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Infallible Oathbreaker

Every day for six years straight, from the time he was twelve, Darius Omen hit an anvil with a hammer ten thousand times a day without stopping. He did not know the reason why he needed to, all he knew was that he had to. Little did he know that hit by hit, strike by strike, his originally meek body was being refined into something that had never been seen before in the history of mankind. In the war against spirits, mankind had little to be proud of. Yet one day a young man entered the battlefield. He dazzled millions and killed even more, all with merely a rusty old hammer than no one could hold or fathom.

theonionjunktion · Guerra
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75 Chs

Honour step Spiritknight!

This was a room that allowed for use of smiters, but none of the spiritknight had expected to fight so soon. Darius had a skill that allowed him to get his hammer anywhere, so it didn't matter where he left it. 

"Bring me my smiter."

Ricardo was looking at Darius but he was clearly ordering someone else. One of the guides then spoke, "But Sir Ricardo-"

"Bring it to me now harlot! Otherwise I will exterminate your entire family. The guide frowned but she shouted out some instructions through her communicator. A few minutes later, a black case was brought into the room and handed over to Ricardo. Inside was a knife attached to a string. According to Darius' knowledge, this was the weapon of prefference for all core members of the family.

"Where is yours?" Asked Ricardo. It would be dishonourable to fight with Darius disarmed. 

Darius spoke what had been arranged, "It's already on me. Let's do this."