hands was an equally humongous blade, so thick and heavy that Thalacrel was sure it could slice cleanly through the hide of the toughest dragon around. That was him. Thalacrel had heard tales of a destructive being wrecking havoc here in Terrenus throughout the past month, and he had previously dismissed these accounts as simply one of those tavern stories told by drunks. Yet this being now stood before him. While others might panic and flee at the sight of such a horrifying figure, Thalacrel stood rooted to the ground. There still was an element of fear in him, but it was quickly thrown aside, with respect and grim determination filling its place. He was sure this being held answers to his troubles. Sheathing his sword, Thalacrel stared at the figure with a look of anticipation in his eyes, while Zalhandir trotting to his side without a neigh of protest, sensing Thalacrel's will. 

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OCC: Phew! i spent a long time on this haha...sorry if its not really well written, im not very experienced, and sorry if i didn't respond in the OCC thread as i haven't discovered it until i finished writing, but i did try my best for this one! XD

 

Edited by whimsical

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Hobgoblins ran through the village in organized squads of men to set fire to the homes of innocent villagers. Screams accompanied with the sounds of iron blades clanging and entering flesh filled the air. Men, women and children could be seen having nets thrown over them and be dragged over to the hillside where cages were waiting to be filled. The people of this village had little hope, they had heard of what happened at Tormo and had elected to stay in their comfortable homes and sad little lives. They were as responsible for their own demise as Dredge was. They chose not to believe in the monsters and boogeyman that went bump in the night.

 

And as for Dredge, well he was having a ball to say the least. Standing over a wounded man clutching his family in his arms, his wife, and two children gave hushed cries as their father pleaded for their lives. 

 

”Please! Spare us! We are but simple farmers! Please my lord!” Crying out the man was all but sobbing for his life and the lives of his family. 

 

”Oh by all means please keep begging. It makes what comes next much more satisfying.” Dredge said with a chuckle before raising his hand and having it emit a low glowing flame. 

 

”Please! You don’t have to do this!” The man yelled as he gripped his family tighter. 

 

Dredge paused for a moment, the flame in his hand died down as he went to kneel down so the two could be at eye level. Everything else seemed to drown out around Dredge as his head pulled closer to the man and their eyes could meet. Instinctively the scared father pulled away to flinch and close his eyes. With a snapping motion Dredge grabbed the man’s cheeks and yanked it towards him. 

 

”look at me.” He said calmly. 

 

”You’re right. I don’t have to do this.” And just like that. It was over for him. 

 

Red lines began to form across the man’s face and spread across his body, and within a few moments he was reduced to ash. His family screamed out in terror and loss. Tears and pain weighed heavy as Dredge then spoke to them. 

 

”But I want to do it.” With one last chuckle he stood up and looked over to the family of now three and had the hobgoblins take them up the hill. 

 

But before Dredge could continue his murderous and evil rampage, a young man stepped up. He had somehow weaved his way through the hobgoblins by walking his way up near him. Finally. Someone with a set of balls that didn’t ride a magic dragon or only answered in snarky comments had come to face him. Hopefully they wouldn’t wet themselves and run like the others. 

 

”Hello, child. I assume you wish to speak with me?” Dredge asked of Thalacrel in a polite tone.

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A female young brown haired teenager with a unique looking tail, ran into the village that was being attacked. She looked about seventeen, however she was nearly twenty, as her dragon genes slowed her aging down. However, she looked mostly human, bar the dragon like tail with black stripes on it, crimson red markings on her body and the most noticable was the V shaped crimson red marking on her nose. Her body was fairly musclar as well and her height seemed to be around six foot two. One would mistake the brown haired draconian with multicolored eyes for a kid because of how young she looked but she was older than she seemed. She was heavily scarred from wounds she recieved in the past from fights. She wore a dark blue t-shirt, dark green camo pants and red sneakers. She didn't care much for armor considering she was somewhat resistant to physical attacks due to her leather-like skin.

The hybrid looked around as she saw the destruction of the village in her sights, not even caring about the humans that were being killed and the army that invaded. That wasn't her concern. She wasn't a hero nor did she had the interest in even being one. To her, anything that was worth human wasn't worth saving. They were arrogant and weak, unlike her. Smirking as she walked forward to the knight-like figure on the hill, deeming him worthy as a challenge to herself. They didn't look too hard to defeat, as one armor being can't be that hard to kill, can they? 

