My eyes burning with resolve, as fear will only get me killed.
The losts came pouncing on me from all sides, and in a swift movement, i ducked, then quickly pushed forward, stabbing one in the heart and pushing him back.
The other losts weren't just standing there mindlessly, they clawed at my back, furiously, I could even feel some teeths on my shoulder, thankfully the large leather looking jacket wasn't just to fend off cold, but also was a layer of protection.
I quickly removed my dagger from the heart of the lost, as it slumps down before turning to dust.
Another attacked as soon as it's brethren fell.
It lunged at me, mouth, wide open, threads of saliva, visible, it came, directly at my face, and In an instantaneous movement, I slit it's throat.
I didn't stop there, I kicked it forward and turned back with quick speed, and stabbed another in the temple.
I gripped my dagger tightly and pulled it out of It's head, slashing deeply into another losts chest.
'A gun will be great in moments like this'
The thought came and went almost instantly.
One tried grabbing me, I instantly pulled it closer and stabbed in the heart.
Managing to break out of the circle, my chest rising and falling quickly, adrenaline flowing through my veins, I gripped my dagger tightly yet again, my knuckles slowly turning white, as I retook my stance.
They came at me again, but this time I was really ready.
One lunged at me, I ducked, quickly, and immediately sprung back up directing my dagger to its heart, and successfully killing it.
Another lunged from the side, I held it's hand and redirected it's momentum, throwing it at the crowd of losts.
Many fell, and the others came slower now.
One lunged at me, I dodged with a sidestep.
Another ran forward, clawing the air furiously.
I leaned, right, left, down than in a flash, a stab to the chest.
My resolve, slowly turning to anger.
"You abyss monsters have been annoying enough!!!, you're never going to be able to kill me!!!, you hear me, NEVER!!!"
Enraged, I attacked reckless yet precise,
A claw met my face, dyeing my right eye red, the lost responsible was quickly taken care of.
With adrenaline and rage burning in me, pains were ignoreable.
One came, I slashed.
Another came, I stabbed.
I lunged at one, stabbing it multiple times in the chest.
Another, clawed my back, ripping my jacket.
I took off the jacket and threw it at it, blinding it, I swiftly took the opportunity and stabbed it in the heart.
Another came trying to tackle me, I moved slightly to the right, and caught it's neck, pulled it up, and stabbed it's chest.
My eyes darted around the losts, analysing.
One came, slit throat, stab in the chest.
Another followed, lean, punch, stab in the chest.
Another came forward, lean to the left, stab in the stomach and drag to the chest.
Another came after, pull closer, stab in the chest.
Another sprinted forward, punch to the face, stab in the chest.
Suddenly felt one biting my leg.
"YOU FUCKERS AND ATTACKING MY LEG!!!"
With insane fury, I stabbed it's temple with a crushing strength.
Another, clawed across my face, wetting my face with my own blood.
•••
Kaldareth's pov
Eleven minutes ago
I saw a good looking broad sword in the hands of a skeleton, probably was a warrior, who ever it was, died in an heroic pose.
Holding the sword as support, one knee to the ground, the other, half bent.
Got closer to touch the sword.
Suddenly everywhere began shaking.
Touches around the colosseum flickered to life, it's flames ghostly blue.
Something rising from the platform above.
Slowly the distance between us began to stretch.
"Kald...!!!"
Morvain seem to scream out, but his voice wasn't clear.
As suddenly everywhere went dark, and still.
Then a voice came, bearing no emotions in it.
"Welcome to my arena, challengers, as you already know, whoever manages to break the record, wins. Escape is futile and will be punishable by death, let us begin."
Then a large board with lights in it, displayed it's content.
Names of ten warriors, that had slain a large amount of losts and abominations.
"Those warriors must have been really strong, to kill an amount that would have taken some people's entire lives"
"Hmm the last three seems doable... I could try reaching it... Yeah I could!, with much effort though"
The voice came again
"First wave, fifty losts, begin!!!"
As soon as those words came out, multiple losts lunged out of the darkness and came sprinting at me.
A wide grin came on my face, I was ready for the action.
I dropped my bag and pulled out my double broad sword.
"I don't need to activate my trait for weaklings like losts!!.
"[Great sword technique: Spiraling blade!!!]"
I began spinning, furiously fast, like a spiraling windstorm.
Cleaved all losts that came close in half.
They hesitated, probably frightened.
"Ahh, not so mindless urh"
I stopped for a second then lunged at the losts.
"[Great sword technique: Mad blades!!!]"
I swung my swords in massive arcs, cleaving multiple losts at ones.
I didn't stop, I continued, swinging in, strong and unpredictable patterns.
"YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!"
I grinned from ear to ear, relieving my worries and enjoying the freedom.
Freedom, of not thinking logically, freedom to fight as much as I want.
And before I realised it, they were all dead.
Though some were still alive, they were on the ground, cleaved in half.
"When is the next one?".
(A/N: Hey 👋 villain maker here, I hope you liked the chapter, I had some free time today so I decided to quickly whip this up, a chapter just for the action.)