The sun beams down on us. Yet I feel no warmth from it. Everybody is already up and about. Doing their daily exercises. Steeling themselves for the upcoming battle. Some say it could be the end to all our battles. While others have their doubts. Saying that it was just another mission.
I haven't gotten the chance to know them. They seem much more relaxed than I expected. More easygoing than me. Always ready to talk about whatever. But they seem doubtful. Downright pessimistic, as their subjects always trace back to death.
"Enjoying the view?" Tammy leans up on the tree. On the opposite end. So that we couldn't see each other. She always plays that mysterious role. Which only peaks my interest. But now is not the time for romance. I'll wait for the perfect opportunity. Somehow, I will get through to this girl.
Tammy walks in front of me. Her mood much cheerier than last night. She cuffs both hands behind her back. Swaying herself back and forth. A huge smile on her round, tan face.
"Guess what time it is?" Tammy beams.
"I already know." I groan. "Training day."
"I'm glad to hear that." Her bright green eyes hits the floor. "Because..."
Tammy suddenly throws a fast punch. I catch it right in my palm. Without hardly making any real effort.
"For a laid-back guy, your reflexes are pretty sharp." Tammy comments. "I guess that's a good thing. Because demons are normally 2-10 times faster than the average person. So we magicians have to be just as quick. Sometimes...even faster if you wanna live to see another day."
"Good to know." I say, faking a yawn. Only mildly-interested.
My gaze lands on the others. Who seem to be training in pairs. Practicing their fighting skills. By throwing lightning-fast punches and kicks. Some knew karate. Others street boxing. While a rare few combine the two. Forming their own unique style. That looks like a mix of judo, boxing, and karate. Performing moves I thought only existed in action movies.
But there's also something else. There is this sense of familiarity around them. Even when they switch panthers. They effortlessly connect with other another. At ease. But what catches my attention-is their leader.
He sits in the grass. All by himself. Stuck in a mediating pose. Eyes closed. Shut off from the world around him. So far, I haven't seen him throw a single punch. Now that I think about it. He hasn't said a single word. Not to anybody. He strikes me as the lone wolf type. The kind that bothers me the most.
Yet even from him doing nothing, I sense something overwhelmingly terrifying in him. Like how most prey feel being cornered by a large predator. It's...fascinating, yet it fills me with a sense of dread unlike no other. Almost like watching a lion majestically watching the sunrise. It knows it has the power to tear things apart. To outrun, outpower, and dominate anything in its path. Turning whole fields into streaks of red and body parts.
That was what I sensed in him. A beast that could turn my world into one of carnage at any given moment. Many times over if he wanted to.
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Demon Hunterz
TerrorFreddie Mason is far from what anyone would call normal. He alone has the extraordinary gift to see and interact with spirits of the dead. He seeks to want more from his predictable, dull life. To dive into the things that exists beyond the realm of...
