Chapter 2 - Ignoto The Fierce Lycan
Rumble!
The
thatched house began to gradually crumble as the quaking became fiercer. By
now, over 12 crusaders were gathered with fixated eyes and trembling hands
facing the fearful abode.
“What
manner of sorcery is causing that quaking? Is this another one of the witch's
attempts to distract us?”
The
curious crusaders soon found out the origin of the terrifying tremors. After
the last bit of wood that supported the ceiling collapsed, a dreadful creature
emerged out of the rubble covered in midnight furs bristled as an agitated dog;
sporting bloodthirsty eyes; disproportionate muscularity and razor-sharp claws
complementary to its elongated fangs that could tear through a willow tree like
butter.
“ROOOAAAAR!”
This malignant 15-foot tall beast released a mighty howl that spooked not only
the crusaders who were in the vicinity but also the residents who were hiding
indoors along with their restless steeds.
“Holy
mother of joseph! It’s a werewolf!” Shouted a scared crusader who was clinging
tightly to the hilt of his blessed sword.
“That
is a monster created by the witches' abominable curse!” Said Commander
Dreylude, staring intensely at the humungous creature.
Another
devotee voiced his opinion, “I’ve heard of this Lycanthropy curse back at
Verbeck, but this is my first time seeing a werewolf up close.”
“Commander
Dreylude! How can this creature transform in the middle of the day? I thought
that the curse could only activate on the night of the full moon.”
With
his brows furrowed in anger, Commander Dreylude assumed, “Obviously that is a
lie postulated by those accursed witches. This monster before us is proof
enough of their treachery! Well, what are you men standing around for? Go and cleave that beast apart with your blessed
swords! Your blades are coated with Blessed Silver! That is the creature’s
bane!” His gallant war cry aroused the crusaders’ battle spirit. Many of them
began shouting fiercely--
“Kill
it!”
“Kill
it!”
“Kill
it!”
While
the majority of the crusaders were busy trying their hardest to subdue the
monstrous werewolf, the witch who had fallen in the mud pit, burnt away the
rope from her leg and started flying away again. Looking back at the werewolf
she shouted, “Hold them off as long as you can, Ignoto! I’m sorry.” She looked
remorseful after saying this.
“HOWL!”
The beasts roared in response to her command.
The
witch’s swift ascent was too obtrusive for the ground troops not to have
noticed.
“The
witch is escaping! Stop her!”
The
crusaders stationed on the rooftops fired their arrows at the flying witch but
they all missed their target by a hairsbreadth.
“Dammit,
she’s getting away!” This generated great turmoil among the pursuing troops.
They automatically assumed that everyone living in that particular residential
district was guilty of harbouring a witch along with a cursed creature so they
started slaughtering them indiscriminately.
Commander
Dreylude wasn’t pleased with the flying witch escaping. Hence he got on horseback
and commanded a squadron of riders to follow him. “We’re chasing after that
damn witch! The rest of you put down that man-wolf and wipe this city clean of
unholy influence!”
“You
can count on us, Commander Dreylude! This stinking dog won’t last very long
against us!” The crusaders who were currently engaged in gruesome combat with
the werewolf were having their fair share of casualties, however, due to their
numbers and versatile weaponry, they were gradually wearing down the werewolf
by dealing a considerable amount of damage.
“Keep
it up, crusaders! The Blessed Silver is doing its job! All that unholy beast
needs right now is a stab through the heart to finish him off!”
“Howl!
Filthy Crusaders!” The werewolf wasn’t going to go down that easily. It pulled
out a few blooded arrows that were stuck in its limbs, moreover, bit off the
arm of an unlucky devotee. Afterwards, it jumped onto the rooftop and began
chasing after the squadron that was leaving the city by horseback.
“Huh!”
Hearing unusually loud thudding noises creeping up behind him, a man who was
riding horseback glanced behind him and spotted the werewolf hopping from
rooftop to rooftop.
“Commander
Dreylude, I think that monster is chasing after us. It probably doesn’t want us
to catch up with the witch.”
“What?”
Commander Dreylude noticed the werewolf's presence and commanded his steed to
go faster. “Full speed ahead! We’re not stopping for anything until we’ve
caught up with that damn witch! Yaw! Yaw!”
The
horseback riders sped up their steeds, however, the crusader at the rear of the
gang wasn’t so lucky. He was wildly pounced on by the werewolf. Both he and his
horse got ripped apart limb from limb. It was a brutal display of
dismemberment, one that most of the crusaders couldn’t bear to stomach.
“Get
that demonic Shapeshifter!”
“Avenge
our fallen comrades!”
The
angry crusaders penetrated the werewolf with multiple silver-tip arrows which
wounded it beyond its fatal limitations. Together with their lust for
vengeance, they cut open the beast’s chest and pulled out its beating heart.
The heart was so heavy that it required extra pair of hands to toss it into the
pyre along with the rest of its corpse after they sliced it into smaller pieces
for easier transport.
“Burn
to ash you monster!”
“Go
back to hell where you came from!”
“I
honour my pledge to wipe all manner of abomination from the land of Astasia!”
“Burn!
Burn! Burn!”
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