The draconic hybrid  charged forward to Dredge, attempting to throw a punch at the Knight with her whole strength behind it. It was the only thing Arashi could do at this point, with not being trained in how to use weaponry.

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After a long day of explaining who she was and where she came from, Hiraya only had wanted to rest for as long as possible. She had journey far, mostly on foot and she didn't even wear shoes, and after running from a lot of blood-thirsty creatures, she had told herself that she'd stay at the next village she stopped at. Before she even got here Hiraya had been on the brink of starvation and she was beaten up pretty badly, had been bullied by a few savage goblins. The village women had seen her passed out in the crop field and cared for her but after a while they questioned her. She told them that she had escaped from her captors, who had taken her as a child, but didn't say much more except somethings about her journey to the village. 

They had accepted her enough and let her stay in a run down hut close to the edge of the village. Although she had mentioned nothing about her powers, Hiraya swore that she heard some of them whisper "witch", "demon", and "Sorcerer" under their breaths while she went around, helping out where could. She knew that she looked nothing like the average human or elf, with her frog-like skin and strange eyes with horizontal pupils, but she didn't really care, she was too happy to be free from the place she once called home. Or prison. 

But then someone, or something, ruined it all by waking her up after two weeks of her living there. Hiraya was awakon by screams and the smell of smoke, and then her own hacks from inhaling the smoke. She woke up with tears in her eyes, stumbling to get out of her tent. Eyes wide, Hiraya stared in awe of the awful sights. People were being slaughtered, strange creatures were running welding swords, and blood was everywhere, even on her tent. Hiraya wondered how she'd even slept through the entire thing. She quickly gathered her things, realizing that maybe she'd somehow get captured admist all of this and got her bag full of everything but weapons.

Hiraya ran in the shadows and avoided getting hurt by using her psychic shield, which took a lot of energy. Her nose even bled, which she wiped with her sleeve. Hiraya hid being one of the inns and bit her lip. She wanted to flee to the forest but she thought she saw something in there, something dangerous. She cursed and looked around and then ran into the chaos again. 

Hiraya cried when she saw someone of the women who'd taken care of her wailing about the lost of the men they loved. She grew angry; who would do something like this? The leaders of the village never spoke much about enemies or rivals as dangerous as the ones burning their peaceful village now. That's when she caught sight of the giant man, the one who was horrifying to look at, or for Hiraya at least. She cowered behind a few barrels and boxes, clutching her bag close to her as she peaked at the man. 

Then she saw a young woman, perhaps a hybrid like her, approach the man with a fist. Eyes wide, Hiraya quickly calculated that this would not have a good outcome and closed her eyes tight, summoning a lot of her will. Leaping from behind the barrel, Hiraya reached out her hand to cause a psychics shield to appear in between the man and the young girl. 

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It didn’t take a battle hardened veteran to see that a strange looking dragon like humanoid was rushing you. Assessing her power, Dredge looked over the woman and could see she wasn’t too much of a threat. While she certainly might have the power to get in a good blow or two, maybe even wound his pride. Outside of that she wasn’t all that tough. Nor smart apparently if she decided to fight outside her weight class. The Overlord prepared himself and would see what the brunt of her attack measured up to be. 

 

 But before the attack could land, a small psychic barrier appeared between them and seemed to absorb the attack. Judging by its strength and power, it was something a novice could conjure up. Amateurs. Young kids trying to play hero, oh how Dredge lived for these moments. So rather than attack them back, the man let out a soft chuckle and spoke in his dark and commanding tone. 

 

”You’re going to have to do much better than that.” He said with a bit of laughter at the end.

 

”You know what! I’m in a good mood today!” Dredge said with a smile beneath his blackened helmet. 

 

With a sharp whistle, a few dozen hobgoblins carrying their prisoners pulled up towards the right of Dredge. Women and children struggled fruitlessly against their iron clad grips before being struck or smacked to make them more docile. Putting their blades to the throats of the villagers the hobgoblins were ready to shed blood at a moment’s notice.

 

”Oh! How rude of me! I’m Dredge, and these are my fine band of men. Who wants to play a game? If you win, I’ll let everyone go safe and sound. Not a single hair ruffled. Even you in the back, frog girl. Come here, play a game. It’ll be fun.” Dredge oddly did not want to kill these young folk. They had potential, they could be molded, changed to fit the needs of his organization and perhaps even become a student.  The possibilities were endless.

