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Torrent snort as he sensed his companion's gaze falling on the trolls bound in chains. Torrent turn his head back as if asking for the permission to charge. Tarnished lean in as he kept sitting on torrent's back and pat Torrent's neck with a gentle touch and said, "you know me too well, old friend". And he sat up straight and rose his hand to the scabbard of his sword, but he forgot his sword was broken in the battle with Adula, as his hand grabbed nothing-ness where should have been the handle of his sword, Tarnished had a sudden realization of why his scabbard was empty. He sighed and reached toward a spare sword he always kept on Torrent's back but that sword was also not in such a good shape as its blade was chipped and a bit rusted, it is not looking good at all, this sword can break at any moment, and going in battle without a proper battle is not ideal. But not for someone who have fought and died and revived and fought again for years. This might not even be a proper warm up for Tarnished. With a fist flex he held on the sword tight and said, "Well look at this, day isn't going to go easy on us today, huh?". Torrent jumped a little and neighed to show his excitement, more than excitement it was a gesture to show tarnished that torrent believes he can pull it off and trust him enough to ride in battle on handicapped. Tarnished pat his neck and said, "shall we get over with this... friend?"
Torrent jumps and start galloping at a speed surpassing winds, a single.. mere.. swift second, that was all the time torrent needed to enter the lines of enemies. As Torrent closed in to Kaiden mercenary in rear, Tarnished jump from Torrent's back and stab him straight down in his abdomen, piercing his all vital organs at once and took him down of his mount. An instant kill, Kaiden's mount ran away as soon as its owner died. Before anyone in Caravan have seen what happened, one if the Kaiden mercenary was already dead, his body lay on ground with a rusty, worn out sword impaled in his abdomen. Blood starts to splatter out, those who saw what happened and realize they had been attacks, took the fighting stance as priests blow the huge trumpet which was used to alert all nearby troops at once. The Foot Soldiers start to attack and Tarnished, now without any weapon dodge, side step with eerie calmness on his face. Just then the Knight in the Caravan swung his Zweihänder at Tarnished from behind which he was able roll out of, Zweihänder's impact was heavy on ground, and just as Tarnished regained his ground after the roll dodge, he saw second Kaiden mercenary galloping toward him with his spear, Tarnished saw knight also re-attempting to strike him with his great-sword, Tarnished with a swift motion grab the handle of his rusted sword which was still stuck inside the abdomen of dead body of first Kaiden mercenary. Sword was old so it was struck, he was a second late to execute his original plan to counter double attacks, with a slight tense expression for a moment, he brute fore the sword through the body of dead Kaiden and butcher him in half in one upward motion but didn't top there and with same upward motion, he swung the sword in an upward arc of dominance and cut off knight's both hands from mid forearms and grab Zweihänder mid air and swung it fast and hard in horizontal motion, cleaving the Incoming Kaiden in half from his chest down. Kaiden's spear which was already posing to strike, Tarnished grabbed that spear mid air and run it down the knight's body from chest to out from back.
The mount of second Kaiden can be seen running away with its owner's lower body sitting on it and upper body dropped in ground. The foot soldiers gave a hard war-cry and ran in to attack Tarnished at once. They only had one real advantage on Tarnished, that they were 60x in numbers from him. But such a advantage was not applicable on a enemy who battles day and night with demi-gods. Their fate is one, "Destinèd death approacheth". None shall live to tell tale, none shall escape to think. 50 foot soldiers and 15 priests, all were butchered in mere seconds. Heads rolled one after another, Limbs fall one by one, Blood danced with the blade of Zweihänder and spear, The carnage was at the level that it was looking as if the sky itself was crying red. Last to remain was a single priest, weak, cowering in fear.. bowing down for mercy, he looked up in fear and saw a silhouette of a man with spear on his back and Zweihänder on his grip, this is the man who still have a face so serene that he seems like a stone, yet his aura seems to paralyze the priest's very blood. The priest scrambled backward, robes snagging on blood-slicked grass. His trembling hands fumbled for a holy symbol that wasn't there – only shattered bone and the stink of voided bowels. "M-mercy! I serve the Order! I-". Tarnished said in monotone, "Show mercy, to get mercy"
Tarnished's boot came down not with rage, but with the grim finality of a decision. But surprisingly, Tarnished's expressions didn't even changed, he look towards the twin trolls with empty eyes and roll his eyes toward the Carriage as his eyes follow the heavy chain running from their body to carriage's front. He walks and climb carriage and break the bolt holding on the chains. As his sword strike those chains, the chains fell apart, freeing the trolls in process. Tarnished have shown them what he can not have.. freedom. The freedom from his fate, but not for those poor souls, they have not earned their freedom but someone have gifted it to them. But one can bend the fate, not break it, for those who try to cut fate.. die trying. Even when chains were free, what tarnished witnessed was not how he thought of this page to turn. The trolls remain sitting there, like a hill keeps overlooking the waves of void. Tarnished walk infront of them and saw only one thing.... nothing. Their eyes tell no tales. This is just a walking living carcass of once what would have been a life of its own soul, of its own thoughts. Such is the fate of those stripped from their ambitions, nor they exist, nor they disappear, they just keep drifting in the void of existence as if a rock in space devoid of gravity. Never shall they find destination, Never shall they end, for their suffering is eternal.
Tarnished raises his Zweihänder, and cut them both down in multiple slashes like a butcher. His expression darker than ever as he said, "'Kill,' is nigh. For those ignored by existence, rest ye..... For your lord.... remaineth weak".
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