Ophuthis: Unfaltering Fidelity

Chapter 13: The Demihuman's Cataclysmic Quandary, Part III

  The faceless man with his hands on the back began laughing, "I respect your decision for accepting death. Rejoice, as your demise is a stepping stone towards the plan Lord Ophuthis wants this world to witness," the Orcs who previously knelt and face against the ground, stood up and prepared each of their weapons.

Elva rose first on the furthest left; Rio followed her, as well as the two others. They glanced to the faceless' left, only to see that the Dark Father who sits and the woman who stands, now gone.

"Such brave warriors. Stances of honorable people, not barbaric, not reckless. A team who understands the synergy between each other. All ready to face the inevitable."

"Where's the Dark Father?" Elva asked.

"Lord Ophuthis does not want to waste time on a battle vulgar to his eyes. However, don't you worry, for I shall kill you all swiftly.

"Enough chatter, let's begin," Rio angled his steps.

"As you wish."

Rio came first; he took a few steps to reach the monster as the distance between them is almost the least thing to worry.

He's not moving? Well, I guess I'll take your opening.
He prepared the magical mace of which he holds to strike the enemy from its head down.

However, just as the mace is about to hit, Vestus stopped the weapon then held the neck of Rio and snapped it. Rio fell to the floor like a fly. He's dead.

He died the most useless way possible. His corpse strangled before it was dropped to rot. The mace he takes pride the most, lost its glow, along with its master.

"Those who understand the mercy of Lord Ophuthis shall die painlessly. I wish you but a good rest," Vestus looked at the others. "Now, who else?"

Inaudible shock us their answer. They who gasped and felt consternated, drops liquids from their eyes, especially the dead man's wife.

An access of rage fulminated unto Rei's heart and is the second to sprint to reach the servant of the devil. Though he was scared, shaking even, his anger was much more dominant.

"Wait, Rei we must work together, or else we truly can't defeat him!" Elva shouted but Rei did not pay heed. His extreme ire made him fight without focus.

They all knew that as much fighting they do, without teamwork, they cannot defeat the monster named "Vestus."

Even if working together can bring even a little hope, it is still a chance valuable to them who aspires victory.
Rei's movement is similar that of his brother's in that he plans to hit from top, cleaving the enemy's head open.

As the sound of his bare feet hit the ground, the hard sand-like soil responded. "That attack again? Learn some more variability," Vestus insulted.

Vestus tried to reach the man with apace movements, but Rei is fast enough to bluff his own movements and stopped his tracks while swinging his sword to the side of Vestus.

He ducked to escape the hands of the enemy. Just moments after, his glaive successfully injured the left side of the man without a face.

Faces filled with distress, almost screamed with blithe as their companion temporarily avenged his dead brother. But a child of the Dark Father never falls down without claiming the head of their enemy with him. There is something wrong, no blood can be found both on neither the blade nor Vestus' clothing.

The smiles present evanescent, turned to worries.

As how Rei "fooled" Vestus, he too deceived them, "Stupid of you to think that such amateur hit can injure my lord-given body? I am not as fragile as your brother," Vestus was hit, but not life threatening in the slightest.