Chapter 25 Merciless
Rohan dropped his sword and pushed his hands on the satyrs chest and activated Fire Infusion. He could see the satyrs skin boil and burn as it melted away, it screamed for half a second before the air in his lungs had burned out of it. It died quickly, but not soon enough.
The second satyr had gotten behind Rohan and threw him in the air.
'SHIT' was Rohan only thought as he braced himself for the landing.
He smashed hard on the pavement away from the rest of the team. Feeling dizzy, he tried to get back up.
The satyr was already on him before he could get up. Rohan felt the satyr shoulder bash him in his side. He was pushed back even more as he heard Britta or Fiora shout something. He couldn't understand what they were saying. His head was hurting too much.
This time he rolled on the ground twice and jumped up quickly. He didn't stay in the same spot but moved quickly to get out of the satyrs way.
But there were already more of them coming at him. These satyr were much slower, most of them were disabled in some way, missing an eye, leg, arm or being hurt badly.
Rohan pulled his focus away from them as he heard the satyr approach him again. He tried to shake the dizziness off.
Looking behind him he saw the satyr charge him, it was close, almost too close. It jumped at Rohan head first, aiming for Rohan's chest. He dropped himself on the ground, feeling the wind and satyr go over his head as he smelled the sweat of the satyr.
Landing on his back, Rohan quickly got up again and saw the satyr get up as well. Giving it no time Rohan charged at it quickly and grabbed the satyr's head.
He activated his skill again. The satyr tried to grab Rohan's arms but it was too late. It's brain was melting and its eyes popped in a yellow gooey substance. Blood dripped from its nose as it fell down on the ground.
Feeling his stomach turn around he had to fight himself to try and not puke. There were more important problems.
"You good?" Ragnar shouted while he pummeled another satyr. They were taking it easier somehow.
"Yeah I'll manage" Rohan responded. Most of the healthy satyr's that were on the front were either dead or dying.
The slower satyr's moving closer had a burning rage in their eyes, they weren't afraid to walk into their own deaths. All of them had lost part of themselves, physically and mentally.
Rohan walked toward the group, he had lost his sword somewhere before. Blood dripping from his hand he stood next to the first satyr. It tried to attack him but was too slow, it looked ugly missing an arm and part of its head. Rohan put his hand on its throat and activated Fire Infusion.
He heard gurgling sounds as the satyr dropped lifeless to the ground.
'I have no choice huh, they don't give up' He walked to the next satyr who tried to bite at his arm.
Rohan put his hand on the head of the satyr. It felt on the ground within a few seconds. The smell was horrifying. He kept his skill activated constantly, burning all the remains of his hands as he moved to the next satyr.
They all tried to bite, slash, stomp, push, shove or whatever they could. But none of them would succeed in the condition they were in. Rohan killed them all mercilessly. He left a trail of blood and dead satyr's.
' '
His mind was like a serene lake, no emotion or thought visible, just moving to the next victim.
The rest of the team were all done fighting and stared at Rohan. He kept going to the next satyr, until none were left. It took him minutes, and by the time he was done the ground was all covered.
He finally looked back at the rest of the team and saw Ragnar approach.
"You good bro? Looking kinda scary" he asked
Rohan didn't have an answer and looked silently at Ragnar. All his clothes were covered in gooey blood and his hands were still dripping with deep dark red blood.
"I'm not feeling anything, isn't that weird?" He asked him sadly.
Ragnar looked at him and saw sadness in his eyes.
"Yes, but all of us have that, so don't worry about it bro." He extended his hand to get Rohan up.
It made him feel better, but a gnawing feeling was left in his stomach. The smell wasn't getting any better either.
They joined back with the team, Fiora handed Rohan his sword. She had picked it up for him.
"Take it easy, we aren't back yet."
"Everyone looks physically fine, so let's move. We cross the bridge and then we look for a place to crash." Britta took the lead. Everyone on the team was fine. Only Britta and Ragnar had some minor wounds that were quickly patched up by Leslie.
Rohan was surprised to see that Leslie could do quick first-aid work. But he should have expected it from someone who liked to hike.
"Wait up, look there" Jan called out as he pointed at the place were Rohan slaughtered the horde of disabled satyr's
Waves were rippling through the pool of blood; it quickly turned into bubbling and pulsing. It started to swirl in the middle, slowly expanding outwards. The vortex expanded more and more outward and started covering the bodies, until all off them were no longer visible.
Then with a sudden increase all the blood retracted into the center. Leaving only hollow husks of skin, bones and horns behind.
Rohan looked at Britta.
"Ragnar stay on the right Rohan you go up front."
He nodded as he slowly moved forward. The ground was devoid of any blood, all the previous spots were gone.
Moving through the empty bodies, Rohan saw a deep dark blood red crystal core at the center of the vortex that had disappeared.