Stick War: Inamorta and beyond

Chapter 50: Assassin

6th April, 11.32am 

Kim's POV 

As soon as Mark, Elizabeth and Ace separated from us to deal with that rampaging Magikill, Grace and I headed towards the direction of the arrow that almost pierced Alexander's skull. With Grace's help, we headed to face that Archidon. 

We ran past burning streets and dead civilians that were scattered in the streets. Ruined buildings lined the streets and soldiers ran in different directions to either save others or themselves. Just then, an arrow whistled right past me and scraped my right cheek. 

I grunted and felt my wound while Grace was still dumbfounded on what just happened.

"Take cover!" I shouted and both of us crouched behind a ruined building as cover. 

However, the soldiers in the streets were not as lucky as us. They were slaughtered under the rain of arrows that followed. 

"Damn it! We couldn't do anything!" I shouted out of frustration. 

"Calm down." Grace comforted. "How bout this, I'll go out as a distraction and you go kill him while he's occupied?" 

I stared at her with wide eyes. "No! Are you crazy? There's no way you would win!" 

Grace then stood up and reload an arrow into her bow.

"Trust your girlfriend." She said while letting out a smile and ran out. 

"GRACE!" I shouted and gritted my teeth in frustration. 

What should I do?! I just let Grace risk her life for me. 

I clenched my fist and picked up Shamballa. No matter what happens, I won't let anyone hurt Grace! If I can't even protect my loved one, then how am I suppose to be a hero.

I stood up and ran around the building, hopefully out of sight from that Archidon. As I dashed passed ruined buildings, I could hear arrows whistling , piercing through the air. 

As I got closer, I could hear the strings of a bow releasing arrows clearer and clearer. Soon, I stood behind him, the Archidon wearing a red cloak. I readied Shamballa and prepared to pierce through his chest. 

"I am impressed Kim Ackerman." A voice came behind me.

I spun around as fast as I could and thrust Shamballa in the direction of the voice. But when I spun around, it shocked me to see about twenty of the Archidon stood and look at me with smiles. Each of them had the exact face, cloak and even carried the same bow. The bow is golden in color and had a blue string. 

"Wh-What?" I stammered. 

"Don't worry, this is only an illusion." All of them spoke. "I'm not here to hurt you Kim Ackerman."

"Who are you?!" I shouted. 

The illusions dissipated into thin air and a single figure was left in the middle.

"I am Irithel, the dark assassin of the night." He said. "That spear of yours, it looked much more sinister back then when Basiel wielded it." 

"Shut up scumbag, say your last words before I skewer you." I scowled. 

Irithel just looked at me with a small smile. "Like I said just now, I'm not here to hurt you. If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago." 

"What do you mean?" I asked while keeping my guard. 

My eyes met Irithel's then the world turned black. Pitch black. I felt constrained. Then light came back on and I was shocked at what I see. I am in a room, sitting on a chair with chains constraining me. In front of me was Irithel holding a sword with a smile.