Six Warriors

The Wolf That Escaped The Chains - (Fenrir)

The Guardian stood up giggling despite having just taken such a blow. Fenrir frowned at the oddities of that weirdo.

"You made a mistake, kid" the weirdo suddenly turned and a ghoulish smile danced on his lips. "Do you think I chose this place just because I like the graveyard's gloomy atmosphere? No", he started laughing uncontrollably "I'm known as Aita of the Underwolrd Chains , and that's a much more suggestive name than you might think."

"Is that so? Um, guess what, I don't care." Fenrir said without showing any reaction.

“Well, I warned you.” Aita pointed her finger in Fenrir's direction "look I told you my name, the least you can do is tell me yours so I at least know the name of my next corpse."

"I don't like that, but I'll do it out of politeness. I'm Fenrir and I won't be anyone's corpse. By the way, I don't like you, really, but I don't see any reason to keep fighting you to the death."

Aita smirked

"It's my duty as... Guardian. But if you're that scared you can just bow down to me and then give me your crystal, so I'll let you go back to your little bed and drink your warm milk."

"Not a chance. These Guardians must pay you a good salary for this." Fenrir took up a fighting stance.

Aita again conjured her magical chains and began to shake them around her body, but made no mention of attacking Fenrir. He had a sinister smile on his face as the chains began to tangle around skeletons in that mausoleum and then the bodies began to rise, caught in Aita's macabre magic, he controlled those bodies like puppets with his chains, in all there were four corpses, two of them in a state of decay, like zombies, another two were just skeletons.

"CORPSE CHAINS!! Starting to regret it now, cheeky kid?" Aita asked before moving hers deads (they were really just dead, it's not like the guy had made them undead or living dead yet, just controlled them with his chains, the corpses had no actions of their own) Against Fenrir who started fighting the corpses, which were slow and clumsy. The chosen one did not have much difficulty in finishing them off and gave a smirk.

"Come on dude, was this really an attempt to kill me or did you just want to play creepy?" Fenrir asked before trying to advance against Aita, who for some reason still had a grimmer smile on her face. Fenrir then felt something or someone take hold of his ankle, a skeletal hand soon after another of the corpses attacked him with a clumsy but heavy blow, which he could not dodge, but blocked with his arms. then other of the dead struck him with another clumsy but hard strike, a tackle of rotting flesh that knocked Fenrir to the ground, the other skeleton, holding some kind of large wooden stake and taking advantage of the fact that he was on the ground, tried to finish him right there, with a simple thrust, thinking fast, the boy dodged the attack with a roll, leapt to his feet, and attacked the skeleton bearing the stake with his magic.

“ECLIPSE HARPOON!!” and the attack hit the skeleton's skull, breaking it into pieces. Fenrir used the same attack three more times, to destroy those undead once and for all, firing his magic technique on the heads of the rotten ones and the skeleton that was left. After that, the boy was already beginning to show signs of tiredness. Aita laughed, still inside the mausoleum.

"You destroyed my corpses, very good! But…" Aita summoned her chains again and took more corpses from the mausoleum. "That's why we're in a cemetery. There are hundreds of bodies here! They don't tire, they don't fear, they attack whenever I order!" He laughed.

Fenrir frowned as his opponent lifted three more corpses with his chains.

"I can't be fighting here face to face with him, I'll have to bet on escapes and traps, and then, when he least expects it, I'll take him by surprise." The boy thought before retreating.

"Now, now, now what a runaway little mouse we have here, isn't it?"

The fight continued as a game of dog and cat, Fenrir set up his magical traps, ran and hid, Aita blocked Fenrir's attacks with her chains and corpses and then used her chains to lift more corpses.

"If it goes on like this, it will never end" Fenrir thought. He needed to think of a plan, his magic power didn't last forever, but neither did Aita's and his opponent was also beginning to show signs of exhaustion, but Fenrir also didn't have that much energy left to bet on beating his opponent out of fatigue. In a way, the fight was already getting a little conditioned behavior. Fenrir would set a trap, it would trigger, Aita would block with a corpse, Fenrir would then attack from the opposite side and Aita would block with another corpse. After that the cycle repeated. Fenrir didn't have the energy to create more than one traps or more than one magic attacks, similarly, Aita couldn't keep more than two corpses at a time now and seemed to find it increasingly difficult to conjure her chains. Fenrir then thought he could use this routine to his advantage. First he created instead of a trap, two, in very close quarters, but with that he wouldn't be able to fire his magic in the next moment, he hoped that Aita would think he was there and then attack from the opposite side, no magics, but there was a tomb of, perhaps a warrior, where there was a sword in the hands of the sculpture “It's just borrowed, okay?" said the boy to the statue that represented whoever it was. The sword wasn't very sharp, but the boy figured the pointed point would be enough to cut through that psycho's flesh.

