Chapter 85: Knightgun
Since times immemorial, humans have separated themselves into two herds, the strong and the weak. And trust me when I say this, there is no gray zone when it comes to strength and weakness. It’s either white or black, always has been, always will ever be.
In ancient societies, brute strength reigned supreme. The bigger, the stronger, and the meaner were revered as chieftains and champions from even before the Neolithic era all the way across the early bronze ages. They formed the upper warrior castes of primitive societies and controlled those who were weak, pushing the service roles on them.
Society evolved, however, and strength took many different forms such as wealth, magic, or faith. Those who had strength still trampled over those who lacked it but even with how far strength evolved, the primitive forms of strength were nothing to scoff at.
Facing this force of nature with the feeble body of an average female, the three young ladies were at a total loss for words, actions, and ideas. One man stood over the trio, throwing one to the ground, cornering one down, and holding the blade of the last with his bare hands.
Igor was more than just a brute, he was an aura knight, a Silver-ranked Knight as we gathered from how a silvery aura layer was condensed around his skin.
"We need to run!" I couldn’t help but blurt, out of my mind, out of my league.
"Run? From who? Me?"
His arrogant question sparked an interesting point. No matter where we run, where we hide, even if we run in different directions, there is no way we can do anything against that hulk of a man. No feminist spirit, no power of friendship, no plot armor can save us... or maybe a little bit of the latter, that would really come in handy... any moment now.
But you know what came on handy, his foot.
Yes, that’s right. His foot pressed down on my hand as I was trying to unsheath my cane sword. I could feel my bones creaking... cracking... crocking?
The point is, I was down bad, my left was in a bad condition. So let’s see how the others fared...