Inquisitors; Rulers Of Past

End of Pride 1

Why the hell did you run ahead? Barry thought to himself. She was skillful, smart and kinda serious. But bashful, well that seemed out of character. He thought she was the type to better analyze the situation before jumping head first into it.

Here he was, assuming something about someone before he really got to know the person even better. This attitude of his reminded him of Garm. Garm had warned him about it, and how it could have landed him into bigger and deeper problems. Well, at least, it wasn't his attitude that landed him in this mess.

Barry turned a corner and stopped, looking at the two roads that lay ahead of him. Left or right, two very fantastic decisions to have in maze. He groaned, digging his spear in the ground. He looked at the floor through his squinted eyes. Bingo! He exclaimed in his head. He got up and took the left turn, dragging the spear behind creating small sparks. He walked slowly, only the sound of his spear keeping him sane. In the distance he could hear a low breathing. His steps became much slower as he neared it, spinning his spear and turning the spearhead to face in the direction he faced. He came to a halt, taking in a deep breath, hearing the breathing a lot closer now. It wasn't daemon. It was Candy. But she seemed...scared. Odd. Rogue daemon hunters were normally eager to fight as they did so on their own accord. The only times they felt fear was when they were staring in the face of their imminent death.

She was forcing herself to fight. Why, though. Was it for the money? Or was she forced. The former seemed more probable because if she was forced, then she wouldn't be here. She'd be long gone.

Without warning, the image of Candy flashed in his eyes and the next thing he knew, a blade was thrust in his face, the tip right at his nose. He stood still for a while and smiled. "The name's Barry by the way."

"I could have killed you, idiot." Candy said.

"You wouldn't have been bothered by it, would you?"

"Not necessarily," Candy said, "Doesn't seem like anybody likes you around here."

"True." Barry said, resting his spear on his shoulder, "But why are you here."

"To kill a daemon, duh?"

"Yeah but, why. Were you sent by the same guys who kidnapped Luke?"

"We didn't kidnap Luke. He came on his own accord 'cus guys like you decided to abandon him."

That line struck a nerve in Barry but he buried his words before they could sprout. He breathed deeply, counting up to ten, just like he'd been thought, while Candy walked ahead.

"Y'know I can help you kill it, right?" Barry said, "We make a perfect team, like what we did back there."

"Yeah. Not happening again." Candy said, turning to go. "I am much better working alone."

Barry looked at her. Another difficult person. Just like Martha. Never knew when to ask for help. He sighed, walking behind her, with some reasonable space between the two.

Candy glanced at Barry. Why the hell was he following her? She was beginning to regret not stabbing him accidentally. She wanted to work alone, no, she needed to. It was the only way to prove that she was good enough for the Ragnarok Society. She needed to prove her worth, to stand out amongst them all. Sure she didn't have any special abilities, but then her fighting style and control of her licht energy were superb. She didn't need help from anyone, let alone an inquisitor. If only her hands wouldn't stop trembling.

She reattached the dagger to the whip and clenched her fists tightly, moving a bit faster. She stayed alert, responding to the least of sounds, which became annoying as it was only the idiot of an inquisitor tripping over the rough terrain. They were walking slowly for crying out loud.