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The being spoke. "Hello, child. I assume you wish to speak to me?" Thalacrel was surprised - one would not expect such politeness from a dangerous warlord, but he appreciated it. He was about to open his mouth and speak when out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a young looking girl dashing towards them. She looked different - she had a tail. It reminded Thalacrel of the feral dragons that inhabited the mountains and peaks of Terrenus - she was probably a draconian, one of the rarer sentient species...and she looked like she wanted a fight.

Just before she reached striking distance, a barrier materialized between the girl and the warlord, shimmering with psychic energy. Thalacrel turned and spotted another woman, the caster of the psychic shield. She, too, looked different. Her exterior looked like a cross between a human and an amphibian, yet she somehow retained a form of beauty. Not that Thalacrel was attracted to her. He had other things in mind.

The being mocked the draconian girl's attempt to strike him, and let out a whistle. His minions dragged a group of helpless villagers to his feet, and he placed his enormous blade next to their necks. Smart, Thalacrel thought. Perhaps he would have other uses for the hostages when he was done, such as manipulating them to join his ranks, and assist in the being's quest to cleanse the continent...

The man spoke: ”Oh! How rude of me! I’m Dredge, and these are my fine band of men. Who wants to play a game? If you win, I’ll let everyone go safe and sound. Not a single hair ruffled. Even you in the back, frog girl. Come here, play a game. It’ll be fun.”

Thalacrel gave a faint smile behind his face mask at his mocking tone. He strode towards Zalhandir, and leapt onto its saddle, giving the horse a slight pat on the flank. He would not be directly participating in the "game" - he was not confident in engaging the draconian; their species' combat prowess, along with their powers, were well known. On the other hand, he was sure the warlord would be able to take her on. He mused at his sudden change of thoughts and feelings - perhaps it was caused by the dark aura emitted by the otherworldly being? It doesn't matter - Thalacrel decided that he would simply remain at the side to watch and learn. 

Edited by whimsical

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Arashi collapsed onto the ground as she was trying to throw that punch, tripping over and landing face first into the dirt, face first in it. Growling, the one eyed draconian hybrid, got up, brushing the dirt off her clothes as she looked pissed off. "Who the hell messed up my punch?! I was looking forward to punching that guy! Why does everyone keep messing it up?!"  She was certainly mad, gritting her teeth as she glared Dredge, looking even more mad as she was before due to her attack being meseed up. She was hoping to get a hit.

Then came the words that the words that really pissed her off. The armored monster came and said she would have to do better than that. It made her way too mad, she was gonna end up killing everyone around her and attempting to with her mad rage. Not even thinking twice about what was coming next, Arashi inhaled, letting off a stream of fire and electricity combined at Dredge and what was in front of her. The mere combined attack was extremely weak in nature after all, as she was drained of strength as it was

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There it was. A force of energy that was all encompassing and destructive in its force. Dredge could feel it, taste it, and it tasted good. From the young dragon child there was rage, hatred, the desire to kill and see one’s enemies crushed beneath them. It was intoxicating in the way she lashed out and had only the hatred fuel her. When she did so and her attack came forward, Dredge did not put up his own psychic shield or even attempt to dodge it. The child needed to see this. She needed to hear his words and feed off them more than she needed to harm or attempt to kill him. 

 

The blast hit him with full force. His armor absorbed the heat and deflected it for the most part, but the electricity in the attack came through. Huge chunks of metal often conducted electricity and when it hit it spread across the armor as one large conductor. Pain flooded his nervous system and it felt amazing. Hatred, rage, anger, all of her hate courses through him in spades. While it was nowhere near enough to take him down, it was beautiful to witness. The smoke from the attack soon began to clear and he stood there nearly unharmed by the weak blast.

 

”That’s it! Use your hatred! Use your rage and anger!” It was almost a carnal desire that seeped our from Dredge. The woman’s hate and pain was euphoric. 

 

”Let it fill you! Let it make you stronger!!” Dredge laughed and looked over to the row of prisoners. 

 

Lifting his hand up the youngest of the group, began to levitate. Children. No more than five to ten year of age grasped their throats, as if an invisible vice had clamped down on their throat. Their eyes turned blood red and with a snap of his fingers, Dredge has the hobgoblins move to throw down blades in front of the group of would be heroes and one dragonoid he was intensely interested in.

