Unexpected encounter is also a chance (part 4)

"Disposing of the evidence, of course. You will be sharing her fate in a few moments~"

The first thug shrugged his shoulders and declared while almost all of his comrades spread out to ensure that the pale-blond-haired boy would be caught even if he attempted to escape, leaving only one man by the burning barrel.

"Go on, my prince. Make it fun for me and try to escape~! Show me a good struggle that will make killing you much more fun~!"

The thug grinned, showing off all of his teeth in a wolf-like smile while swaying from side to side to look as disturbing as he could.

*****

"..."

Medea leaned away from the corner of the second warehouse that had all of its windows boarded up shut, and he raised his brow at a rather suspicious sight.

One young man was walking inside the warehouse while another one was standing next to a barrel that had been set on fire and releasing clouds of oily-black smoke.

Medea was very used to the sight and smell of the smoke and knew exactly what was used as the fuel, but it still made him slightly surprised.

It was the first time that he witnessed neither him nor any of his people being responsible for such an event though.

The glow of the fire was illuminating the face of the man standing next to the barrel, enough for Medea to recognize him.

It was one of his targets, the one guy who jumped out of the window.

Despite the burns and wounds that should have been caused by the broken glass, the thug's face was fine, which meant that at least one healing pellet had to be used on him.

The claim that they really were someone with extensive connections in the underworld was holding up without a hitch.

"...~"

Medea started smiling in a friendly manner and moved forward while the knives popped up in his hands at the slightest shake of his arms.

The black-haired man approached the man without making any sound and...

*STAB* *"...!" *thump* *KSHHH*

A single attack pierced the man's throat and caused him to fall sideways on top of the burning barrel to the great joy of the flame swirling inside.

"..."

As the fire was claiming the waist of the assassinated man, Medea dismissively wiped off both sides of the blade against his victim's pants and stepped inside the warehouse. Seven men were closing in on some kid while the one who came in last was trying to figure out where he could go.

*STAB* *shhh*

Since Medea was a helpful person that was always ready to assist others, he stabbed one of his knives into the troubled man's brain through the thinnest part of the skull, where the spine extended from, and gently lay down the convulsing body on the floor.

Surprisingly enough, the weapon of choice of the fallen individual turned out to be a studded baton that Medea repossessed with slightly wider smile.

While taking advantage of the few last moments before being discovered, the black-haired man winded up and...

*WHOOSH* *DONK* *BONK*

"URGH!" "GAH!"

...threw the blunt weapon at the target farthest away from him, and not only did he knock him out with a clean hit in the temple, but the baton ended up ricocheting and dislocating the jaw of the next man.

"The fuck is...?!"

Both the attackers and the targetted youth looked over at the two concussed individuals while Medea made his way to the opposite side and...

*SHING* *SPLURT* *STAB* *SQUELCH* *STAB* *SQUELCH* *STAB*

Dealt with two young men by slicing the throat of the first one, then turning the knife and stabbing the neck of the other, then turning the knife back and stabbing the first one in the chest as he was falling down and then once again burrowing and twisting the knife in the guts of the second one assuring both kills.

For a few seconds, no one knew how to even react as both the thugs and the pale-blond-haired youth were simply speechless.

"...!"

"...~"

The man smiling like a wolf froze up, and the grin was wiped off his face as he looked at the face of a black-haired man smiling like a demon.

Or maybe that wasn't a human but an actual demon? How else could anyone explain how he suddenly just showed up in that place?

*WHAM* *CRUNCH*

"AURGH!"

The others might have struggled to start acting, but Medea wasn't bothered by the same philosophical dilemmas as the rest, and he simply dashed forward and delivered a devastating kick on the knife-wielding man's knee, dislocating it in one hit and sending the man to the floor, howling in pain, dropping the lamp.

"...~!"

*WHAM* *CRUNCH* *THUMP*

Medea's eyes light up with joy, and he cut short his victim's shouts with a kick in the jaw that broke at least half of the other guy's teeth and sent him tumbling to the feet of the last two standing men.

"..."

"...?" "...?"

Medea froze in place for a moment, furrowing his brows and tilting his head in silence while carefully looking at their faces, making the two exchange frightened glances.

"...huh... was either of you at that inn...?"

"What are you...?"

*WHOOSH* *STAB* *THUMP*

"!!!"

Medea ended up asking to which one of the thugs scoffed – just to get a knife fly through the air and stab into his brain, piercing through his eyeball and falling back like a log, making the last one open his mouth to shout...

*SHING*

"Ghulgh...!" *THUMP*

...which gave Medea the perfect opportunity to close the distance between them and slice his throat with a powerful swing.

*STAB* *STAB*

...and finished off the two concussed ones with clean hits to their necks, nicking their spines and severing their arteries.

"...I never forget a face, by the way..."

"!!!"

Medea breathed out, standing up and turning towards the fancy-dressed pale-blond-haired youth who trembled so hard as if he broke in the horrible feaver.

"Yhou...! Hoff dif you knoffh that we haff the second prince...?!"

The last man still alive out of his entire group got up to his elbows and muttered something barely understandable while spitting out pieces of his teeth mashed with blood.

"..."

|Second prince...?|

Medea didn't say a thing, but he thought to himself in surprise somehow understanding the gibberish.

"..."

"!!!" *thump*

He ignored the mumbling man and raisies his brow before lowering his head to glare at the boy whose knees gave out, causing him to plop down on the floor on the verge of tears.