Daemon Born

January 7

I almost had some mental blocks with this chapter, but everything turned out okay in the end! Here you go guys! :D Don't forget to Vote and Comment~

-Fen

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I didn't answer the man, or better said, I didn't know what to say;

'Oh nothing, I just thought we could laugh it over some drinks over at the local pub so you can completely ignore the fact that I am a spawn from hell that potentially has enough power to completely wipe this city out under the right circumstances.'

Didn't really sound like a very wise thing to say. But don't take this the wrong way. I don't think this guy, regardless of how strong that he thinks he is, but there is no chance of him being able to defeat me, gear or no gear.

I just have to think of a way to diffuse this situation without killing him, or seriously maiming him to the point of him dying. I will admit now that is easier said than done.

I could feel his pressure on me was firm, but there was something else. He wasn't putting enough force or weight to hurt me, which was saying something. If he was really serious about killing me, he would have made it painfully clear by now, but he wasn't.

He was being gentle with me.

I stared up and looked at him. He had a much softer expression than when he originally pinned me down, and he wasn't putting much force into his actions either. Something changed just now and I couldn't figure out what it was.

He must have noticed the way I was staring at him. He turned away and sneered, I thought I could see him blushing for a moment. He said in an aggressive tone as he looked at me again.

"Do you think this is a game?! You're in some serious trouble right now, you know that? Unless you explain yourself, I really might have to kill you."

There was a slight seriousness to those words, and I guess either way, I'm going to have to take him down. And just as I thought about that, I kicked my legs up aiming for his gut. He staggered in pain as he lost his handle and fell off of me, gasping for air. He held is abdominal area in pain.

I jumped back behind him a few feet away and took a stance. I started thinking of a plan to be able to down this guy.

"Why you!" He got up and swung his leg around to hit me, I managed to block it just in time with my left arm. As his leg made contact, I realized that he is strong, I will give him that. I got pushed just a little bit to the right with that blow. As I was about to counter it he had already flipped around and was facing me, he took another strike by doing a full roundhouse kick with his right leg, striking the opposite side of where he originally struck me. It hit me dead in the face.

"Argh! I felt that one..."

I said in a low muttered voice, as I backed up a few steps. He isn't holding back anymore, I can tell he is fighting me at about full power now. That might be bad if he tried taking me down when I'm not prepared.

I took another stance, this time I started charging up power to my body to bolster my defence and also my offence. This is going to get serious really soon, he was getting serious as well. His presence was on full attack right now and he didn't have any plans of letting me leave.

I could tell now he isn't just some ordinary guard, he might be a captain or a specialist. Either way, it isn't going to go well for me. But I do have all the things I need to move on to the next capital. I could just leave right now, wait- no, I can't leave yet, this inn has my records, he'll find out who I am. Looks like I have no choice but to take him down and wipe my records. He must have guessed what I was thinking about, because right after he saw that determined look on my face, he said.