The Hybrid Fateful Sorrow

The Ex-Knight

Inside The Bucklers and Swords inn. The ale is getting warm from the tense that is brewing.

Amadeus, standing with him were Amelia and Elise. Against the mercenaries of Vaxia.

“Please, we didn't mean to trouble you, good sir! Would you please just let us go?” Amelia said, pleading to the mercenary.

“Lady, I would if I wasn't doing my job right. But here, we are the protector. You can thank us later by spending some time with us. What do you say?” The captain said as he grins while his wrist is still numb from the alcohol.

Without armor or a weapon to protect themselves, surrounded by experienced mercenaries.

'Do you want to devour all of them?' A voice in Amadeus's head.

Amadeus suddenly burst into laughter.

“Haha! No. The old-me could easily kill them all, ” Amadeus said as he stared at his hand.

'But your old-you would talk his way out of this,' the voice in his head said.

'I know, I know. But I'm not the old-me. We have changed. You have made sure of that,' Amadeus thought as he gazes at his smirking enemies.

“This man is crazy!”

“He sure is, should we give him a hand?”

“Yeah give him the fork, surely everyone knows how to use one!”

“He was a knight! For f*cksake!” the angry voice of the captain.

“Of course he knew how,” he added as he joined in the laugh.

“I'll get it myself, ” Amadeus said with a serious tone.

Amadeus moving close to their table. Without the slightest of fear as he turns his back at them.

Walking confidently passing the veteran mercenaries who have confronted death once before. As if he was forgetting he is with the two sisters, leaving them while he gets all the mercenary's attention.

Peeking at the metal fork in the table along with the three mercenaries in his front.

“This would very much do, ” he said as he grabbed it.

With Amadeus carefree and sudden movement that made some mercenaries gritted their teeth along with their weapon as they felt a sense of danger.

'This guy is something more, never felt this tense since the battle of Dulenveil,' One of the mercenary thought.

“Now, we are just kidding with the fork thing. But if you really want, yeah you can have it,” One of the mercenaries in his front said.

“Yeah?” Amadeus said as he snatched the ale in the mercenary's hand, drinking it for his own.

His eyes are red, was it because of the fireplace in the center? Drinking the ale without any care. This is someone powerful that could easily break a wrist. Someone confident enough to show his back to his enemies.

The mercenaries are starting to doubt their action as if the essence of power is being emitted. Making them sober enough to realize. The man that is in front of them is an individual that they can't push around easily.

“So this man here thinks he is capable of defeating us all?” the captain said, laughing while saying so.

“Huh? No one's answering,” he added as he gazes at his unease men.

“I mean we are half-drunk, yes! Fully armored, equipped with our weapons of mastery. While he may be a knight, it doesn't change the fact that he is outnumbered and unarmored, ” he said, stopping as he slightly laughed before he continued.

“And hear this, armed with a metal fork!” the captain said as he continued to laugh bringing back the morale of his men.

The mercenary in front of Amadeus started to speak.

“Hey, and of course our years of experience. I mean what our eyes have seen—”

A metal swish was heard in the air followed by a thudding sound as it thwacks in one of the softest parts of our body.

Quickly after that, a hitch pitch of cry was heard from the man, before he could finish his sentence.

“Now you can tell everyone, your eyes have seen something like that, ” Amadeus said as he slowly makes a smile on his face.

A rusty long metal fork stabbed at the man's eyeball. It was pushed so hard that it went through the back of his head, kissing the wood wall.

With the uncontrollable blinking of his skewered eye, itching from the rusted metal. The blood is spewed out along with his shrieking.

“God damn in hell!” 

“F*CKING F*CK F*CK!”

“F*CK!!!” a loud yell of a mercenary.

The man greatly wailed to the tavern walls as he indecisively clasps the metal fork.

“You can use the fork just like that, ” Amadeus said as he throws the ale to the ground.

Turning his back away from the mercenary who he pierced with a metal fork into his eyeball.

“Now, is there anyone who would let me borrow another fork? ” A hungry eye of his as he speaks.

The burly Amadeus hungrily breathing as he stands like a beast. Wickedly smiling at the mercenaries, sending out numerous doubts and fear.

“I'm going to make a red out of you green buffoon.”

With the attention Amadeus is getting, the two sisters snuck on the back of the wooden counter. Hiding quietly as they wait for it to end. While the commoners and patrons crouched below their table.

“Who the hell do you think you are! Men! Put an end to this insane knight!” the captain yelled to Amadeus as he flounced with his axe up.

Easily three to five mercenaries on Amadeus's side yelled with their weapons up. 

Grabbing the large table as he easily throws it at them.

Slamming to their faces with a great force, even putting some incapacitated.

“This man is a beast!”

A mercenary armed with a longsword moves quickly at him.

The mercenary manages to reach Amadeus with a piercing stance as he sends his longsword into his chest. 

Amadeus quickly evades to his side.

Only witnessing the mercenary pulling his attack rapidly, as he switches his stance.

