Chapter 54: We Shouldn’t Push our Luck
Raven spread out his wings and zipped out of the building as the flames spread fiercely, burning the structure down rapidly.
As he emerged out into the open, getting some distance from the building before turning around, he took in the sight of a massive purple blaze raging, thick plumes of smoke billowing out of the window as cries of pain rang out from inside.
"You damned bastard!" Suddenly came a voice from his left, as a barrage of ice projectiles came shooting towards him.
Raven swiftly turned across and unleashed a blazing wave of flames from his mouth, melting the projectiles before they could reach him, puffs of steam bursting out as his flames evaporated the ice projectiles.
"Well, I mean, you’re not wrong...technically speaking, I am a bastard. Looks like you managed to get out of the building before you could get roasted to death. Now, let’s see, you’re the First-Class Knight Pelt Opal, is that right? You’re the son of Viscountness Redd Opal, the Noble in charge of this town, who’s been extortionately taxing the townspeople here," Remarked Raven coldly.
"And? What’s wrong with that? Commoners are nothing but trash, any meagre wealth they possess is in much better hands with us," Scoffed Pelt in response.
He was in his late-thirties, with purplish blonde hair that was parted in the middle, light orange eyes, a thick chin beard, a pale complexion, and he was fairly tall with an athletic build.
"You damned Commoner! How...how dare you!? You’ll pay for this, I’ll fucking kill you!" Suddenly came an enraged voice from the entrance of the Knight outpost, as the Vice-Captain appeared with a seething look on his face, several burnt patches over his arms and face.
"Wow, talk about pathetic...you’re a Teleporter, not to mention a Vice-Captain, and you took this long to get out of there? Though, I suppose I should give you some credit for not dying," Scoffed Raven tauntingly, before Shrike let out a furious roar as he drew out and flung several needles towards Raven, who swiftly unleashed a sharp, powerful roar to blow the needles away as they closed in on him, before he sensed Shrike teleporting behind him.
"Die, you lowborn scum!" He snarled as he drew out a dagger and whipped it across at Raven’s back, before his eyes widened in alarm as Raven grabbed his wrist with his tail before the blade could reach him.
Shrike winced in pain as Raven then tightened his grip, constricting his tail sharply, before turning his gaze to the left as Pelt came charging in, forming ice spikes over his knuckles as he shot towards Raven.