The Torment of A Wolf (Meliodas)

Chapter 4 <Spear-ing Through The Sky>

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I am just a simple bean. - Bridle-ful

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Elizabeth quickly ran out the door after Mead, calling frantically after him. Meliodas and Yukinne hung back, deciding whether or not to follow.

"Do you think we should help her?" Yukinne asked, looking towards Meliodas from her place at the entrance of the bar. He walked towards her nonchalantly, his hands behind his head, and he made a contemplative noise.

"Eh, why not. Besides, with that sword clogging the water, there won't be anymore Vanya Ale and that wouldn't be very good for business, would it?" He asked with a cheeky grin.

"Whatever you say, Cap'n," Yukinne shrugged, beginning to make her way down to the village. Meliodas soon joined her, and together, they walked to the village in silence.

_At The Village_

Mead let out a loud scream in frustration. Him and the village men were pulling at the sword with all their might, but still to no avail. The sword hadn't even budged.  

Two drunken soldiers sat on a covered well, drinking their fill of what was left of the Vanya Ale, and laughing at the villagers struggling forms.

"They look so desperate!" One cried through his laughter. The other turned to him, commenting on how the villagers were "a bunch of morons".

Yukinne and Meliodas had finally stepped into the village, and it didn't take them long to analyze the situation and formulate a plan. Meliodas calmly walked pass the stupidly drunk men, grabbing both of their wooden mugs from them without them even realizing it.

"Any one who doesn't appreciate good quality booze, doesn't deserve to drink it," Meliodas said as he handed a mug to Yukinne. They both calmly strided towards the mob of villagers, drinking their booze as they walked.

The rope that had been tied against the hilt of the Holy Knight's sword broke, sending the men of the Village tumbling down, creating a storm of dust. The men laid across the ground, hemming, hawing, and huffing. Meliodas and Yukinne made their way through the crowd, having no problem maneuvering the field of exhausted men.

"Ah! That hit the spot," Meliodas said, plopping his mug down in front of Mead, "How about you Yukinne?" Yukinne copied her Captain's actions, and slammed her mug down next to his.

"I don't know why you're so hyped about it, you had a glass of this stuff earlier," She grumbled half-heartedly. Meliodas smiled at her, pat her back, before continuing on his short journey towards the Knight's lodged sword.

"Sorry you guys, I don't have any money for that drink, so how 'bout this?" Meliodas gave a mischievous smirk before loosely grabbing the hilt of the lodged Sword. Meliodas pulled up, dislodging the Knight's sword with ease.

The crowd around Meliodas grew wide-eyed and disbelieving. Yukinne just smirked, and walked towards her Captain.

"Ooh, I just love it when you show your manliness," she teased.  

"What are you talking about," Meliodas turned slightly to look at the Sin behind him, "I'm always Manly." The earth began to rumble, built up water trying to escape back into the rivers and wells of Vanya. From a short distance, Yukinne could see the two drunken soldiers shoot up into the air, water spouting from the well they once sat on.

The town's folk cheered and clapped, happy their village was saved. The two soldiers struggled to regain their bearings, and were startled when Meliodas approached them.