🐲 Dragon and Phoenix (Path of Light and Fire Book #2) (Completed) 🐲

Chapter 50

Sabin landed a few meters from the raging ugar battle, expecting them to swarm immediately, yet despite his flashy entrance, they focused on the other assailant.

Wrong move, ugar.

He punched and his god-spear shot forward, planting into an ugar's back with a meaty thud. He yanked it out and pulled it back to his hand, greeted by the deep wail from the offended ugar. It turned on him and snarled. "Human!"

Sabin lighted in the air above the creature and spun, twisting his god-spears to their katana form. He flung them at the ugar, using them more like whips than swords. The blades raked across the ugar's chest and it howled in pain, loud enough to get the attention of the others.

Sabin lighted to right of the creature and booted the giant bear-like creature in the side of the head, smiling at the crack of bone under his boot.

He pushed with the kick and flipped as an ugar spike pierced the air where he'd just been. He could have killed the ugar then, but his goal wasn't just death, but to get their attention on him and away from the traveler. There was still some ugar activity to his left, so that's the area he needed to avoid, lest he kill his possible ally.

"Serien!" another ugar spat.

With that word the bulk of the ugar army, maybe fifty of the slimy, translucent green beings turned towards him.

Sabin clutched the hilts of his katanas and smiled.

A challenge. Good.

He lighted in the center of the ugar and spun, his katanas forming a windmill of death and dismemberment. He lighted in the air seconds later, switching his weapons back to god-spears and drew on fire, punch-tossing his god-spears and filling the ugar below with holes.

Only for a few moments, however. Lighting to another spot in the sand, he grimaced at the number of ugar he'd slain in less than a minute. The creatures were not built to handle his speed and it showed. Purple black blood dyed the sands of the Wastelands, proof of Sabin's handiwork.

He whistled, and an ugar retaliated by shooting a jagged spike. Seconds later, dozens of other spikes joined the other, looking like a rain of arrows the size of thick branches.

He lighted behind the first ugar and pushed it in the small of its back with the hilt of his god-spear as the spike shower thudded where he had just stood.

"Run," Sabin said, sure the creatures didn't know the meaning of the word.

The ugar spun and swiped at Sabin with its clawed hand, but Sabin ducked and cleaved though its leg with his now-katana.

He lighted a few feet back, just as the scene unfolded in a way he hadn't expected.

They took his advice and fled.

They actually ran.

In all their encounters, they seemed like creatures of limited intelligence. Yet to run meant that had an imperative close to self-preservation.

He let them flee, satisfied with the wounded ugar that lay before him. Sabin walked to the its face, keeping an eye at the curious traveler who stood frozen several meters away. Clearly, he hadn't expected any company either.

Sabin guessed male because of the height and the broad shoulders draped with a dark, hunter green cloak, but he supposed it could have been a fit woman as well.

Sabin exhaled. Once, it had taken the combined strength of the Seriens to kill one ugar. Later, they defeated an army of hundreds, together.

He just killed at least thirty without breaking a sweat.