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"Tut. tut. Such sharp words when all I've offered was an opportunity to part ways in peace." The hooded elf feigned disappointment before his cheerfully sinister voice picked back up. " And I never claimed to be a hero, squire. My master has given me but one task: 'Do as thou wilt.' Well, I...

With all resistance expelled, the eery silence grew within the darkened forest. The brutish man Justin dealt with was now slumped, body half encased in frost, flesh crumbling into misty dust. Josai and Sando's assault managed to dispose of the last remaining marauders, with none left standing. A...

He waited, watching with a vice grip that shook the steel plate of his armor. It took only moments for Margot to heal her scratches, but to Askandr, it felt like an eternity, waiting for that wound to close. Waiting for the blood to dry out and to disappear, and even then, the traces of it...

Askandr left the rest of them to the witch and her companion, zipping past the scores of men spared from his ferocity. He stood there, watching Justin make short work of the armored brute, who put up only a middling defense against the knight, fighting to keep ground. There was fear in his eyes...

"Be still and do as I say, mortal." Askandr's voice boomed with stern authority, having little patience for disobedience in this situation. He scanned the surrounding woods, his glowing eyes granting him a clearer view, less obscured by the thick shadow of nightfall. "Are there others still...

Askandr kept silent as the realization dawned on her. Beneath his helmet, his lips flattened as she learned of his true nature. A part of him, a thin sliver, wished the truth of his being to be delayed, but he knew better. And it surprised him that she did not shy away or cower in fear at this...

The bandits came at them in droves, wave after wave of what seemed like an endless tide of rusted steel and desperate strength. Askandr cared little for this, taking the oncoming tide and reaping what it gave him like a scythe against wheat. As soon as he found his mark, the swings of his sword...

Her voice was more soothing than he cared to admit. It had been some time since he heard such a tone spoken to him—an air of concern that grew foreign to him with the passing decades. He should be alarmed, cautious, and paranoid about why this woman clad in regalia would show such. His instincts...

At the sound of silver being brought, something in Askandr snapped. It was a feral instinct, the very same, that drove beasts mad in the presence of fire. His lumbering pace gave way to an unnatural dash, crossing distances in mere moments and delivering gruesome blows against those who stood in...

"Why what? You will answer for the blood spilled tonight." Beneath his helm, Askandr's fangs twisted into a sneer. He turned to face the man again, noting the supernatural trick that nullified his strike. The laughter around him did little but earned his annoyance. His grip on the hilt...

Her words sounded amicable, ad the swell of her voice warm. Askandr nearly forgot what it was like to be helped by someone. But the lingering instinct built by years of bestial circumstance prickled at the back of his mind. As she stepped forward, he stepped back, the arrows on his body doing...

During their trek, Askandr remained silent, the weighted footfalls of his boots the only sound made by the armored blood-drinker. His head locked forward, not even gazing at his temporary companions. There was no need to make small talk or plan, at least not yet. His prey mainly consisted of...

Askandr paid little heed to the man behind him, finding his voice more of a nuisance than anything. Were he one step closer to a mindless beast, he would have silenced the buzzing noise behind him. Permanently. He watched the hooded man play with that dagger, eyes honed on the bladed implement...

The hooded man's words were strange. Was he expecting him? The trail of corpses made much more sense as something less of a grizzly display and more of a lure as Askandr processed his words. There was a question there, but Askandr did not have the time to ask it. He gripped the greatsword's...

He waited, surprised at how the woman did not seem worried in his presence, given the circumstances. Was it from ignorance of what monstrosity stood before her or confidence in her skill of arms? Askandr waited until she sat up. Not a single muscle moved. She was a knight, or so she claimed to...