Chapter 3: 2.Arrows to safety

"Hhhhhell, that could have gone wayy better" I breathe, touching the cuts and gashes on my arm and face. Is this what Kiryu feels like, losing his skills and upgrades every year and new games? Looks like I'll have to 'relearn' a few things…

After making sure none of the bleeding was profuse bleeding I got ready to move on.

 *Clatter Clatter*     

 *Clatter Clatter*

 'The fuck? How did I forget there was a leftover skelly?' it did not take much for me to run up and smash its spine. Now onto the door outside.

 

  Moving up to the door I look through the sliding peephole before opening it. His partner getting blasted for opening a door carelessly still haunting him.

 Outside three people fought the (assumed) decoy necromancers and the small battalion of skeletons. A woman with a light blue gambeson and a staff slinging spells, a tall lanky man with two curved swords, and a thick man with grey hair and a glaive.

 One necromancer, the young one with the spiral, had a large spike of earth impaling his chest. No blood flowed as he still moved fruitlessly attacking the air. The second necromancer was faring much better, undamaged and fending off the tall man's relentless assault.

 The fat man used wide swings keeping the skeletons off the other two. The woman with the staff made the earth erupt and entrapped the necromancer's (and several skeletons') legs, stopping his back peddling. The skinny man took advantage and applied more pressure, ending with him cutting the necromancer in half from the waist.

 After that the three of them made quick work of the remaining bonemen, regrouping for a chat among themselves. 'Should I walk out now? They seem at ease, they probably wouldn't stab at me. Hopefully.'. Cracking opening the door, I hear a loud THUD behind me.

 Two twelve feet tall monstrosities made of dead people's flesh, several faces could be seen poking out from it's body, walking my way at an alarming speed 'Why?' was the only thing I could think of as I rushed out the door. 

 The group saw and got ready to attack me, but I assume they saw my slight limp and my less pristine blooded clothes. I assume they decided to leave me alone, which was nice but I still had monsters behind me and I was more than willing to put their aggro on them.

 Luckily the party didn't stand still for long and focused on attacking one monstrosity down. 'Why not the other? I can't fight this thing! I only have a- wheres hammer!?'

 It does not take long for the thing to catch up to me and it smashes its fist down, snagging my already hurt leg. "Fuck, I hate today!" I roll before it's other hand smashes me. I try to stand up to run again, falling in pain, I look at my foot, twisted in a very unnatural way

 'What am I?! Some horror movie trope?! I'm going to kick that damned god's ass if I die here!' 

 In the middle of my anger clarity. I reached out my hand to the encroaching abomination, "Vector arrow!" A black arrow with an eminence purple edge big as my arm shot from my hand tearing apart the monsters hand through its shoulder blade, leaving its arm looking like bad ground beef.

"Finally! Offence!" Another shot forth, weaker but still tearing through its chest. It stumbles back and its legs get covered in stone. That fat man runs in with his glaive slicing off its good arm before the tall one starts hacking away at its back.

 It takes a few slashes for a beating glowing orb to be revealed, the caster sent a stone spike shattering it and the monstrosity crumbled.

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 The three surrounded me and my twisted foot, surprised I'm not showing as much pain as I should be in "Hey, don't suppose you guys have a fix for this? This hurts so much I could cry."

 "Alex?" The spell caster said. The tall one walked over, sheathing his swords, his hands started glowing, he placed them over my ankle. It was pleasant, till the bone quickly started snapping into place. "NNHGFUCKINẞNRID!"

 "Done." Alex said moving away, smirking a little. 'That bastard likes torture!'

 "Why are you here?" The caster question.

 'Shit, I didn't really think about that!. Generic sob story go!' "I… I was taken. They… they killed my grandpa"

 "(What do you think Letoy, truth?)"

 "(... Sure, he looks anger enough for that to be true.) Hey kid, what's your name?" The fat one asked leaning on his glaive.

 "...Remmus." 

 

 "Hm, Remmus then, how would you like to join us and get revenge on those nasty necromancers?" Letoy said with a grin

 "Wait, hold up, why would we take a kid on a hunt." The caster interjected.

 "Aw, don't be a tart, I was around the age he was when I started hunting down bandits for vengeance. I'm sure he could take care of himself. (You saw the spell he used, it could be useful...)"

 "Or he could be taken by Taris to negotiate."

 "If they try, kill me. I want them dead." I cut into their squabble.

 "Not like we can send him away, the closest town is a two day walk filled with beasts. It'd be better to just take him and drop him off in a village." Alex said 

 "Great! Kid is with us then! Letoy laughed. "Oh you don't know where the necromancers are, do you?" 

 "They said something about going through a tunnel into some woods." I answered 'Did I just get adopted by a party? I mean, I did want them to protect me since I now have only one spell. Is this what goblins and kobolds feel like in DND?'

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