Chapter 16: The Fun is Just Beginning

Arthor looked to his brother Ronell, who had blood trailing down from his nostrils. His eyes were as white as the snow beneath their feet, he had pushed himself to his limits to control dozens of Ravens.

He was no longer able to perform everyday movements and he was now similar to when he had first discovered his gift.

The brothers had moved him to a safe spot where he would not be so easily discovered as they prepared to rush into the burning village before them.

Benjen stood before all of them, holding his  massive sword with one hand with the other holding onto his shield. Lothor on the other hand had painted the top half of his face blood red, with the elk blood he always carried on his person.

He held both his axes at hand with a scowl etched on his face. Arthor had his sword in one hand with his axe in the other, positioned and ready to charge into the burning village.

Benjen let out a war cry before leading the charge with his two brothers following after him, their screams had alerted one of the men of the village, but before said man could alert the others an axe was buried into his skull.

Lothor quickly hoping over the fence which now had no man manning it pulled out his axe and picked a direction to rush off in. With Arthor and Lothor running of in their individual routes Benjen continued his charge straight ahead screaming his lungs out.

His charge inevitably drew the attention of some of the tribe who rushed at him with whatever they had at hand. Looking at them men before him, Benjen came to an abrupt halt and  watched as a battle axe flew right before him, then proceeded to smack the assailant across his face with his shield sending the man down.

There was no time to enjoy his victory as  another man rushed at him, Benjen quickly parried the sword strike and moved to kill him but was forced to bring his shield up for defense as another charged at him.

Outnumbered Benjen held his ground and continued to do battle, his eyes showing no trace of the word fear.

Lothor sped into the flames his axe quickly aiming for the vitals of the men and women trying to put out the fire. With his quick and precise attacks and his victims wearing next to no armor and totally focussed on putting out the fire, Lothor met no resistance.

With each kill his scowl slowly turned into a maniacal grin with his swings gaining more speed and force.

Moving to another group Lothor managed to kill a woman and moved to kill the last two men of the group but was stopped when one of the men held his wrists stopping his attack and allowing the other man to land a heavy hit  to his gut which sent him trailing.

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The men not being idiots alerted the remaining men to his presence and now more were gathering around him with some wearing armor. Spitting out the saliva that had formed in his mouth before looking to the men before himself with a wide grin.

He got into a stance which confused the men before him, He immediately let loose the two axes with one flying straight ahead with the other in the opposite direction.

The men behind managed to avoid the axe with the men before not being so lucky as the axe buried itself into his throat.

While the men tried their best to avoid the attack Lothor pulled out the knifes strapped to his torso jumped upon a man and continued to stab into the man.

The others ignoring the axe throw rushed at him all together meaning to trap and kill him, leaving him no way to escape. Lothor seeing this wasted no time moving the man he had mounted atop himself as a shield and began to crawl toward the axe which had buried itself into the man's neck.

The men continued to hack at their dead friend with some of their weapons traveling deep enough to inflict wounds upon Lothor. He tried his hardest to stop them but the screams still rushed out of his mouth as the pain began to travel throughout his body.

The man above on the other hand began to strike with even more ferocity hearing his screams as they knew their attacks were having effect, they were forced to stop though when the heard a whistling sound rapidly closing in from behind them.

The men turned around just in time to have some of their heads lobbed off. Three men had their heads sent into the sky causing their comrades to stop and look in shock as the axe continued it's journey embedding itself into a wooden pole.

Lothor had taken this opportunity to grab his axe which was embedded into the man below and sending into the family jewels of a man close by causing him to let out a scream and reminding the stunned men who stood around him.

Showing a bloodied grin, Lothor spun his axe around and tightened his grip ready to continue the battle. The men however had lost their contempt for the boy before them and began to treat him as a real opponent.

"Come on, the fun is just beginning!" Lothor screamed before charging at the men before him.

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