"We can't play this little game all the time, cheeky boy!" Aita screamed as if she was losing her temper.

"Yeah, we really can't." Fenrir whispered to himself.

"There will come a time when you won't have any more places to hide, so I'll find you... and then... I'll do horrible things to you!" Aita laughed out loud like a maniac.

"I bet you would, you freaky maniac. Trouble is…you'll be sleeping and dreaming of your tentacle hentai and corpses before then. Yeah, I'll put you to sleep, you stark-raving mad." The chosen one put the plan into action, left the two traps next to a grave carved in the shape of a reaper, and ran to the opposite side, hiding in one that had the sculpture of a hound.

When Aita passed by, the first trap went off and the Guardian blocked it with the first corpse. Then he turned his body to the opposite side, already anticipating that Fenrir would attack over there like the others times.

"I found you scared little mouse!" Shouted the guy in that shrill, irritating voice with traces of insanity, but what was his surprise when the wind hissed as yet another of Fenrir's magic traps shot towards him, he realized too late, barely giving him time to block with the corpse, so he tried to dodge but the black energy harpoon hit him in the shoulder, with the pain he lost concentration and his chains undid, knocking the corpse down. Aita staggered, reaching for her injured shoulder, and Fenrir used the moment to charge forward. The Guardian noticed and tried to dodge the blow, but the tip of the sword still hit his waist, opening a wound that spurted blood but wasn't enough to kill someone like him. Truly startled, Aita backed up a lot, jumping back and taking the hand that had been on her shoulder to her waist, her teeth clenched and her brows furrowed. Fenrir stopped for a while, hoping that attack had been enough to end the fight, which turned out to be a mistake. "You really tried to kill me, didn't you little sh...?" Aita yelled, enraged and maddened, not even able to finish the sentence when he moaned in pain and closed his eyes in a painful grimace but then he opened his eyes in fury and continued to scream, "you tried to kill me! You think I don't deserve to live, is that it? You think I deserve death?!" He removed his hand from the wound and moved it fast, summoning his chains, the magic rushed towards Fenrir, it was just a thread of chain, but it was enough to hit the stunned boy and snag his left arm. "Yeah? So let me tell you something new. I don't think you, you little crystal thief, deserve to live either!" Then Aita moved her hands restlessly and the chain moved, pulling Fenrir aggressively, such force that it pulled the boy that made him feel a pain through the pulled limb and felt that he might have dislocated his shoulder, which made him cry out. Fenrir was thrown by the chains into a pit that already had an open coffin, the boy fit there perfectly, albeit a bit crooked, and felt more pain when he fell there.

“Danm!” the boy cursed with moans, putting his hand to his injured shoulder.

Aita appeared there, outside the grave, looking him up and down with a smile. The Guardian's blood loss had made him even paler in the light of those two moons in such a dismal graveyard. Fenrir thought he must have been making a rather pathetic pained face, for Aita seemed to enjoy seeing him there, apparently in pain.

"But if you think I'm going to be pious enough to kill you quickly, you're mistaken. I'm going to lock you in this coffin, thread my chains around it, so you don't even think about escaping, and burying you alive here." The Guardian spoke with a smile on his face. Alerted, Fenrir started to move to escape, but Aita was faster and with his chains he closed the coffin. Fenrir heard the sound of chains scraping around the coffin and then Aita's laughter, who declared "You can cry now, cheeky kid, this gonna make me so happy!" While Aita gloated Fenrir tried to escape by hitting the inside of the coffin, but it was impossible to get out of there like that. After that he began to hear the sound of earth falling over the coffin and felt a chill go up her spine.

Fenrir started to feel nervous about the whole situation, he tried to convince himself to stay calm but it was a little difficult. How would he get out of it? He'd set one of his magic traps, but they wouldn't activate like that...so it was over? Was he going to die agonizing and suffocating buried alive in a grave by a madman?

"When you die, I'm going to use your corpse! You'll be a good lackey against those i***t friends of yours, if they're still alive of course. Hey, how about I dress your corpse in a pretty little pink doll dress, huh?Wouldn't you be cute?" Aita was laughing loudly as it became harder and harder to hear everything, the earth was muffling the surface sounds. Fenrir gritted his teeth. Not only would he die agonizingly, his opponent would profane his dead body with jocose actions. What a hateful guy! To make matters worse, it was getting harder and harder to breathe.

