Deicide

Stupefy. Pandemonium. Win.

Artist: Aito on Pixiv

Ursus, Village

1084, February 15

Pov: ???

The raid has brought much spoils this time around. Fortunately, Mervyn's axe showed those whimps that fighting is a death's gamble, with the odds stacked against them.

One look at Mervyn and the feeble idiots cower like cattle. I had the idea that coming to Ursus wasn't the best choice. The last months hit our merry band rough. Almost ate Phillip's leg the other week.

Patrols have been cracking down on our usual route. Our gang has irked some lofty big wigs, and now my head likely has huge doe ready for the pickings. It ain't my fault Phillip decided to grope some noble's daughter!

Cragpincer shit really.......... where was I? Plundering nearby villages had boomed dramatically as of recent. To the point we should have plenty to go further into Ursus.

After Mervyn gets what he's after, we can leave. Somewhere warmer, I'd reckon. Kazimierz? Nah, way too bright with its neon lights. I'll discuss it with the crew later.

Villager: "Please, sir! That's all we have! We won't last even a week!"

This again? Philip's seems content taking more than we need.

Philip: "As if I give a damn! You've never experienced what true starvation is like!"

That damn psycho readies to slash the defenseless whimp. Philip's clever lifted over his head, intending to gut the poor bastard who annoyed him.

"Fucks sake Phillip! That's enough!"

My crude blade stops his killing blow on the villager. His head snaps towards me. Giving me a disgruntled look.

Phillip: "Outta my way, sarkaz!"

"We took what we want! No blood needs to be spilled for it!"

The villager stumbles back behind me. Shivering from the close encounter of death.

"Better start scampering before things get ugly."

My words etch themselves into the liberi. He runs into a house of none of my concerns. Phillip was practically frothing from his mouth.

Phillip: "That liberi been giving me the stink eye for hours now, Tellus! He stepped over my boundaries! Demanding, we spare the hard earn food we rightfully plundered! Bout time, I chopped his stupid head clean off!"

"Doesn't matter, Phillip. Spare the sod. We were met with no resistance. They'll perish from starvation if we don't give some scrap. We don't need that amount to travel."

The fucker spat to my feet, displaying a ugly grin that matched his personality. Teeth yellow and black.

Phillip: "Haaah? What gives you the right to order me around sarkaz? Last I remember, Mervyn only gave orders I'd listen to, and you ain't Mervyn."

Man.... starting to piss me off..... Need to end this before Mervyn catches wind of this. I take a stance, positioning my weapon to guard break philip's defense.

Phillip: "You wanna brawel? Bwahaha! Bring it on maldita perra!"

His broad clever slashes horizontally to my chest. A good parry and kick to the abdomen staves off the perro's attack. Phillip stumbled back.

"Had enough perro?"

Phillip grits his uneven teeth, barring a ferocious snarl. He darts with the same attack. Guess not then.