Demon

"I already have enough of your kind."

Obviously, Rin hardly heard the demon and drew his sword towards the chest of the tall silhouette. His mind was on high adrenaline as if he had time to listen to a demon.

The sword was about to reach the chest of the demon, but it was blocked by a slick Katana. The end of the blade almost reaching for his chin.

"Rest it, human," the demon said, and then threw him off like an adult playing with a child.

Rin hopped back a few metres, but he balanced himself well to not fall to the ground. Now Rin - could see the demon clearly.

The person or demon had pale blue skin with a tint of silvery sheen to it. He looked humane other than the skin and the two horns on the forehead—one of them was a finger long, while the other was half of its length.

Purple hair swaying along with the soft wind was making it a convincing case as well. The other features were almost like a human, with some unique alterations, such as a pair of purple-pupil eyes, a sharp nose and a mouth with canine-like sharp teeth.

If not for the horn, unique elements, and pale blue skin, there would have been no distinction between the demon and human; not to count on that handsome countenance, yet so alien with those distinctive features.

"I have already come across a few of your kind who attack without considering for a second," the figure with pale blue skin said. "And you call us demons?"

Rin tilted his head. "So you are a demon or not?" he asked.

"I'm a Shivarian, human," the tall person with horns said.

Rin tilted his head, arching an eyebrow as if that didn't asnwer his question. The Shivarian didn't seem to understand the human gesture as he stood there glowering at Rin.

"Is Shivarian a demon race or not? Rin asked. That name did ring a bell in his head, however.

"Watch your back, human," the shivarian said instead. "Just don't show me your face again. I won't be lenient with you next time."

Rin snorted. "Do I look like a person to you that would fear your hollow threat?"

The Shivarian looked back at him and said, "You should."

The pale blue skinned Shivarian collected the blade into the sheath on his back and wandered off, choosing a direction.

Rin thought for a moment and followed the tall alien without hiding his track. Like his tall stature, the shivarian took large strides as he moved. However, only after half a minute did he find out that a human was still following, looking as if he didn't care about his presence or his words.

"What did I say, human?" the alien asked, not looking back.

"I didn't know Shivarian to have a short memory span," Rin asked, still walking. His curious eyes examine the other individual from the corner of his eyes.

Shivarian—an odd race that he heard of in Avalon, but never encountered. They were legends in the game. He only got titbits about them in the game. It was a race that seemed to have fought in some great war, lost, and seemed to have left Avalon, in their shame, and whatever he was not sure.

But the point is that Shivarian is a race that lived in war, and grew in war. Imagine Elves, but with demonic vibes. They were supposed to be as intelligent as humans, and from the look Rin got, this one looked similarly sentient too.

As for why Rin was after this fellow, he just wanted to know how much of the lore they were pulling from Avalon.

The Shivarian gave him an incredulous look, touching the hilt of his long blade.

"That's a nice thing you got there," Rin said, drawing his eyes at the blade. "Mind telling me from where did you get that?" he showed him his short sword. "I only got this and a poor shield that I already broke. It seemed unfair, just with that sword of yours."

"Keep running your mouth, and you'll have nothing left to blabber." The shivarian returned to his stride.

"So you're a participant like me?" Rin asked again, following right behind. "Huh, I didn't know. There will be other races that I need to compete against. Yay, me."

"Compete?" the alien scoffed. "You think too much of yourselves. You know eggs? Your participation is like an egg, could've been fine under normal circumstances, but this time around it's nothing but throwing against a stonewall."

"Not unless the egg cracks before hitting the stone wall," Rin said, and he didn't know what he was talking about, "and flaps its little wing to soar in the sky."

His mothers believed him to have a sharp tongue to aggravate other people. That was probably that.

The Shivarian turned his head and gave him an odd look. "No birds learn to fly in one day," he said. "I've been preparing all my life for this day, so believe me when I say it, you humans from a lesser world don't stand a chance. Your participation is merely to witness the--"

"Wow, and they call me a chatterbox," Rin cut in again. "Someone sure loves to hear his voice. Listen, mate, your existence is just a couple of shades away from copyright infringement. It won't help your case if you're going to run your mouth wild like that and act all arrog--"

Rin cut short his speech as his mind rang in alert. All his instincts were crying to him as he found the shivarian was not standing where he was supposed to. Without waiting for anything, he lurched his body and soon felt a wave of air slapping against his face, as a fist missed his face just by a nick.

Then he saw the shivarian's face, and the eyes, the purple eyes glinted in surprise, finding Rin evaded his attack. Then he grinned and in the next very moment, his knee rammed into Rin's gut.

Rin was flung over a dozen metres away. His mind rang in a buzz as he heard something incoherent. He coughed for breaths and slapped his ears. His eyelids fluttered up and down unpleasantly as he found the proud shivarian standing a few paces away.

"That's where you stay," said the alien and walked away. "Goodbye human. Let this mercy be the guide to your path. I hope our paths never cross ever again."

Rin groaned just after that, as blood whooped out from his mouth. That bastard didn't hold back much in the attack.

Well, points to be taken: Shivarian has a low tolerance for jokes. Learning from this, Rin would never joke with another shivarian. He promised himself that.

Nah, that seemed like a huge commitment, and of the kind he would fail to deliver most of the time. Rin would rather work on his strength to not put in such a situation again.

[Superhuman Intuition has reached Level 2]

Coughing out last, Rin clung to the grass in his fist, looking in the direction the Shivarian left.

"Oh, no one tells me where I stay, and we are so going to meet again, I promise you that."

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I love this chapter!