“Sab ti? Te will let this ressurrection man say to te om cramp word? Te beben harn to this akbotark ark.Berkin feun fu bu this gull hunakal, frun ykanan bina a bitama and sya ti, forlin bina beef, crash intan ti.” Said one of the voices in his head, speaking in a strange, waddle way, but in the background that wild, wolf voice was also growling... deep down... in fact it sounded like the voice of several ancient and diverse spirits speaking at once. In other times Fenrir would not have understood a single word of that speech, but now it was as if he had gained the ability to understand those words along with the other abilities the crystal had given him, now he could understand that strange dialect, the cant of vagabonds, thieves, rogues and assassins. In other words, the spirits of the crystal thus whispered: “That’s it? You will let this body thief say to you that death sentence? You can not die to this skeleton man! Child, get up from this fool casket as a assassin and cut him a wound, kill kill him!”

"You bet, whoever you guys are, voices, there's nothing I want more now than to cut this weird to shreds!"

“This is good. This grim, hopeless, and spiteful hatred, yes, this virulent hatred! Feed him! Or else your enemy will feast over your corpse, he will mock you! Feed what's most dangerous in yourself, awaken a new power and then eliminate those who want you dead!” Fenrir tried to gather all his magical dark energy into an indescribable and fierce rage, he felt something dark growing in his soul, but still... "It's not enough! More! More anger, more shadows, more gloom, more darkness, it's devour or be devoured, it's hunting or be hunted, it's you being the wolf or the sheep! Just break the chains that bind that inner wolf, feed it with your own hand, and then it will bring more power than you imagine, a festival of flesh, blood and death, sacrifice your sanity for power, bet on twilight of civilized gods.”

Fenrir screamed as hard as he could with all that cauldron of feeling, fear, pain, anger, suffering, the threshold between controlled sanity and devastating insanity, savagery contained like the eyes of a hungry wolf. Deep in the background, in a muffled voice, Aita encouraged his screams, thinking Fenrir was cornered and crying hopelessly... in a way, he was right and the only hope Fenrir had was to mangle his opponent apart. The boy fed the trapped wolf with his own hand. In a hoarse and insane scream Fenrir conjured his new attack...

“NIGHT WOLF CLAWS!!!” and the black and purplish energy covered up the boy's hand and snaked across his forearm, creating a kind of dark energy gauntlet with sharp claws, with it, Fenrir ripped open the coffin lid and dug through the earth in which he was buried with a single stroke and rose out of there with a jump, behind him, pieces of the coffin lid fell with hollow sounds. Aita, who hadn't expected that, just stared at it all open-mouthed. Fenrir took advantage and once again advanced with his new attack "NIGHT WOLF CLAWS!!!" and struck Aita on the part already previously wounded by the sword, the Guardian let out a great moan of pain as blood gushed further from his open wound. Fenrir didn't even turn back when he heard Aita fall to her knees.

"You damned cheeky kid! You killed me! I really am going to die!" Aita cried in a very loud voice. Only then did Fenrir turn to see his opponent's situation. His condition was pitiful and it really was difficult for him to survive with half his abdomen practically destroyed. "But I'm not going to die alone! No! If I'm going to hell, I'll carry you along with me, you brat!" Aita opened her mouth at what Fenrir thought was almost unhuman angle, which disgusted her. "UNDERWORLD CHAINS" Blood spewed from Aita's throat through her mouth as macabre currents of dark energy welled up there as if answering the call of her last breath, unlike their usual chains, these were crammed with spikes and thorns. Fenrir barely had time to escape that attack that took him by surprise... how far would that guy go to destroy him? The spiked chains bound the boy's limbs as well as his torso, then began to tighten, causing the spikes to penetrate the boy's flesh and squeeze his blood like juice from a fruit. At first, Fenrir tried to resist and escape, but the more he struggled, the tighter the chains gripped him. Fenrir screamed and his only hope lay in an endurance test...who would die first, Aita or him? He expected that horrible wound to his opponent's body would kill him at once, but it seems that when Aita saw Fenrir suffer like that he seemed to get stronger somehow, as if he was motivated and then even straightened up again, staying standing.

"This guy…these damn chains…are going to rip me to shreds!" Fenrir thought, starting to grow desperate, as Aita smiled in a crazed, suicidal attack, his mouth gaping disgustingly as drool and blood ran down his chin. That damned weirdo... he was going to get him killed!

Aita seemed more and more excited about her possible murder when, out of too much excitement, he misstepd... apparently his legs weren't as strong as he thought, with that he staggered and stepped on the lid of the coffin Fenrir had broken. The magic trap from before activated, the small dark energy harpoon came out a little weakened, but strong enough to hit a nearly dead Guardian who had in his last strength the hope of also killing his opponent. Aita was hit from the bottom up, the chains fell apart, Fenrir fell to the ground like a b****y rag doll, Aita was blacked out, forever perhaps... The last thing Fenrir saw was his opponent fall, and his body tremble, the last thing he heard was the owl hooting that night and sinister place.