 

”PICK IT UP!! STRIKE ME DOWN AND KILL ME!! OR THE CHILDREN DIE!! ALL OF THEM DIE!!!” it almost consumed him. The want and desire to twist these young souls into murder. To bring them down to his level. 

 

”KILL ME!!! DO IT!!” Dredge yelled forth and laughed afterwards. He was almost too excited to see what they would do.

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Hiraya covered her mouth in fear and crouched so close to the floor that she was practically invisible, which she'd have been glad to be. She definitely didn't want to be apart of any game this guy was playing. Was this the apocalypse? What was going on? She felt hot tears on her face, she'd never seen anything so horrific; this was worse than the terrifying werewolves, teeth glistening with fresh blood, that she'd seen feasting on a poor family she'd had sneaked pass. Whenever Hiraya got scared or anxious her skin began to lubricate with a slime-like substance that caused her and anything else to become sticky, so now she has dirt and grime all over her face. She sniffed, slouched deeper, basically laying on the ground now in a ball. This monstrous being was freaking her out and she wished she could be almost anywhere except here. 

That's when there was a flash of light and she heard a explosion. She scrambled up to see, her silky green hair loose from it's ponytail. Her shield had worked the first time but now she was a little exhausted from the ordeal so she'd have to wait a while to make another one. But the draconian girl had got a hit in this time, and it looked like she'd made some damage! Hiraya cried out, watching the being, wondering if he even felt any pain at all, physical or emotional. She didn't know what to do, she'd never gotten into a fight before, or wanted to, for that matter. But she felt like the warlord would eventually kill the girl, even though he was urging her on to kill him. 

Clutching her bag close to her, Hiraya looked around, searching for something that could probably distract everyone. She noticed a horse nearby and saw a young man and frowned. Why was he just standing there, allowing for the chaos to spread and consume everyone? Didn't he have a heart or care for anyone? Hiraya thought she remembered seeing him before, maybe he was a local. Perhaps he had a grudge against the people and liked seeing them fall to the mercy of this dark being. She felt a surge of anger and she made her way towards him, hoping not to draw more attention to herself. 

"Hey!" whispered Hiraya. "You up there! Please help me! I don't want everyone to be taken by this evil man, and I think he might kill the girl! I don't have a lot of strength to make a shield for long, but I know strength comes in numbers. I don't know why you were just standing here while people were being slaughtered, but now is the time to do something, and strength comes in numbers!"

Hiraya quickly raced over to a group of the people who still had strength left to fight and urged them to find any weapons to use to counter the evil man. She tried summon up as much strength as she could.

 

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Arashi's eye opened in surprise as she saw Dredge come out unharmed from the attack she did against him. She had defeated a foe using her breath electric-flames before now but he didn't looked damaged at all. "H-how the hell...How did that not do anything?! Are you kidding me?!" Arashi gritted her teeth even more as she looked at Dredge, anger and fear seen in her eyes and face. This reminded her of the day she was dealt a devsating blow in a mere two attacks. She was stronger then, but her electricity still didn't do even a slight electrical shock that day.  She didn't know quite what to do. Had she really grown ever weaker since that day to the point of her attacks being thrown off? 

That didn't matter to the young draconian, she was still gonna try and hurt him regardless, even if it cost her the energy of using her powers and abilities for now. She growled at Dredge, going to bring up her fist, it crackling with electricity as she charged forward to the armored monster, she thrw a electrified punch, but not without a huge amount of force behind it, enough to leave a slight dent in a fully grown tree, however, if she hit the Warlord, she would likely suffer a broken arm from punching him at a strength she wasn't used to, if that hit that was. It was clear by now that the draconian didn't care about the civilians.

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A flash, and a blast shot towards the warlord. Thalacrel looked on as it struck him, but the man quickly recovered and begun laughing, and a few of the helpless children begun floating, desperately clawing at their neck as though they were being strangled by an invisible force. Thalacrel should have felt disturbed and horrified, but instead he felt strangely calm, as though he had witnessed an event like this many times before. Strange indeed.

"Hey," he heard a hushed voice, seemingly directed to him. He turned to the right and spotted the frog-girl.  "You up there! Please help me! I don't want everyone to be taken by this evil man, and I think he might kill the girl! I don't have a lot of strength to make a shield for long, but I know strength comes in numbers. I don't know why you were just standing here while people were being slaughtered, but now is the time to do something, and strength comes in numbers!"

