Voices - DSMP

Technoblade: Hunting (It's only nature)

T/W: mentions of blood and death

The trip had been uneventful so far. That wasn't bad. It was just ... surprising that there were so few mobs or towns out here. Especially considering how close we supposedly were to a massive government. Thankfully the ride here had taken just under a month and now we were a few days away from the government. According to Phil's reports anyway. Hearing the flap of approaching wings I smiled. "Speak of the devil."

"What's the news Phil?"

"Group of soldiers - armed. Heading this way. They seem to be running away from something."

This was interesting. "Are they from that government?"

"Judging from the sigils on their armour I would say yes."

"Good - I was getting bored."

Niki - ever the observant one - spoke up, her voice sharp. It wasn't a surprise - she had never had to actually kill someone before. "What should we do about whatever's chasing them? It must be something if it was able to displace guards from their strongpoint."

I grinned, "If it is an enemy then we will destroy that too. And if it's a friend then well done to them."

Niki nodded determination sparkling in her eyes. She could be very scary when she wanted to be. Maybe she wasn't as squirmish as I had thought.

"Phil?"

"Based on the speed of their travel and ours, we should meet them a few minutes before sunset."

"Alright then. Is everyone prepared? Gapples? Potions?"

Two nods of affirmation. "Good. don't use too many though since we will need most of that for fighting against the government. Now, let's teach those boot lick'n corpses the power of anarchy."

Just as Phil claimed, the sound of snapping twigs and exhausted breath became apparent shortly before sunset. Perfect. The Voices had been getting bored.

Standing in a small clearing, the red of the fading sun illuminating our swords, we probably looked terrifying to the ragtag quartet of guards who had already been supposedly running for their lives. We just probably made their day 100 times worse.

As they enter into the clearing, their eyes are drawn to gleaming swords and polished armour. Surprise evident on their face that quickly turns to hatred. I recognise that glare and it's hard to not growl. Hybrid haters. People that believe humans to be the supreme species. I would have no guilt tearing them down. I suppose unsurprisingly, the guards are the first ones to attack. Yelling and hollering as if we were mindless beasts that would be startled from the loud noises - which, rude! Niki wasn't a hybrid or even Laminä. I swallowed the urge to bare my tusks and gut the guards, engaging with one of them instead. I would humour him a little bit.

The Voices were chanting. They wanted blood. Blood of the scum who dared to challenge The Blade. Sword stroke met sword stroke, sunlight fading. The man I was fighting was getting progressively tired and fearful. Had he realised who I was? As a sword whistled towards my leg, I calmly blocked it. No effort required. Before taking a swing of my own - to the man's neck. He was smart enough to retreat. I tilted my head as he finally decided to speak.

"You! You fight like that monster!" He stared at me with increasing amounts of terror. I suppose the blood lust was finally settling in on him. I was just getting bored though.

"Are you the one that taught that thing to fight?!"

I stepped back raising my sword. "I don't know what you're talking about."