Chapter 251: Hope for the Lost
So, how should I play this? Vir thought, facing down the three Chitran guards. The captain was notably not taking part, choosing instead to oversee this duel. No doubt he expected this to be a beat-down.
Each fighter wore the same armora small, tight gambeson cuirass under chainmail that covered their biceps and thighs, leaving their forearms and legs open.
Two wielded talwars and round dhol shields, while one wielded a poleaxe. Overall, a solid setup.
Vir wasnt about to let slip even the faintest hint that he was the Akh Nara. Which meant Dance of the Shadow Demon was off the table. Only abilities that were reasonably similar to tattoos were safe. Luckily, tattoos embodied abstract powers, and while some demons preferred to show off the tattoos on their bare bodiesVir thought of Cirayusexhibiting body art didnt seem to be a core part of demonic culture.
Which meant Vir could get away with a lot, so long as he conserved his prana and fought efficiently.
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Though Vir had learned many lessons in the Ashen Realm, one reigned above them all. Ones ability to safely and reliably defeat enemies hinged less on ones power and more on their understanding of the opponents strengths and weaknesses.
Yes, Vir had gained Prana Current and other boons, but his knowledge of Phantomblade weak spots gained from fighting dozens of battleseach time honing his tactics and timingthat was what let him annihilate those beasts.
The guards fanned out, with the shield-bearers attempting to flank him. It wasnt a bad strategywhile they heckled him, the poleaxe wielder could sneak in strikes.
Vir, of course, didnt let them. He backed away and circled every time they tried, forcing them in front of him.
A shield-bearer made the first move, thrusting with his talwar. A probing attack to see how Vir would react.
He barely moved, twisting his arm just enough to allow the weapon to whizz by.
The monkey demon frowned, and Vir barely suppressed a smirk.
While Vir had avoided the attack, he couldnt blame his foe for mistaking it as a coincidence.
His partner attacked, and again, Vir barely avoided the blow. This time, it was accompanied by a sneaky attack from the poleaxe wielder.
Vir allowed himself to fall, avoiding it. Turning his momentum into a reverse somersault, Vir sprang back up to his feet a few paces away.
Are you trying to hit me? Vir goaded. Or was all that just for show?
You dare! Ill show you just
Stop, the poleaxe wielder said, regarding Vir with a curious expression. So youre the real deal, then?
You finally believe me?
Warriors of the Ash are rare. Youll have to forgive us for doubting someone as young as yourself. Especially lacking a badge as you are.
Well, now that Ive proven myself Vir said, hoping he might end the duel early. As much as testing his mettle tempted him, if he could bow out without causing any more of a scene, he intended to do exactly that.
Go all out, the captain ordered, dashing Virs hopes.
Clearly, he had no intention of allowing this fight to end so soon.
Well, I tried.
Vir might not have known what spells the guards were about to cast, but the rapid accumulation of Fire and Shadow prana in their tattoos told him they were about to cast something, and that information was invaluable on its own.
Prana Current sped up, condensing the layer of Prana Armor against Virs skin, though it wasnt quite dense enough to be visible.
While he didnt think their spells would break his barrier, to be safe, Vir Blinked just as the spells activated, dodging
Nothing?
Both guards' tattoos flared, then vanished, expelling their prana, which dissipated into the air.
Huh?
Darshs eyes flew wide while Vir barely suppressed a sigh. This was not how he envisioned his first day going. But what was he to do? Allow Darsh and Hetal to get beat up at the hands of these despots?
Then again, he wasnt ready to take on the entire clan. Not nearly. Not yet.
I just beat down three of your guards. What makes you think you can force me to comply? Vir said, stalling for time.Stop now before you embarrass yourself any further.
Using Dance to slip away wasnt an option, but he should be able to lose them if he activated Haste and Leaped away. He still had plenty of prana left in his body after that fight. Enough where he was confident in his ability to outlast any pursuers. Especially since they didnt have the benefit of an internal prana reserve.
If you fight us, or if you escape, well we may just have to vent our misgivings on those two kids!?
Vir had heard enough. He picked up Darsh and Hetal, one under each arm, and crouched, ready to Leap.
He figured theyd threaten the kids, using them as blackmail. Against most demons, that mightve been an effective tactic. Against Vir? It was woefully insufficient; he just had to take them with him.
Prana surged into Vir legs, but just before he activated the ability, a voice shouted out.
What in the name of Adinat are you doing in my city!
There was an aura to that voice that made Vir stop in his tracks.
He turned. A white-haired elderly woman stormed into the square, her hands on her hips. And she looked angry.
Though her body was withered and frail, her presence nearly matched Cirayus. She wore a red silk skirt that fell to her sandals and a matching red top with gold embroidery.
Her clothing screamed priest to Vir.
Nothing, maam, the guard captain said immediately, snapping to attention. Just taking care of a troublemaker
You lit the plaza on fire, you oaf!
He is of the Ash! We had to test him!
By threatening these children? Oh, believe me, Ive seen enough. If you hurt one hair on their heads, Ill have yours on a platter. Understood?
Y-yes, maam. Of course. We just
Shut up. And get out of my sight.
The captain stared at her blankly.
Today! she roared, spittle flying onto the captains face.
Shocked into action, the guards picked up their fallen comrades and hightailed it out of the plaza in a feat of extreme competency. Vir wondered how hard his fight mightve been if only theyd as well as they ran.
Thanks, maam Vir started, but was cut off.
You! she said, pointing at Vir. You come with me.
Though there was no prana or chakra in her words, Vir felt like disobeying her would be the worst decision he could ever make.
Nonetheless, he wasnt about to follow some unknown woman.
Who are you? he asked, standing defiantly.
The woman cracked a smile, though there was no mirth in her eyes, making her look almost sadistic. They call me Greesha.
Vir paled.
And you, young lad,are in a lot of trouble.
Oh, grak.
