Do or Die!

Peter opened the gate outward. Maybe because the torch hung near the house's gates, the privy was covered in shadow due to the kitchen wall coming in between.

Peter did not notice Arrluk standing inside. He loosened his pants and lowered them with his breaches to take a piss as he whistled a tune.

Arrluk was going to attack the moment Peter had opened the door but seeing him unaware of his presence; he had stopped himself at the last moment so that Peter can enter the privy.

Just when Peter had fished out his sorry excuse of manhood, Arrluk stabbed the dagger right in the eye and into his enemy brains.

He did not forget to cover Peter's mouth simultaneously to stifle his voice in his throat so as not to alert the other two.

Arrluk watched as Peter became still in the next second. He carefully pulled him inside and made him take his place by the side of the wall. With a sickening sound that almost caused Arrluk to puke, he pulled out his dagger from Peter's head.

Arrluk breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Jon and Jeremy had noticed their companion's death by his hand.

He peeped into the hall and spotted Jeremy searching a desk that was placed right beside the exit. There was no way, Arrluk could run through the doorway without Jeremy noticing him.

'The exit is blocked. The only way I can get out of here is by killing the two. I should probably deal with that Jon first since he won't be able to see me coming.' Arrluk crouched down and slowly scaled his steps towards the bedroom.

When he peered inside, he found Jon squatting on the ground and looking beneath the bed in his full concentration. There was a torch burning on the wall beside him. It lighted the room.

When Arrluk walked over to Jon, his shadow cast over the thug's body, making him aware of his presence. But he did not turn his head to face thinking it was Peter who had come back after finishing his business.

"Ah, Peter, you are back, come here and help me lift this... Ughh... Cough..." Arrluk watched as Jon started gurgling blood from his mouth after he slit his throat with his dagger. Just as Arrluk was slowly laying Jon on the ground, the fucker's hand moved one last time and knocked over a clay vase beside the bed and onto the floor.

The noise attracted Jeremy's attention to the bedroom. Arrluk was praying Jeremy would ignore the noise, but his praying went to waste because Jeremy spotted Jon's legs splayed across the ground.

"Jon, what happened to you," Jeremy shouted. Arrluk could hear the footsteps nearing towards the bedroom.

'Fuck! It's do or die for me now!' Arrluk picked Jon's sword from the ground and swapped the dagger in his left hand.

Just as Jeremy was nearing, Arrluk quickly smothered the fire burning atop the torch with a wave of his hand.

Arrluk may not be able to control his magic or find more uses for it entirely, but he could at least do the trick of extinguishing the torch with the help of magic.

"Jon? Peter?" Jeremy's steps suddenly slowed after not hearing his companions replying, and it came to a complete stop when he saw the bedroom go dark.

Shing!

Arrluk heard the sound of a sword unsheathing from its scabbard. Arrluk did not make any move, nor did he heard Jeremy make one after pulling the blade out. The house went silent as a crypt.

Arrluk saw Jeremy's shadow retreating back towards the door. Arrluk watched in silence and tried the guess his enemy's next move.

'He... he is going back for the torch at the doorway. He can't see in the dark... but I can! I know what I need to do.'

Arrluk his plan was worth a try. He saw Jeremy coming back as the light got brighter and brighter as the torch came nearer to the bedroom.

Just as Arrluk was getting ready to send another wave of his mana out of his hand and blast the torch away, and then kill Jeremy with the help of darkness, he saw the same torch flying by the bedroom's door and falling onto the bed, making it catch on fire.

The whole bedroom became bright as day when Jeremy entered through the gateless doorway.

'Fuck me!'

Jeremy looked at Jon lying in a pool of blood on the ground and then to one and ten nameday old child with a sword in his right and a dagger in his left hand.

"You killed him," Jeremy wasn't asking but making a statement.

Arrluk gulped visibly. Jeremy looked as vicious as he remembered in his own memory and in Harold's.

The guy was bulging with muscles. He was bald but had a fully grown mustache and beard. His face was full of scars, and the biggest one could be traced across the left eye over the nose until the right ear.

The killing intent in the room was palpable. Thankfully, Arrluk did not shit himself or get any cold feet. He had Harold's memories. This means he had watched many gruesome things happening in front of his eyes and met many people like Jeremy. The pirates were filled with people like Jeremy.

"Who are you?" Jeremy asked, but Arrluk knew it was a trap made only to make him distract into talking and lower his guard. The moment he does that, Jeremy would slice his head off.

"No one important, loser. Yeah, I know you. You are the infamous shitting coward who shat in his own pants after coming face to face with a basilisk on the northern end of Sothoryos." Arrluk only knew of this matter because Harold has heard about it from the pirates hailing from Basilisk Isles. Jeremy had lived in that place for sometime before escaping to Lys.

Some of his companions know about this story, but only a few men are aware of it in Lys. Harold was also one of them.

"You little shit! Come here!" Jeremy became visibly red in anger. He stepped forward and slashed at Arrluk's head from above, intending to sever his body in half.

Arrluk blocked it by raising his sword horizontally.

Clang!

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