Chapter 125:I Just Love This Feeling Of Despair
Kael stood in the middle of the training yard, the cold wind biting at his skin, but the warmth of the fight kept his blood boiling. The soldiers around him hesitated, their hands gripping weapons, sweat dripping despite the freezing temperature. Berat lay in the snow, groaning, his shoulder twisted unnaturally from Kael’s "healing" session.
Kael stretched his arms with a grin. "Come on, you bastards. You were all talking big just a moment ago! Where’s all that confidence now?" His voice carried over the yard, filled with mockery and amusement. His wild, unhinged smile made even the hardened mercenaries flinch. "Or do you need me to break a few more bones before you find your balls?"
Some of the Northern soldiers chuckled, entertained by Kael’s antics, while the Sparves soldiers were dead silent, eyes darting between Kael and Berat’s crumpled form.
A few mercenaries exchanged uneasy glances, but one finally stepped forward—a towering brute with a scar running down his cheek.
"You think you’re something special, huh?" the man sneered, gripping his axe. "You’re just a cocky brat with a big mouth!"
Kael tilted his head, his grin widening. "Oh? And you’re the dumbass who thinks he’s a badass? Let’s fix that delusion, shall we?"
With a blur of movement, Kael lunged. The brute barely had time to swing his axe before Kael ducked under it, his fist crashing into the man’s ribs with a sickening crack. The mercenary staggered back, wheezing, but Kael didn’t stop. He kicked the man’s knee, forcing him to drop to one leg, then grabbed his head and slammed it into the frozen ground.
"Fuck!" someone in the crowd gasped as the brute’s body twitched. Kael stepped back, dusting off his hands, his face twisting into an exaggerated frown. "Damn, I was hoping for a challenge. That was just sad."
A murmur spread through the soldiers. Some were excited, others horrified. No one had expected Kael to be this brutal, this unhinged.