"What are you even talking about? Shut him up!" Dunn roared.
One of the two bodyguards bolted forward. A short single-edge sword was his weapon. He unsheathed the short sword with dense killing intention.
But the bodyguard was unsuccessful. Siderius kicked at the pommel, preventing the sword from being withdrew.
"How?!" The kick was so precise that even the bodyguard was surprised.
Before he was able to react, Siderius connected his attack with a second roundhouse kick at the bodyguard’s head. His hard boot slammed at the temple of the man, knocking him out cold in one motion.
The bodyguard slumped to the floor.
Silence took over the inn. The patrons held their breath. Dunn’s henchmen stood in place with their eyes wide open.
Different from the powerful witches, they had never seen another man who got taken out so quickly and so entirely with such ease.
The bartender shouted. "HEY! I SAID FIGHT OUTSIDE!"
The bartender pulled out a crossbow from under the counter. A black crossbow with a large iron bolt.
"Get out now!" The man said one more.
Bas ignored the request of the bartender. He didn’t draw his sword but instead clenched his fists. White light wrapped around his hands like an oversized pair of gloves.
The remaining body guard bolted forward with his sword already drawn. He came up behind Siderius and intended to sneak attack him. Bas was there to intervene. He stepped in between the two of them and delivered a white haymaker to the bodyguard’s face.
The bodyguard kept his cool and slashed at Bas’ glowing fist. But in contrast to his anticipation, his blade broke in two under the pressure of Bas’ fist.
The crisp breaking sound of steel filled the room.
The bodyguard widened his eyes and without any time to respect, Bas continued to barrage the man with a series of flurry fists. The noise of beaten meat echoed through the inn.
"Please. No... Stop." The bodyguard begged for mercy but replying to him was only the manic laughter of Bas.
The other henchmen joined the fight.
Dunn shouted. "KILL THEM!"
Bas’ face turned serious. He stopped playing with the bodyguard and slammed his head on the ground.
Siderius stepped forward, standing side by side with Bas. "We really can’t get away from trouble."
"More fun!." Bas readied his fists.
It was at this time that the Casper Kid pulled out his curved sword. "Allow me, fellas."
The Kid darted into the middle of the crowd. He worked his way through the group like an elegant dancer.
Spinning was usually discouraged in sword fights as it would expose you to the enemy. However, if you were to face multiple opponents, spinning might be necessary to switch between targets.
Siderius knew this very well as he had been cornered by multiple enemies a lot of times. Still, spinning around and switching targets repeatedly drained your stamina very quickly. A normal warrior would not have the fuel to do it for too long. A witch hunter with heightened physical attributes was a different story.
The Casper Kid was an ordinary human. Siderius knew at least that he wasn’t a witch nor his body was modified. But he moved like a witch hunter.
By keeping the curved blade close to the body, the Kid spun the sword along with his movement, making it both a defensive wall and offensive attack at the same time.
The other henchmen had no chances to get inside of his spinning defensive wall and could only try to attack from the outside. But the Casper Kid was quick and he was always on the move.
His blade moved like a thread, invisible and quick. Siderius observed the Kid closely. He analyzed him and was quick to come to a conclusion.
"Damn." Bas exclaimed. "The Kid moves better than me. Is he some sort of witch?"
Siderius shook his head. "Not a Spirit Swordsman as well?"
"Nope. I can’t detect any Willpower from him at all. How can he move that fast?"
"I think I know why." Siderius’ eyes focused on the curved blade of the Kid. "That isn’t an ordinary blade."
"Oh!" Bas squinted his eyes and followed the blade as well. For a seasoned warrior like him, it took him not too long to notice the difference.
The Casper Kid did not kill the henchmen. His blade only left shallow cuts on the body of his enemies. The cuts were mostly on their legs, rendering the henchmen useless without killing them.
The situation got under control and Dunn’s men were greatly outmatched by Siderius’ group. Even the bartender placed his crossbow away.
Buster Cass approached Bas and Siderius. His hand rubbed his forehead, expressing deep concern about the situation. "Well. He has done it again."
The Casper Kid sheathed his curved sword. The other henchmen were groaning on the ground, no longer capable of fighting.
"What are you going to do now, Dunn Longar of the Ivitsio Bank?" Bas laughed.
The Casper Kid’s eyes were still fixated on Dunn without blinking. "Tell us you need to leave."
"Say it. Say it, Dunn. We all want to go home peacefully tonight." Buster called out. The man was a blatant coward but he was also shameless.
Beads of sweat rolled on Dunn’s face. He had now understood Siderius’ warning.
The end of this story would be grave for Dunn. His men fared little in front of the three men.
"I..." Dunn opened his mouth. He wanted to calm things down. The wheel of Fate had already been turned and Dunn no longer had any control over the situation. "I need to leave."
"Have a safe trip then." The Casper Kid tipped his hat.
"And remember to pick up your men also." Buster shouted.
Dunn and his henchmen quickly got away from the inn. The patrons observed the entire situation with great interest. But when Siderius looked around, their eyes diverted away and acted like they didn’t see anything. Thᴇ link to the origɪn of this information rᴇsts ɪn novęlfire.net
His and Bas’ performance had proved that they were no less dangerous than the famous Casper Kid.
"That was some fine moves, Kid." Bas sat down at the table again.
Buster also sat down. Joe from before had disappeared, running away to avoid any trouble.
Siderius joined the men at the table.
"It was nothing to be impressed about actually. I see the way you two move. You are much more dangerous than me." The Casper Kid smiled. This time, his smile was genuine. "The nickname they gave me is nothing but words amongst the commoners. Facing a witch, I would be no different than a baby."
"Shall we continue the game, gentlemen?" Buster said.