17 The Elite Bullies- II

I laid down on the dusty road and as I faced towards the ground.

I rolled and crept out from the rubble to the street after I crashed against the horse cart.

I tried to move my arms but there was this excruciating pain, whenever I tried to move them. I still haven't stabilized my breathing and my stomach still hurts.

I tried to get up from the ground, but it was very difficult with my arms broken. Thankfully, my dominant arm was a bit more functional, although it was fractured. I can use it for the time being. Whereas, the other hand was out of commission.

I used my right arm, although it hurts like hell, and used my face as support to lift my body off the ground. Never I had thought after a welcome party I would have to eat the street dust.

I guess Rose's worries were true. We were treated like garbage, even a stray dog gets a better treatment than this. But if I don't change this fact, Armin and Rose would be the next to suffer in the future. For their sake, I need to make a stand.

I managed to lift my body and I sat on my knees, somehow. Then one of the guys started to approach in my direction.

"Alright! Let me have one crack at him as well", he said as he rubbed his hands.

Well, it was none other than that black-haired guy from before. He was itching from the start to beat the shit out of me. Guess it was his time to shine.

I sat on my knees and my body felt pretty heavy. I had a hard time even keeping my eyes open. He approached me with an evil grin. He was pretty excited to beat a helpless injured guy. The elite's soldiers were nothing but spineless bastards who suck on their families riches.

If he were to stand in a real battle, I am sure he will shit himself. A mighty proclaimed noble elite soldiers pissing himself! What a scene to behold!

Suddenly a smile surfaced in my face, by just imagining that scene.

"The hell you laughing at?", he said, and then turned back to the bitch who sat on one of the crates playing with her fingernails. She and the rest of the boys watched us from a distance.

She was busy scrubbing her fingernails as if she had no worries in this world.

"I think your kick might have damaged his brain too. Haha!", said the black-haired guy to the bitch as he laughed at his own statement.

What a moron! Laughing on your own jokes, that's so pathetic!

The bitch didn't even glanced at him and continued to do her business.

He suddenly loosened his shoulder, being ignored by her might seem to have put him in a slump. What a sorry excuse for a soldier! He was really acting like a sad dog that was being neglected by its owner.

One of the boys from her group joined in,

"Beat some sense in that dim-wit",

"Ralph! Put him in his place, show what the real elites are capable of."

I guess they were trying to cheer him up. At least they had some decency for a fellow comrade.

Although, the blonde hair dude, the pretty-faced one, seemed quiet.

I thought he would be more active than the rest, as per his behavior in the meeting room back than.

The black-haired dude in front of me was named Ralph, as per the cheering of one of his comrades.

"Alright! I am a really in a bad mood today for some reason. Please help me out to relieve my stress! By being my punching bag! Hahaha!", he said in a mocking tone as he laughed while being intimidating.

With this type of lame dialogues and third-grade acting, he can't even succeed to threaten a stray cat. He was just an idiotic fool, with loads of attitude in his brain. Why was he even a soldier?

"What a sorry excuse, you are for a soldier.", I said, tauntingly.

I was having a hard time breathing, so even to muster some strength to speak I had to sustain some pain. Well making him realize he's worth, that was equal to a trash can, then it was worth it.

He became furious,

"What did you just say! You little swine-"

"Well if I were in your shoes, I would be angry too.", I looked him in the eye, "That bitch doesn't even care about your sorry ass! And you still follow for her like a little puppy. How does it feel to be treated like garbage?", I said with a smile.

My actual facial expression was a mess even if I can't see my face, I can tell it. But I still forced myself to smile at the face of the enemy. For some reason instead of feeling fear, I was feeling very relaxed over the pathetic situation of Ralph, the slave dog.

"That's it you are dead!", he yelled, "Myigar, release both gauntlets at 20%.", suddenly a grin appeared in his face, "Well, you survived 10% easily, so let's speed this up a notch, shall we?."

The sleeve under his shirt started to glow a dim green color. So he also had enchanted gauntlet's as well. Does everyone in the elite's posses, enchanted equipment? The fuck?

And now he had raised it to 20% and has activated both his gauntlets at the same time. This might get a little much rougher than I thought!