'It was fake!'

With a smirking smile of the mercenary and his longsword ready for a frontal overhead strike.

In that second Amadeus's blue eyes modified into vermillion red encircling a sky blue eye.

“COME AT ME!” Amadeus yelled as he deflected the strike with his forearm.

It cuts and it bleeds but it's not enough to do more than that. 

The mercenary beyond belief eyes, seeing the damage he dealt only manage a couple of inches to Amadeus's arm.

“Oh for God's sake! What are you?” He yelled as he pulled the longsword back to ready another attack.

The mercenary heaves his longsword up high. As he readies another strike to Amadeus, battle crying as he sends his attack!

With an angered face of Amadeus. He exhales releasing water vapor from his breathing.

Quickly launching his right robust hand at the mercenary neck. Pulling him by the neck, as he deflects the mercenary's attack with his other left hand. 

Disarming the mercenary's longsword. It expelled away to the floor near a commoner.

Hauling the mercenary body by the neck. He forcefully suppressed him to his knees.

“I'm your ending, ” Amadeus let out as he growled with heavy breathing.

A thunk from the distance subsequently a whooshing sound of a bolt fired as it traverses to Amadeus's head.

Almost close to impossible, Amadeus' right hand seized the bolt before it could reach his skull.

“That is not possible. He's not f*cking human!” the mercenary said, holding a crossbow.

Amadeus pulled the mercenary's hair downward, exposing more flesh from his neck. The man kneels at his mercy. Amadeus drives the crossbow bolt to his wide-open neck.

With the mercenary's quick reaction as if his instinct kicks in from all the fight he survived. Grabbing Amadeus's right wrist before it could meet his soft neck.

“F*CK YOU! I survived the war, ” The mercenary said raging as he pushes all his strength back.

Their captain decided to move in to interfere and assist his men. With his axe up high, he charged furiously!

“You need to understand, this is not a war. It's just me. Killing all of you, ” Amadeus said looking straight to his eye.

Putting all his strength into his arm as he grabbed Amadeus' wrist.

'I'm not going to die here!'

Gripping it as he drags it away from his neck. Only to lose the grip on Amadeus's wrist.

'F*CK it's my end,' the mercenary thought.

Amadeus didn't fight his grip instead, he pulled his own hand away releasing it from the mercenary's grip. As he sliced the bolt on his side, breaking it in the process.

It spewed out blood onto their bodies and faces. A man slowly falls to his knees.

It was their captain, his neck was lacerated by the sharp tip of the bolt. He gasps wildly from losing air. Releasing from his hand is his axe that falls to the ground. Trying to plug his slitted throat with his left hand.

“Fck… yo… u, ” the captain said followed by an ugly gasp.

“I'm good at killing worthless people as you can see,” Amadeus said as he watched the captain fall to the floor.

The mercenary's body is still being suppressed down by Amadeus. He desperately moves to get away from Amadeus's clutches. Trying to push his arm back, away from his head.

Amadeus once again yanks his hair down exposing his throat wide open. Striking a hard blow to the mercenary's neck by his right hand. That quickly sends the mercenary wheezing for air.

The mercenary looks at Amadeus with a burst blood vessel in his eye and a mild size swelled throat. As he continues to wheeze.

'Damn! I'm not dying here!' The mercenary thought. 

Amadeus struck another one in his swollen throat. With another strong right that made the mercenary spewed blood incredibly. As his body plummeted to the ground and his head piercing the floorboard.

They are being killed one by one. The effects of the alcohol diminish with what they witnessed. 

One of the commoners grabs the longsword. It was expelled from the mercenary's hand before.

Calling out Amadeus's attention.

“Ex-knight! Here take it!” the man said as he threw the longswords at him.

Amadeus snatching the longsword in the air. Nodding to the man as a response of gratitude.

Three more of the mercenaries walked at the same time towards him.

“Fck this! I'm not going to die here!” Kolben quietly uttered, as he silently left.

'Letting him go? You love it don't you? You love to be known. You wanted to be heard,' A voice in his head.

The last able mercenaries move toward Amadeus that is now armed with a longsword.

'Ah, my favorite weapon.'

With the mercenaries doubting feet and tense stance. 

Amadeus's long turnaround turning slice with his longsword directly at their heads. 

Turning with his feet as he gains momentum as well as reaching them with his longsword.

Cutting two out of three of the mercenary's heads. Swiftly beheading their necks.

With the one left standing seeing all his companions dead.

“Oh fck!” he uttered as he lost strength on his knees.

Amadeus walks closer to him. While his longsword raises as he easily flicks it off at the mercenary. Staining the mercenary's face with blood.

“Gods in heaven!”

Amadeus points his longsword at his mouth. While the mercenary whimpers and sobs as he pleads.

“Spare me, please!?” the mercenary said as he glanced at Amadeus's piercing eyes.

He drilled his longsword at the mercenary's mouth and out through the floorboard. Quickly ending his life.

“I did.”