Unfair world 2/2

'' Cling '' The clash between his sword and the rabbit's claws produced a piercing sound that faded away a dozen meters away, under the effect of a barrier.

The last rabbit still alive was in a bad way. Covered in blood and wounds all over its body, the color of its skin had turned red. It seemed to be struggling to stand and was shaking badly. Yet the glow in his eyes was still there.

That's why Rodolphe didn't dare to rush.

He had to finish the job properly. For that, he had to take no risks.

...

'' Guuuaaaaaa! '' One of the rabbit's arms fell to the ground after getting sliced. The rabbit had an expression of extreme pain, but it was useless.

This seemed to be torture for him, Rodolphe knew that.

Yet he wouldn't try to pity his opponent.

Appearance is nothing, actions are everything. That was what his father had always taught him.

Hadn't he killed other lives without problems? As long as he was his enemy he couldn't live.

And he had no intention of turning him into an ally.

That's why, with firm convictions, he didn't feel the least bit guilty.

Soon it was the rabbit's leg's turn.

In the end, Rudolph finished him off with a sword.

***

His body was cold.

The human in front of him had just pierced his heart. His end was inevitable, and he knew it.

It was only then, at death's door, that he began to question his life.

'How did I get here? '

Didn't he train relentlessly?

He had been told that this world had something called karma.

That one day he would be rewarded for his efforts, that one day,

That one day ... he would even command the beasts.

'Why?' he couldn't understand, wanting everything to stop.

He wanted to cry. Yet all that came out of his eyes was blood.

'Had he lied?'

He thought of his leader, and his golden fur, the one who had helped them grow. The one who had given them a meaning, a dream, and a reason to exist.

No! Those were the right words.

He gritted his teeth, his eyes seeming to scream at the world.

He was not limited only to the boundaries of rabbits! It was his destiny to become the strongest beast this world has ever known and to transform his species into one of the primordial ones.

He had the talent! He was sure of it.

So why should he die?

He continued to think as his blood spread on the ground.

In the end, he understood.

It was the fault of this world!

It was him who had stolen his destiny.

''Guuuaaaaaaa''

Impaling himself on the sword, he tried to wound his opponent. His eyes filled with hatred.

''Slash!'' The rabbit's head fell off, sliced by Alain's sword.

Rodolphe applauded him inwardly

From beginning to end, he had stood up to him despite the pain.

He couldn't have asked for a better opponent.

He took a second to pray for him, before thanking Alain.

''Thank you, Alain," Rodolphe turned to him.

''It's nothing, I know you could have done it on your own, but I don't want to take any risks.''

Rodolphe smiled, joining the others while Alain seemed lost in thought, looking at the traces of the rabbits' existence.

He surprised himself.

Why was he so sad when he saw the corpse of the last rabbit?

***

In a world of white stood a group of white beings with small sizes but big ears. Each of them seemed to be happy, and eager to walk to their destinations. Yet they stood there, seemingly reminiscing about the good old days, waiting for something.

Soon, however, a gleam entered their eyes, as if they had all understood something. It must have been a sad realization, as they all soon walked to their destinations with a slightly disappointed look on their faces.

Some of them were missing, having lost their way on the road. Yet, no matter how much they loved each other, they could not guide them. They had, after all, no role there anymore.

***

'' Alain? Emily called to him.

''I'm coming. ''

The group continued their expedition.

...

''Ahhh!'' After a little rest, Alain stretched, a smile on his face.

They had won big.

Despite an injured person, the 10 people he planned to train had progressed well, and would surely be much more useful in the next raid.

Moreover, although he was not an expert on beasts, he estimated that their bodies would be worth a few Ecus*, or a week's worth of the village's income.

Having seen the effectiveness of this expedition, he wanted to do it again, a gleam of greed in his eyes.

If they continued like this, hiring mercenaries to help them would no longer be a dream.

Looking up at the sky, they still had some time left.

''We're just taking enough to fill the entirety of the bags and heading back, so save your strength for at most 2 fights. '' He announced.

...

Knowledge: it is the ultimate honor for an angel or a demon to have wings. These are proof of honor, power, and status. This is why in their texts they always separate the demons from the Demons, the capital letter representing the winged ones.

Knowledge: If only Paladins among humans can fight Demons without special equipment, they are generally inferior to Demons who have evolved by themselves, creating wings that perfectly fit them.

*1 Ecu = 5 Livres = 100 Sous = 1200 Deniers.