Tyson took a stance and faced his foes." Look brat, I don't feel good fig...," began the mage when Tyson dashed in and punched her face.
She flew in the air and landed a few paces away. Tyson then span and kicked the warrior but he blocked it and grabbed his leg. The swordsman saw his chance and tried to attack but TJ was not going to let him as he struck. He bit at the swordsman's arm and held him off long enough for Tyson to punch him. The swordsman blocked but he was still sent flying. The warrior got angry and lifted Tyson into the air. He slammed him into the ground over and over for ten times then threw him into the barrier. Tyson's bones were broken beginning with his spine. The saint ran to his aid but Tyson jumped out of the barrier before she could react. He stood as his bones reshaped each other and he faced his foes like an undead. The swordsman grimaced at the chance of fighting a supernatural being." Might u be a spirit warrior?" The swordsman askedas he approached," Or a beastman or maybe, are you a vampire?"
" Your not far off but still wrong. Win and I will tell you," Tyson said confidently.
" I will take you up on that," said the swordsman as he took a stance.
The warrior went to check up on the mage who was pissed beyond belief. She raised her staff and began chanting a wide area destruction spell. The swordsman charged at Tyson who dodged the first strike. The swordsman changed the direction of his attack mid swing and chopped off Tyson's arm. The he proceeded to chop off the the other to incompacitate him. His right leg followed and he could hear the saint calling out to him. Tyson looked ahead and saw the warrior had pinned down TJ. The swordsman was disappointed at the performance our hero had done and scoffed at him. The mage announced she was ready and ordered the swordsman to move. The swordsman said his goodbyes and jumped out of the way to reveal a giant red magic circle with an energy ball increasing in size in front of it.
It was a spell know as ' Red Death'. It drains a lot of the caster's mana in exchange for massive destructive power. The village was behind Tyson so he took it head on. He smiled and shouted," BRING IT ON!"
The mage said," Gladly."
The mage released her attack and it was a direct hit, or so we thought. A red blue flew past the villagers and entered the Frey. The energy ball blew up on impact and it grew to a size similar to a small nuclear bomb. Once the attack diminished and the smoke started to clear, a massive crater was seen. The dust settled to reveal a shocking sight. Half of Tyson's body was disintegrated and only his legs remained; but that was not the shocking thing. A red sword was stuck in the ground in front of Tyson." Is that?" Maverick began.
" Oh no, he's dead," said saint Monica.
" Don't count him out just yet," said Maverick as he looked longingly at the battlefield.
The saint looked at him then at the battlefield. The three adventurers smirked and celebrated their job well done. They called to the merchant but realized he was killed in the attack. This was a let down, especially to the swordsman who said," Well this sucks. And I still don't know what the fuck he was."
The warrior finally let go of TJ who ran to Tyson and stood in front of the blade in the ground and growled at the three." Poor thing, he doesn't know he's master is dead already," said the mage.
" Maybe we should put it out of it's misery," suggested the warrior.
" Do whatever, I don't care anymore," said the swordsman.
Unaware to them as the sword glew a crimson color. It radiated an ominous Ted mist that covered the two completely. After a while, mist revealed a silhouette which hid our hero brandishing the sword. He stood their in an odd stance and a smirk playing on his face." Is that all you've got. I'm quite disappointed," said Tyson.
The swordswoman grinned with a red bulge on his forehead." So he's still alive," said the swordsman.
" I guess I should stop with the games," said Tyson not acting like his normal self.
He raised his hand which had long claws and red must tentacles came from the ground and struck the mage of the group. The tentacles attached themselves to her arm to form handcuffs." Those are mana draining chains. I dare you to remove them," said Tyson as he cackled.
The warrior went for a wild charge which was something Tyson was waiting for because he actobatically avoided the attack and slit the guy's throat. He landed behind him with a sigh.
The sight was gruesome to the villagers but they were happy to be saved. The warrior's throat erupted like a volcano as his blood flew out, incidentally making the saint vomit. Tyson faced the swordsman who was on edge now. He dared the man to attack but he hesitated. Tyson got bored and charged at him. The swordswoman was now on the defensive as Tyson's onslaught of attacks gave him no free space to counter. Tyson was like a beast off it's hinges. The swordswoman was practically screaming as the creature before him looked like it was ready to devour him. Tyson then stopped his attack and looked at him with a satisfied expression. The swordswoman looked at him, then at the villagers who had a look of horror to them. The mage called out to him," LOOK OUT! BEHIND YOU!"
The swordswoman looked behind him to see a large phantom wolf the size of a carriage standing there with it's jaws barred and he was already in its mouth." You beat me," he said in surrender as TJ devoured him.
Tyson walked over to the mage who was now begging for mercy from him but her pleas fell on deaf ears as he simply pushed his sword through her chest. Stabbing her heart. Once all was set in stone, he fell done in exhaustion.
When he finally woke up, he was tied up in a carriage with saint Monica at his side and a bunch of hefty men in front of them. The air was cool as if it was snowing." Where am I? What's going on?" Tyson asked in a shocked manner.
" Your finally awake, were being transported to some noble who is planning to buy us. We need to escape," said the saint.
" Good luck with that saint Monica. Do u even know who ordered for this?" Asked the driver.
" Who? My sister saint Aria?" Monica asked.
The man cackled maniacally an said," It was your own father, the HIGH PRIEST."