Thalacrel stayed silent and watched as she went  to a gathering of survivors and tried to urge them to assist in the fight against the warlord. He mused at her efforts, which although noble, was pointless. He gave the reins a slight tug, and Zalhandir galloped to the frog girl's side. 

"You can't beat him, you know that." He drew his sword and pointed it at the draconian, continuing, with his voice muffled by his face scarf: "she might get killed, you say? Look at her, the way she uses fuels her attacks with energy - a miss and the group of villagers back there will be electrocuted. Clearly she doesn't care about their lives, and neither do I."

Playing the hero would always end badly, especially against such a powerful foe. The girl was naive - the warlord was just giving the villagers what they deserved. The news of the destruction of nearby villages should have already urged them to evacuate, yet they stayed. Thalacrel himself had heard the news, but was convinced that it was just a fake rumour, until a few moments ago, where he witnessed the full power of the being with his own eyes. He glanced back at him. They way the warlord spoke to him just now was strangely soothing and polite, which was in contrast to all the chaos he had unleashed upon the village and its people. He was now engaging the draconian girl, and looked like he enjoyed himself. Thalacrel would not interrupt his fun, but he decided to ensure that the others did not, too.  He hung his sword low, by the side of Zalhandir, and spoke to the frog-girl. "Get out of here, before he comes and ends all of you."

 

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In what seemed to be a blink of an eye, there was a flash of movement. Dredge was in no way fast enough to dodge her attack, nor did he really want to. A blow as weak as hers wouldn’t do much damage to him anyways. But her punch connected, but what she hit wasn’t the hard Stygian black armor that was Dredge. No, she had hit something much softer. A punch that could dent a tree that was covered in electricity wouldn’t be enough to kill Dredge. But to kill the weak body of a child? Yes. Yes it was. 

 

Lifelessly she hung there. A little girl no more then nine years old with brown hair and now dead green eyes. Her corpse levitated in front of the dragon girl for just a few moments so she could get a look at her handiwork. The moment passed and then with a flick of his finger he tossed the girl’s corpse aside like a rag doll, as if her life meant less than nothing to him. 

 

”How could you?” he said with a twisted smile beneath his helmet. 

 

”She was just a little girl.” Dredge said in almost a mocking tone. 

 

Most people loved to play the part of the apathetic and existential hero, a person who thought they didn’t care. But the moment someone gets blood on their hands, real and innocent blood. They begin to realize the depth of the situation. Perhaps the dragon child didn’t grasp it, perhaps she was more unfeeling reptile than human. But either way it went, Dredge was having fun. 

 

”Here, I’ll do one as well to make you feel better. And with another twitch of his finger a painful snap was heard followed by screams and the dropping of dead weight hitting the ground. 

 

”Fun, isn’t it?”

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Hiraya just stared at the man on the horse with her mouth wide open in surprise. "Are you kidding me? Why are you even still here if all you're going to do is do...nothing? And I know that I probably can't beat him by myself, but that's why strengths comes in numbers!" she shrieked, face turning into a reddish tiny of green. "That's like watching rabbits being bullied and slaughtered by lions - no that's exactly what this is! You're letting this evil man take the lives of random people who did nothing to him! What if you're the next on his list to play with? Do you want us to just watch you get strangled in mid-air like - " Nearby you could hear someone else die a dreadful death, making Hiraya wince. She felt the slime on her skin start to drip again, and she sighed, realizing how dirty she looked. 

But she didn't care! This being had done too much damage to this village and now someone had to stand up against this menace, even if it were someone ten times weaker than him. She strangely didn't have the urge to fight him herself, but protect the ones that were doing the fighting. This confused her but she just ignored it and glared at the warlord, assembling her small army of villagers. 

"We may not be as mighty as you, wicked man, but we won't hesitate to stand up for a place we call home! We won't give up, even if you kill us all! Death is not new to you, but when you face it yourself few will be sorry!

And with renewed energy, Hiraya and her army of a led villagers made their way towards the large man and his hobgoblins, the young girl using her psychic shield to protect them with all her will. 

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I had to reread that post, Dredge, I thought you killed Cutiefly's character, Arashi!! I was like 😂😂

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