Chapter 322: Battle of life & death (2)
Conrad’s thoughts about the beast dried up as he remembered hearing a rumour about a man who died in a fight against a dragon, saving Evanna and the others; that man then returned days later, risen from the dead with newfound powers. Most began to fear him. It was said that man could shapeshift.
Was this beast Ger?
Conrad jumped back, yanking out his large blade from the Faceless creature, guts splattering as he landed and blocked a blow from another creature, his attention returning to the battleground. He kept a sharp eye on the dragon, though, snorting when said dragon had to be Ger after witnessing his ’dragon fire’.
Blue flames erupted from the beast, but there was more smoke than flame as it barely caught a few Faceless alight. The fire was so small the creatures swiftly put it out, rolling on the floor. Ger growled in annoyance, a snort of puffy smoke blowing from his nostrils.
He had yet to grow his skill in flame-throwing. The beast in his head was too lazy to teach him, mentioning how ’one will not learn through coddling’. That wasn’t coddling! It was a simple request!
Although he might be unable to perish all these creatures by dragon fire, Ger could still squish them and rip their heads off. It wasn’t pretty, but these ugly creatures needed to go. He hoped one might try to get in his head again and awaken the dragon that was currently curled up like a snake in his mind, happily dozing away and ignoring his requests. Maybe then the beast might help him.
The more Ger crushed beneath his claws and ripped apart with his teeth, the more the creatures began to swarm him, aware that he was a threat that could eliminate them swiftly. More and more began to crowd him and try to crawl over him, attacking him.
A low growl rumbled through his scaley chest. He hadn’t killed many before they started their assault. Axel and Ronan were nearby, trying to fend them off, but there were too many, and it wouldn’t be long until they would be killed. Snapping the neck of another and tossing it into three others charging at him, Ger then focused on shifting back into his human form. Unlike before, when it took ages, he had been practising daily to quicken the speed for moments like this.
In seconds, the pain ripped through him, and black spots covered his vision until Ger realised he was falling from a great height. His sword was falling by his side as two Faceless creatures were mid-leap trying to tackle him. Grabbing the sword, Ger mid-air sliced the first one in half in one strike, and the other he decapitated before landing on the ground, fist hitting the ground with a loud thud. Strays of his dark locks from the knot at the back of his head clung to his forehead as dirt puffed up from the impact.