The Cursed Clan's disciples

The Five stopped at a distance from Nolamine as they sized up each other. The woman who seemed to be the leader walked towards him but still stood at a distance.

She looked over the right side of him and then on to the left, looking at the spear that had been split in two starting from its blade. She then looked at him and smiled, showing him her brown and blackened teeth like she never brushed them.

It was a far cry from what she looked like, as she looked like a regular woman at first, her six pack showing that she trained and took care of herself.

"That is some weapon you have there kid, do you mind me taking a look at it?"

She said, letting out her hand as a gesture. Nolamine just looked at her with anger on his face.

"Awe, look at this one. Where are you from? You do not seem to be from Tembelihle as they rule over this forest or are you the kid they have been on about these past months?"

Her last words made Nolamine lift his eyebrows. She took a step toward him which made him take a defensive stance. He was still sizing her up together with the other five who looked arrogant, but he knew what kind of people they were from the get-go.

He had been fighting them ever since he was nine, but these ones were in a league that was higher than bullies. He already knew that they would not hesitate to kill him and the only thing stopping them was his mother's dagger as they were all looking at it greedily.

"Look kid, you have just somehow damaged my weapon, splitting it in two when it had slipped out of my hands. I now need a new weapon. Besides, you seem exactly like the kid that our elder has been looking for. Why not give me that dagger and come with us?"

This time she moved toward him without stopping with a cruel smile on her lips. Even after seeing him take the Black Crobal down, they were still underestimating him.

As soon as she got to attacking distance, her hand went toward her back and took the knife that she had been hiding. She dashed forward with so much killing intent Nolamine had to ask what they had against him.

"Ahhhh...."

One of the men screamed at the top of his lungs with horror and anguish in his voice. The others who at that point thought that Nolamine was all alone and lost, as so many others would and have been in that part of the forest turned and looked at him with their guard up.

The man's face had been eaten away by what seemed to be acid. It was thick and stuck on his face and his hands as he tried to get it off of him. It seemed like a concentrated type of the Black Crobal's acid.

His skin had already melted away and it was already eating through his skull, teeth, and tongue. At that point, he was two-faced, with his other side fine but the other one looking horrific. His fingers and part of his hands had already had some of the bones falling off, the acid having eaten away all the skin and tissue. Whatever he tried, he could not get it off.

The rest looked around for whoever threw the substance at one of their own but could not see anyone, except for their leader who was attacking Nolamine but had stopped right in front of him.

"Bam!"

It was the sound of one of them who got his head smashed into a pulp in an instant as a fist fell on him from the sky.

"Ga.... ga..... ga...."

Another tried to say something but his throat had been slit open and only blood came out of his mouth.

Only one was left and he looked on in horror as he watched his comrades die right in front of him in horrible ways.

It was Langa and Analka. They had come out of hiding as soon as the five made their way towards Nolamine. Seeing who they were as they got closer, both did not hesitate as they intently exuded killing intent.

They had made their way around them and ran forward as they all were gushing over Nolamine's dagger. They then jumped so high up in the air that you would think that they were both flying.

Langa had landed on top of one of the men while he punched down with all his body weight carried by the punch, obliterating his head as parts of the man's brain and skull landed on him.

His muscles were bulging and bigger, while black smoke continuously left his body like he was cursed. His eyes had black veins as he seemed possessed.

Unlike his master, he did not carry a beast bone with him to use as his main weapon. He had a broad sword on his back. It was almost as long as he was and its blade almost as broad as his shoulders. It looked old and rusty.

Analka had followed after him, landing next to her target as silently as a cat jumping down from a considerable height.

Unlike when she was in the village, she was not wearing white, a color she seemed to love, but brown, which helped her blend in with the surroundings when on the hunt or collecting ingredients for her master and her potions. Her choice of weapons were arm guards.

They were made out of a beast's hide that had brown scales. The one on her left hand could form a shield whenever she wanted to and on her right, a blade would come out on the back side of her hand like an assassin's blade.

She had come up to her target without making a sound and so quite like she was being carried by the wind. When she got to him, she had grabbed his forehead with her left hand and yanked it backwards to lift up his chin and at the same time slit his throat open.

On her waist was a belt that had potions going all around it and a pouch. She quickly took one of them that was by her front right side and drank it. In the potion that she drank, the substance inside seemed like black smoke that kept on flying around.

As soon as she drank it, her eyes turned to look similar to that of how Langa's were at that moment. Her veins bulged and turned to a dark green color that looked unnatural, but with her, they made her look scary and at the same time mysteriously beautiful.

"Ah, ah, ah... The Cursed Clan's disciples!!"

The man exclaimed as he turned around wanting to run, but stopped. He saw their leader saying something to the boy she wanted to kill and take his weapon.

He knew that the only way to escape from them now was to fight, his hope being the fact that she was still alive and could help him.

He turned around and Analka, surprisingly was the first one to reach him, Langa just a step away.

He thrust his spear in surprise and reflex, but the gap between their skills was too great. She was so nimble that she only needed to adjust herself slightly, making the spear go past her without wasting any of her movement as she went forward, gunning for him to claim her next prey.

A blade went into the forehead of the man's skull and out the other side of it. After thrusting her blade into his skull, her shield took form and she rammed onto him, sending him flying off to where Nolamine was.

Langa who was only using a little bit of his strength at the time was in control of his power. Seeing that she had taken care of the last man, he went past her, and in a blink of an eye, he had passed the man's lifeless body that was in the air and flying in the direction of his new target.

When the woman had tried to kill Nolamine by thrusting her blade towards his throat, she had made a grave mistake. She thought that the only reason Nolamine had survived the fight with the Black Crobal was because of his dagger and that he had a little bit of training under his belt. Thinking the whole fight was him just being lucky.

What she did not realize was that he was fighting a beast and that was why his moves did not seemed as polished as they were, after all, he had been fighting bullies most of his life but only started fighting beasts three months ago.

He stepped to the side just like Fourth had taught him, wasting no movements and his body and actions aiming for precision.

The knife went past him and in the blink of an eye, the woman's hand fell. It was like he had never moved his hand from the position it was in.

The woman screamed but her scream was masked by the horrifying scream of a man having his face and hands being eaten away by acid.

She held her hand as it bled, trying to stop the bleeding, and then looked at her hand that was on the ground.

"You are dead. I shall kill you and everyone in your family."

She said. Nolamine did not know this but at that point, the woman wanted to run away as she had clearly underestimated him. Her words were of telling him that she was going to put a curse on him.

She did not know what was going on behind her. It was when she said those words that the last man had turned and saw her saying something to Nolamine.

Nolamine on the other hand was comprehensive. At that point, he did not know what to do next. He would do to others as they would do unto him, but he had never crossed the boundary that if he crossed would mean killing a human being.

He stepped away to the surprise of the woman, but she did not know what to think at that point and all she wanted was to get away from him and tend to her wound.

She turned her head to look at the man she led, so to ask for support, but to her horror, her eyes only met a kid's hand clouded in black smoke that was as big as her whole face which grabbed it and smashed it against the ground.

She did not die straight away and Langa lifted her head off the ground again and smashed it, this time splitting it open like a watermelon. She died with the last thing she saw being a kid's hand.