Rey De-Heavens (English)

12.3

The explosion was violent and more so on the not so resistant body of a child. The clothes in the area were shredded, the legs separated from the body, blood flew through the air and the intestines ended up scattered on the floor. Amidst heart-rending screams, Jhades ended up on the floor while trying to move his missing feet.

Dante, unaware that Jhades was the target of attack of one of the enemies, entered the clearing with his drawn catana, aiming at the one who had a damaged shoulder and was struggling to keep his spear from being pulled out by the tugs that the guardian of Paradise was giving with his teeth. Constan noticed the obvious attack of a second little one who had come to take advantage of his condition. With no choice but to drop his spear, he raised the guard of his still usable arm to dodge the clumsy thrusts the little wolf was throwing. Neither the edge of the catana, nor Dante's strength was enough to damage the skin beneath his opponent's armor. Even so, as soon as the wolf, with his fanciful idea of cutting metal with metal, increased the rhythm of his thrusts.

Constan, taking advantage of the opportunity, kicked the wolf cub hard in the face, breaking his nose, some of his teeth and causing him to recoil with shredded lips. Uncontrolled by the pain of a broken nose and the loss of several important teeth, Dante continued with the sabers, but being blinded by the impotence of not being able to cut his enemy in two, much of his movements lost even more precision as had happened when he broke his first sword against a stone. Although the basic movements and the correct way of thrusting had been explained to him, the wolfling held the catanna with only one hand at the bottom of the hilt, while the thrusts intercepted the target with the beginning of the edge that started just after the guard. Dante would even raise his weapon above his head, or thrust the top of the hilt with the intention of taking advantage of the arched edge, or step forward to employ the energy of his own body. He relied solely on his mediocre strength, without any technique or grace.

In control of the combat, the experienced soldier took advantage of the small wolf's temperament by jumping and leaving his opponent even more bewildered. Dante, forced to oxygenate his lungs through his mouth, realized that the enemy intended to strike him from the air. Regaining his composure, he placed his sword in a dodge position and at the same time granted a second purpose to one of his claws. With the side of his sword, Dante blocked and dodged his opponent's attack. Then, using his free claw, he managed to considerably penetrate one of the uncovered parts of the armor on his opponent's leg.

Seeing that it was easy to cut his opponent, even being at a disadvantage, the wolf cub began to laugh adding the following words so characteristic of him:

"I am invincible, the poison of my claw will soon take effect" And he took a step forward.

A sound made Dante turn his attention to the ground; when the wolf cub returned his gaze, Constan was the one who was laughing last. Helpless in the absence of knowledge, the explosive on the ground detonated in a flaming burst that engulfed the wolf cub's body. Not only was the sword ripped from Dante's small hands, but the violent explosion ripped away garments, burned skin and left muscles and even some bones of the sturdy body exposed. Plunged in pain, the little boy tried to wipe his face so that he could see and continue fighting, but he could not. He just fell to the ground, barely able to breathe or speak.

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As soon as the smoke in the clearing cleared, Rey was still dodging his opponent's suicidal attacks. He had heard the two almost simultaneous explosions, but had no idea what he was about to encounter. Out of the corner of his eye, Rey saw the shattered bodies of his two brothers. "From the looks of them and from what I heard, they were hit by explosions. The smoke didn't let me see how the detonations were carried out. That must be the strongest card of these guys. If both the guy with the gray feather plume and the one with the red feathers could make an explosion, why hasn't this one made his move. Something doesn't add up. Rey put his hands to his neck and found a foreign object attached; as soon as he identified the unusual event, he tried to tear it off. "What was splashing on me was blood combined with this slimy stuff that was pooling on my body."