Sealed In Darkness

4. The Amerathean Myth (3)

Zhang, Zor Empire. As/A Year: 3084.

Milen Geyr

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The forest was solemn and its creatures minded their business, scurrying about on their jolly way. The lush green evoked a sense of peace that rode the wind which permeated the space, washing away the filth that pervaded the mind of every single creature just a moment before. The creatures both big and small basked in this cleanliness, stealing a moment of the holy reprise mother nature offered without cost.

Golden rays from the sun descended like a sacred maiden, filling the forest with warmth and energy, and causing the emerald leaves to glimmer, as well as the blood stained ground somewhere far off to the east of the forest, where a lonely house of tin stood, and a half-naked aloof youth was constantly tormenting a female in black.

"I'm gonna end you now miss. So come faster!!" Milen sadly added, and screamed at her to come at him. Although sad that she was wasting his time, he also felt elated. He enjoyed watching his prey struggle as well as how would trample on their wasteful pride, beckoning them to plead for the mercy of a swift death.

"Faster!" He screamed again at the female assassin who was already in motion to dish out a second swinging attack. She was fast, but his punch was faster, as it pummeled her abdomen, making her gasp for air.

She groaned in pain, but still swung, which he dodged, and landed another fist on her face. The hit forces her back, making her drop on her back. She gathered her energy to stand, but before her arms saw the strength to pull her body high enough for her legs to take over, a kick crashes into her cheek, cracking her jaw and pulling out a teeth.

"Hmmm! I see! You took a vow of silence or something? Ain't you trying so hard not to scream and beg?" His eyes were cruel and dead. Remorselessness camped about him, choking her like a giant hugging her so tight that her bones began to creak, while she struggled for the fleeting and solid air that escaped her grasp.

Milen stood there, and gave her a chance to stand, which she did, and immediately pulled off her black cowl. The dark hood was off, revealing her white freckled face, ginger hair, sad yet loopy green eyes, and really small soft lips already broken as blood clung to its surface, making the pink have a glaring lush of red.

She reached for her ankles, pulled out another set of daggers, and ran to attack again.

Milen could see her coming, but as she neared him, his right hand is raised across his face with the back of his hands facing forward, and as she reached his attack range, he smacks her face, and almost instantly launching his right leg, aiming his heel for her left knee. She was unaware of this attack, and only felt his heel crashing into her knee, making her joints and bones to splinter into hundreds of pieces.

She wailed as the bone crushing impact, decapitated her leg.

"Faster!" Milen was cruel, and since she rejected his earlier goodness for trifle things like pride, he would fill every ounce of her with a soul rending despair.

Milen screamed at her again, urging her to attack. "Bitch, faster!"

She struggled another attack, but weakly missed.

Milen was clearly enjoying this. Every single second of it were sending rushes of pleasure rocketing all through him. Seeing her blood made him intoxicated, and it in turned forced out his outlandish savagery.

His opponent saw no chance at close combat, and jumped away from his attack girth with hurdles of random slashes that sent emerald energy beams lurched at his face to aid her escape. Milen shielded his face with his elbow, and the attacks didn't leave as much as an imprint on him, but she had grabbed the chance to hurry into the trailer.