PATH OF THE STAR HUNTER

69 Chapter 69 Never touch a man’s reverse scale.

(Desmond POV)

It was too late to react when I noticed the disappearance of one of my enemies and I felt a sense of danger behind me, in the next instant I felt what I suppose was a sword piercing the side of my torso, I was unlucky enough that it happened by chance The sword passed through one of the joints of my armor so it did not need to pass through it to hurt myself, I also saw the tip of the sword protrude from the body of the girl I was holding hostage.

For a second I thought that the idiot who carried out the sneak attack ruined it by hurting his partner, but when I heard their leader blatantly confess that he planned to get rid of her by not sleeping with him, I realized what kind of scum he was dealing with and how unfortunate the girl was.

When placing it on the floor, something inside me was caused by the image of the injured girl bleeding helplessly on the floor, it was like reliving an old nightmare, one that had tormented me in the past and had motivated me to do indescribable things, then I realized that this was exactly my biggest fear, seeing her bleed out in my arms without being able to do anything about it, losing her because I didn’t do what was necessary, losing my Claire.

He knew that this girl and Claire were not the same people, that this had nothing to do with what he feared the most. . . But knowing it made no difference, it would still kill these bastards.

Knowing that the dead do not tell stories, I took off my mask without fear that my identity would be exposed if the military is really capable of extracting information even from the dead; then my respects.

Right now I was furious, eager to cause pain to these soldiers who could not be considered men and my first target was the coward who stabbed his own comrade without any remorse, using the mana he had collected and channeling as much mana from the atmosphere as It was possible for me to perform a feat that no simpler version had been attempted by me in the past; use multiple mana bursts in succession and not one or two but four of them.

The first allowed me to get close to my prey before it managed to retreat from my reach, the next three were used in my arms to carry out three high speed and power punches in a row, hitting first with a right hook to the stomach, the second a fly from the left to the liver and the last a blown blow from the right to the chin.

When hitting the first hit my target lost his breath and with it, any chance to counterattack, the second caused him paralyzing pain that forbade him even to think about how to get out of here and the third knocked him out completely, but I was not done with him. Seeing him collapse to his knees, I used another burst of mana this time on my right leg and hit him on the lower chin with a knee so hard that the sound of his impact was accompanied by the sound of his neck vertebrae breaking.

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Ignoring the muscle pain from the repeated abuse of the mana blast, I turned my attention to the enemies that were left standing, they seemed stunned and horrified to witness the death of their former partner, when they came out of his daze, the thin boy made a gesture with hands and a sonic wave hit me, making me slightly dazed; but not enough to be hit by the fireball thrown by the leader.

Being forced to deal with this somewhat annoying and dangerous combo of abilities, I quickly came up with a plan to deal with them, normally I would take things slower, even fueled by my anger I was rational enough to notice that the girl would bleed out if he didn’t end this fight soon.

I took my bow in hand and when the next ball of fire formed in the hands of the pyromancer, I shot it quickly with an arrow barely impregnated in the dual mana of the bow, unfortunately, I did not have enough room for maneuver to make a better shot; but this is all I needed.

A small blast at close range was enough to throw both the pyromancer and the sound user near him off balance, long enough for my next attack, this time my attack was well prepared with a mana filled arrow for maximum lethality, and this one Once it was not aimed at the pyromancer.

The enemy leader barely shook the buzzing in his ears resulting from the explosion, when he saw the second explosion in front of him, only this one was not made of fire and ash, no, it was made of the blood and brains of his last partner.

Having run out of arrows, I have no choice but to kill the last of them with my daggers, he seemed to notice it when I raised a gigantic whirlwind of flames around him, probably using it not only as a way to protect himself from me but also as a way to get attention for reinforcements to come. . . How naive.

I can imagine the expression of surprise on his face when the two daggers that I previously held in my hands simultaneously dug into his chest until only the handle of these was visible, this after he launched both using a simultaneous blast of mana on each one of my hands to throw them.

Another flurry of pain ran through my arms only to be ignored in the same way that I ignored the pain in my legs, sadly the lack of mastery in this mana burst application caused me to be able to use it fewer times on my arms before I felt the wear and tear.

Taking both of my daggers out of the shattered chest of my last victim, I placed them back in my sheath, I took the injured girl back in my arms and left the scene while wondering what to do with her.