Chapter 229: (229): Alovena (3)

Fihad prepared them a residence and took the supplies to a cellar, to be certain that they wouldn't be spoiled. Returning to the hall, he saw them having the meal so joined the table.

"Did they reach Jorsa?"

Asked Hashin. Jorsa was the capital of Alovena, the greatest city with a huge population and merchants.

"No, they seize the villages near the eastern mountains."

"So they don't come here too."

Guessed, Ryan.

"Well, but you came!" He meant that when he could come, the imps might do the same as Velatorians were greedy.

"You are so mean, sir Fihad."

Ryan wasn't that patient for this kind of quips.

"I don't mind sending you back to hell!"

He punched the table, leaning forward on it.

"Hm, try me!"

"You itch!"

"I don't but it seems you do!"

Ryan took a sip of water.

Fihad stood up, "show me that you are a man! You can start with taking your pants off!"

Saya shook her head, As the argument roared upon the hall, she stood up and left there.

"Solve it your own." She told Ryan.

He clenched his fist, this bulky was showing interest in his wife, just in front of him, bearing this meant he was unmanned.

The crowd circled them. And they faced each other like rivals.

"I cherish to take out your guts and hang them for your lord father!"

He spouted out, Ryan titled his head, hm, was he just exposing muscles? Because he had no brain in that skull. He insulted Ryan in Velator's language, making sure he would understand him.

"Brother, calm down! Let's finish it."

Hashin chimed in, he was certain that Fihad would break Ryan's neck. He liked Saya since childhood and this freak was so unnerving.

"Shut up, betrayal, how could you let him marry her?"

Hashin coughed as he directed to the heart of the point. He stepped backward but a hand pushed him inside the circle.

"He is right, perhaps we must itch you too."

The guards of Alovena cheered and hooted. Those who came from Bead moved back as Saya already alerted them to avoid any noise.

"Oh, Masun! Long time no see!"

Hashin didn't want to be a part of that jumble but as he guessed they would not spare him a single moment.

"Show me that you are a man, or I might hang you by the ass."

Ryan bared his teeth. Taking off his sheath, he tossed it away, firming for the mountain of muscles while Hashin cursed from behind, guarding against Masun. The family was going to spank his butt for not protesting this marriage.

"Were you talking about this?"

Asked Ryan and waited for Fihad to attack.

"Hm, hope you didn't eat too much."  Hashin replied.

"He killed my relish since we entered."

Fihad chuckled, "you were not welcomed, little ass!"

He seized ahead and punched the air as Ryan dodged, the Lord's son swirled on his feet and hit the back of Fihad knee. The bulky man passed him a glare and like an angry bull, he grabbed Ryan and the crowd opened the way. Smashing Ryan to the table, he broke every dish that was placed there.

It hurt, Ryan cursed, his back was burning, something sharp scratched his back.

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"How fragile, I doubt that you are a man."

Fihad reached his hand for Ryan's belt and he read his intention, he would fulfill what he dished a while before.

He grabbed the jar and smashed to his head, sneaking out of his hand, he peeked at Hashin who received a heavy punch and scrambled back, he roamed to him, their back hit.

"Hey, let's work together!"

Ryan suggested and Hashin eagerly accepted. After beating each they were sweating and gasping, warming up.

From outside, a panicked guard jumped down the horse and rushed inside, his clothes were covered by the blood.

"Imps, they are close, two adults, one male, and one female."

The heads all averted on him who was as pale as ghosts. He was a dune guard and seemed the rest were gone.

"Pick your weapons, fill the cannons with limestone and gunpowder."

The crowd went to motion, and the bulky man while heading out added, "you two, prove your manhood out there."

Ryan and Hashin stormed out after taking the weapons in their hands, they were already drenched.

"Your back is bleeding."

Hashin declared while running up the stairs to attend on the wall.

"Yes, I'm a sound bait for those that make storm."

He pressed his necklace. The previous time this necklace saved him and this time he had to rely on his skills not spells of faeries. He didn't want to be a shame of her.

Ryan was persuaded to inject the essence but his father had told him to hang on. 

Two imps thundered above. Ryan scowled, are they in reproduction season? If it was so, then it was terrible because many imps had amassed to consume blood.

The female one soared and concealed among the clouds while the male one surged for the wall, hunting for its female to be fed appropriately before reproducing.

"Fire!" Fihad roared, his voice was as if a bear shrieked.

The fire kissed the fuse and the fired limestone flew up, but the imp simply dodged, shrieked, exposed fangs, and flew up the town, clawing two guards but throwing them away as soon as arrows rained on it. 

"Catch it before taking people."

Masun led his archers through the roofs, they were shooting arrows, their hands were gloved as arrows were already soaked into liquid lime.

"Release!" He shouted to those who hesitated.

"Come one, we must catch it with that rope."

Ryan pointed to a sharp hook that was tugged into a thick rope. Snatching it, he tossed it to Fihad.

"Hey, big bear, take it down!"

Fihad liked that idea and picked the hook and began to run on the roofs, his strides were as giant thuds!

Ryan and Hashin went to the highest roof, "I'm the bait!"

Ryan shouted and put the arrow in his bow, shooting to the imp to grasp its attention. The female imp already escaped but this one was here to hunt and earn its will.

"Come here, devil!"

He put another arrow and aimed, the second arrow sat on the wing and the imp screamed, its red fierce eyes caught Ryan. The scent of pleasant blood and the beats of his heart dragged it to him.

"Hashin! The cannon! I am not tending to die, shake your legs."

He directed to the wall beside the roof that had a settled cannon with no guard left there.

The two dropped guards were bleeding too. In a flash of light, one of them was snatched by the imp.

"Damn!"

Ryan cursed.

Hashin reached the cannon and waited, instead a lifeless corpus fell in front of him! Crap, the chest was empty, no heart, no blood leaking!

Fihad stopped behind a wall, hesitating for the devil but instead one of his men dropped, then a deafening shriek resounded.

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