Only half
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It was a Hunter, not a knight, that drew their sword.
He had entered the dungeon and had lived so long inside that he had forgotten that he even was a Hunter. But for some reason, his instincts kicked in. Hunters normally felt either bloodthirst, when they saw a good opponent, or fear, when they saw too strong a foe.
The angel saw him draw his blade, and it immediately attacked.
It summoned a strange trident, made of what looked to be pure gold.
The angel instantly shot a beam of light towards the Hunter, and the Hunter lost his arm. The angel attacked again, and this time the Hunter lost his head.
The beam of light had come from the trident, which now looked like it was guarding the angel.
The soldiers that had been waiting with their shields stared in shock. They were looking at their comrade, who was just killed by the angel, just a few feet from them
Every single soldier there was feeling the same thing.
Blinding rage towards the angel that had taken their friend from them.
They all drew their swords at the same time and roared in unison. They began to run towards the angel.
Four more golden tridents appeared, and they started to face different directions. The tridents immediately started shooting small beams of light directed towards the knights.
And that was when the knights started to feel fear.
Blood started spraying everywhere. Each shot of light always hit an arm, leg, chest, or head of a knight. And they shot at very common intervals, almost like semi-automatic weapons.
Alexander started shouting at the men to avoid the beams as much as possible, but it was to no avail. Men were dying too easily.
All the men that previously rushed the angel stopped and began to retreat.
Alexander then saw a man who was getting very close to the angel and had not stopped. He started to use his ice powers to provided cover for the man from the trident, but the trident simply shot twice and disintegrated the ice and the man.
Alexander cursed, and Louis told him not to use his powers right now.
“I want to save them” Alexander told him.
“Alexander, remember that this is a dungeon, these people no longer exist” Louis told him quietly, so that none near him would hear.
Alexander relaxed then, but it still felt horrible to watch as every soldier around them screamed because they had lost a limb.
That was when they saw Lucius.
He was getting very close to the angel. He did not have anything with him, which explains why the angel did not attack him.
He was bleeding from his head, and he had barely gained consciousness, but he was determined to see his objective through.
He was certain that the angel was Mimy.
The smell of blood kept getting heavier, as the tridents kept firing everywhere. Even though none of the men were advancing, the angel kept firing everywhere.
Louis ordered the men to get back. It had only been a couple of seconds, and the casualties had already reached the thousands.
Nobody had even bothered to communicate anything.
Alexander then started to spread his ice, but he had a limit to how much he could reach. At the end, he could only create a somewhat medium size wall that covered the knights.
Just watching as hundreds upon hundreds died while he did nothing was too much for him to bear.
They could now take a break. They still could not see him, but their other friend was healing the knights as much as possible.
Louis started to curse. The businesswoman turned knight was deathly pale. She had just watched as how a single angel had wiped her entire company.
Every knight now behind the ice wall was terrified.
Each one of them had lost a friend, a coworker, a comrade.
All one could hear of the knights around them were murmurs, all saying the same thing; “I don’t want to die”
Louis was thinking as hard as he could. All the plans he came up with would end in death for his friends and himself.
He had no idea if the angel was hiding something else.
Lucius had not gone to look for cover. In fact, he was now getting very close to Mimy.
He finally reached her and stared at her in disbelief.
“Mimy, is that really you?”
“Mimy who did this to you?”
“Mimy, weren’t you going to marry me?”
“Why”
“WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE YOU” he asked her.
Mimy did not respond. She was no longer Mimy. She was a divine being, unconcerned with life or death.
The answer of what happened to her was already lost forever.
Tears started to well up in his eyes. Right then and there, one decision was strangely present in his mind. His sword.
Lucius then looked at Mimy again, and remembered, the sweet child that would never harm anyone in her life. The child that had known no fear, no remorse, that lived as if life itself was worth living. He gave her one last look and raised his hands to the ceiling, promising himself that he would murder every angel in existence.
He made the hardest decision in the world. To kill a little girl who did nothing but spread happiness.
It was at that moment, after Lucius had raised his hands in the sky to summon his sword, that the angel, with a tear in its eye, cut Lucius in half.
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