The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER TWO I KICKED BALLS. YES, LITERALLY.

Clifford's sword does not seem to recognize me as its owner. In other words, it is not letting me use it to its full potential. It's making me feel like it is not made to become a weapon as long as it is on my hands. It feels like using a kettle to fry a fish or something.

I swung the sword in an arc from my right side to my left side. One guy was hit in the shoulder. The other delinquents' eyes widened as I rushed to the outnumbered guy.

"Let him go!" I demanded as I pointed the big sword on their faces.

"Oh?" A guy wearing a bonnet said. "Is this guy one of your friends Janus?"

"Eh?" The guy with glasses said. "No. I-I don't know him."

"Hey, you." The guy with the bonnet asked me. Judging by his actions, he must be the leader of this group. "Do you want to die?"

"I don't plan on dying." I replied. "My plan was to save this guy here as I kick your butts."

"What?" The guy with the bonnet said. "You'll kick our butts? Hahahaha! Splendid!"

He and the others laughed in unison.

"Well. Now that you have already injured my junior right here," He pointed at the guy I swung the sword into. "We have to wreck you with Mr. Janus here."

I swung the sword in a wide arc, making the delinquents step back from me and this Janus guy. Still, this sword is heavy.

"Sorry for dragging you into this mess." Janus said. "All they want is this staff I am holding. This staff belongs to my uncle so I cannot let them have it."

"So they were planning to steal it eh?" I asked.

"Probably." Janus said. "I don't know how to fight but I know a little of healing magic and barrier magic. That's why I plan to enroll to the Theater Arts for that reason."

"Okay. I'll have you as my support, then." I told him.

I faced the delinquents. There are six of them in total, including the bonnet guy. They all have one similar trait. They are ugly.

"I will have you feel the cold kiss of my weapon right here." Bonnet guy said.

He grabbed two scimitars under his sleeves. "Behold my poisoned blade, Sting!"

The other delinquents grabbed their weapons too. One guy was holding a dagger, another was holding something that looked like a butcher's knife, another grabbed brass knuckles and the others brought out their swords.

They approached us nearer and nearer. I did the stance called 'The duelist' stance, which you must use when you carry thin blade weapons like a rapier, foil, saber, sword-stick, epée, and more. All I did was raise the sword and point it at them like a wand. Gee, the sword is heavy.

Bonnet guy examined my stance for a moment and chuckled. "What in the world are you doing? That is a two handed sword, you idiot!"

I ignored him and pointed the point of the blade straight at him.

"That look on your eye gets on my nerves." Bonnet guy said. "Rip him apart boys!"

The delinquents' eyes shone with malice as the order was given.

They charged towards me. One guy swung his sword overhead and tried to cut me in half. I dodged to the side and did three thrusts to his flank.

His eyes widened as he saw blood come out on his side. "Ack!"

I turned around and did a spin kick straight to his jaw. He was knocked out of his feet and laid there, totally unconscious.

"What a weird fighting style you have." One of his mates commented.