Chapter 18: Filled with despair
Hex pulled his sword from his last kill.
After a long and arduous battle they managed to kill all the wolves. The floor and walls were covered in gore.
He was the only Squire still on his feet. As the end neared and the youngsters realized that they would survive, they started to fall on the floor. They lay there groaning in pain.
It wasn't that Hex didn't feel tired. His arms were worn out and it even stung to hold on to the hilt of the sword. Hex remained on his feet because he was the last one to drink a potion.
"It's hard to imagine that you became a Blessed just last week," Allie said suddenly. She was leaning against the corpse of a wolf.
Hex shrugged and pulled his dagger. Looting corpses had been a part of his life even before he became a Squire. He could do it quickly and with minimal effort.
Allie sighed at his ability to continue after having experienced such an arduous battle. She couldn't help feeling dejected at the thought that she was being overtaken by the guy they all thought would die in the slums.
Immediately after pulling the crystal out, he placed it in his pouch. The Knights were still arguing about the division of the loot. All the Squires were unable to move.
'I can't pocket too many, but every crystal counts. I am loving the bearhanded sword knight more and more. Without his technique I would be on the floor with the others.'
Only after he had finished looting the second wolf did the Knights reach a consensus.
"It's almost dusk. None of us want to remain in the mountains at night. You guys have half an hour to loot as much as you can. But remember, no fights."