Chapter 17

The fat man by then had crawled to a corner and was laughing hysterically, he had avoided death just by seconds, or he thought so.

The assassin which Kylian had parried earlier, stood with his guard up between Kylian and the fat master who was still sitting on the ground, his back rested against the wall. The assassin was just buying time, a smart move.

"You fool," the man shouted aloud from behind the assassin "I swear I will skin you alive, for what you did to me."

Without wasting any time Kylian advanced at the assassin in front of him. Delaying in engaging would only give other assassins enough time to engulf the room and the closed space of the room would only work against him.

The fat man was still blabbering from behind his assassin, throwing curses and threats at Kylian.

The assassin was shocked by the sudden and quick move, but he managed to block Kylian's dagger just in time.

But it was not so simple, Kylian thrusted his free hand forward and rammed it to the assassin's stomach. The assassin felt a server pain in his gut.

By the time three assassins were already making their way inside the room.

Kylian quickly pulled back his hand, there was a small throwing knife clenched in his grip, bloody to the very hilt. The assassin was injured but no vitals were damaged. He quickly took a step back but it was too late, Kylian quickly plunged the knife straight to the heart of the assassin.

It happened within seconds.

From the corner of his eyes, Kylian could see a blade looming just a hand from his neck. Kylian felt a thrill rising inside his body as he bent his head down to evade the attack.

Just a heartbeat later, holding the hilt with a doublehanded grip the remaining two assassins brought down their heavy sword, both aiming for Kylian's different shoulder. Kylian quickly made a half-turn, one blade came crashing down on the ground just inches away from his face, while the other was behind him.

The two assassins looked at each other in disbelief. Without giving them any further time Kylain stepped on the blade at his front ceasing any further movement from the assassin, then he slightly turned his head to check the distance of the enemy behind and instantly swung his dagger backward, catching the assassin right at his face. The assassin shrieked in pain and fell down. A deep cut stretching throughout his face.

The assassin in front was just trying to pull his sword from beneath Kylian's foot when Kylian struck him down with his knife.

Then without wasting any time he hurled his dagger at the last remaining assassin. Kylian by then was all lost in his trance.

He pulled off his mask, he hardly cared about anything now other than killing, he wanted to rob them all of their souls.

The man's expressions soured seeing just a boy beneath the mask, a boy slaughtering his assassins effortlessly. Things had happened too quickly, just within seconds three assassins were already dead, and the remaining one was as good as dead. The fat man had been too busy watching the battle that he had not even realized he was still on the ground.

The fat man hastily tried getting his feet under him, he just had to survive for a few seconds and others would come to his rescue. Seeing the man trying to get up Kylian lunged at him and the fat man again came crashing down to the ground.

Kylian looked at the fat man, his eyes ready to devour him.

"Cenetaur" Kylian shouted and clenching his fist tightly, he brought it down like a hammer on the man's face.

He looked like a master smith himself, his hands were the hammer, the floor beneath was the anvil and the head of the man was the metal to be worked on. Every time he struck he shouted "Cenetaur"

"Cenetaur" First blow "Bammmm" the nose was broken.

"Cenetaur" Second blow "Bammmm" , half of his face crumpled,

"Cenetuar" Third blow, "Bammmm" the man's jaw shattered open.

The sound of footsteps could be heard on the wooden floor just behind Kylian, followed by the gasps of the assassins.

Kylian was not yet done, blow after blow came down on the man's face, his skull and brain crushed to a pulp. Blood splattered all over the floor.

By the time the room was jammed with assassins. Everyone looking at Kylian like he was some insane animal, shouting and hitting an already dead body. The assassins hesitated to make a move despite their large number. The first assassin to advace against the beast was to surely die and nobody wanted to take the initiative.

Kylian sucked in the air through his nose, as he picked up a sword from the ground. He turned his head towards the crowd of assassins "Come" he whispered. Each and every one of them was welcome.

As if getting a signal the assassins rushed towards him, Kylian quickly got to his feet.

He hurled his knife towards one of the assassin. 'Die' he roared, and snaked his way towards the center, whomever he crossed he snatched their very lives away and left bloodied bodies behind instead.

The assassin's managed to get him with their blades a few times, but he felt nothing. His body moved on his own, he was possessed, just craving for kills. Kylian's blade made circles, and where it passed it just left a bloody trail along with dead bodies. The soldiers screamed and cursed, limbs and bodies severed in half, just as neatly as in a butcher house.

There were a dozen lifeless bodies on the ground, and even a greater number of injured, struggling their way out of the room for survival. Kylian was also not left unscratched, most of the cuts and bruises were on his back, a hilt of a dagger was visible jutting out his shoulder, thankfully the metal chest piece Kia had given him earlier had saved him from any fatal injury.

It had been a while since he was allowed to kill freely, how could he stop now. Kylian looked around at the struggling assassins. He plucked out the dagger from his shoulder and started slaughtering them one by one as he made his way to the outside of the room.

Screams and a trail of blood followed Kylian, as he slowly walked down the stairs of different floors. Clearing each and every floor thoroughly.

By the time Kylian reached the ground most floor, he was going back to his senses.

"Ahhhh" he got onto his knees, along with his sense came a lot of pain and exhaustion.

He felt the pain of each cut and every bruise at the same time, and the exhaustion only made it worse.

He was sure that some assassins would have escaped and they would surely come back. Waiting here would only mean being caught and he could not get caught, not before confronting Cenetaur Tremeur.

Gaining every last bit of his energy he limped towards the front door of the building, he opened the door cautiously, hoping not to find anyone, thankfully there weren't any. Everything was still, but he could see a few trails of blood, he was right a few had definitely escaped.

As he was making his way to the alleyway, he saw a huge silhouette. With trembling hands, he raised his sword. He was exhausted.

"Why are we standing here, that God of yours whispered something again ?"

Kylian relaxed, as he heard the voice, it was Benn and 'Hodor. It was probably the first time he ever felt good hearing Benn's voice.

Kylian then limped towards the two.

Benn gasped seeing Kylian in such a state, "What happened to you ?"

Kylian gave a wide smile "Cenetaur Tremeur" he managed to whisper and fainted as exhaustion took over him.