Ulaidea touched his face, but Liam flinched, moving his cheek out of her reach. When she made to
touch him again, she was shocked, stuttering, “But I thought you.. I..” he walked further down, not
looking back.
He hated when a woman thought it was okay to make assumptions and throw themselves at him, he
took what he wanted from whom he wanted and he was never in need of females.
Alexa said, in last thought, “He’ll let you know,” She smiled at Ulaidea before she ran up to Liam. “
Alexa, you know how Asguardian woman is.”
“It was funny,” She shrugged, “It's what Calub would have said.”
Liam sighed, “True, ready to kill demons?”
She took out her guns, shook her hair out, and smiled as others watched with amazement as it got
thicker and sharpened on the edges, dangling as far as her knees, like razor blades, before she said,
“I’m keeping count this time, you tricked me last month.”
“I didn’t, it was twenty-three.”
They both sped up and started climbing a block of what looked like flats. Alexa in the lead, he climbed
a few blocks behind her, he could hear the demons screaming, the ground trembling.
He took the next climb, turned to see an Elvan child screaming at the bottom, he kicked out his legs
and free fell, front flipping, landing on his feet, stationed to the ground.
He yelled, “Adaula.”
The child obeyed and ran, seconds before the demon’s tail whipped at him, but he had already moved.
Standing behind the demon as the swords fell from the building where Liam had only moments ago
climbed with Alexa. He jumped up, grabbed them both, and crisscrossed the claymore swords around
the demon’s neck, slicing the blades cleanly across. The demon shrivelled.
Liam was already plunging another, the Elvan screaming, which annoyed him immensely to see none
of them jumping to fight. He plunged his hands into two demons hearts and ripped it out. Easily killable,
Gumanta demons, souls who possessed the dead bodies of deceptors. The Elvan were useless.
The gunshots started, and the counting followed as he jumped up taking two small Dragonfiely demons
by their wings, he spun with them and flung them hard against the walls, without even a muscle strain.
He saw a shadow in a green robe, and arrows coming from it, bemused he wasted no time as he
grabbed at one of the arrows that flew past him and spun it across toward another Dragonfiely demon,
which was feeding off an Elvan corpse.
The shadow jumped down landing next to Liam, “Vincent, did you know?” he yelled.
The crossbow never rested and the arrows never ceased, the Caster’s hands moving too fast for the
human eye, but his voice as calm as if he’d just woken up, when he said “I didn’t, I was on a date.”
Liam ran off, toward Alexa, her hair holding three demons captive as she shot at them and stabbed at
another with the other hand, still counting, “thirty-five…. thirty-six…”
Liam joined her and threw his sword into one of the demons. He hadn’t turned to any inner strength,
knowing full well that this was just a small warm-up, test-the-waters theory, and if there were two things
Liam was unbeatable in, it was war and death. Without even breaking a sweat, he took the demons’
lives aware of the outside eyes who watched him. He made their death look as easy as counting
because to him that’s what it was.., easy.
The child obeyed and ran, seconds before the demon’s tail whipped at him, but he had already moved.
Standing behind the demon as the swords fell from the building where Liam had only moments ago
climbed with Alexa. He jumped up, grabbed them both, and crisscrossed the claymore swords around
the demon’s neck, slicing the blades cleanly across. The demon shrivelled.
Liam was already plunging another, the Elvan screaming, which annoyed him immensely to see none
of them jumping to fight. He plunged his hands into two demons hearts and ripped it out. Easily killable,
Gumanta demons, souls who possessed the dead bodies of deceptors. The Elvan were useless.
The gunshots started, and the counting followed as he jumped up taking two small Dragonfiely demons
by their wings, he spun with them and flung them hard against the walls, without even a muscle strain.
He saw a shadow in a green robe, and arrows coming from it, bemused he wasted no time as he
grabbed at one of the arrows that flew past him and spun it across toward another Dragonfiely demon,
which was feeding off an Elvan corpse.
The shadow jumped down landing next to Liam, “Vincent, did you know?” he yelled.
The crossbow never rested and the arrows never ceased, the Caster’s hands moving too fast for the
human eye, but his voice as calm as if he’d just woken up, when he said “I didn't, | was on a date.”
Liam ran off, toward Alexa, her hair holding three demons captive as she shot at them and stabbed at
another with the other hand, still counting, “thirty-five.... thirty-six...”
Liam joined her and threw his sword into one of the demons. He hadn't turned to any inner strength,
knowing full well that this was just a small warm-up, test-the-waters theory, and if there were two things
Liam was unbeatable in, it was war and death. Without even breaking a sweat, he took the demons’
lives aware of the outside eyes who watched him. He made their death look as easy as counting
because to him that’s what it was.., easy.
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