Army of the Damned

VOLUME 13 Chapter 9

In the bottom of the Elven Fortress, the discarded scales of the many Centaurs they felled would rattle noisily as the intruding adventurer group surrounded Jackson's party. With their Mages surrounding Seiness, they looked to the three other older women with terrified looks as the hands of the two Vampires and Bahamut's fingers ready to pull the skin off the skull of their strongest vanguard.

Around them, the guts and dead Centaurs started to peel off their scales and the floor only got more and more hidden as a sea of blood encroached on their shoes. Elizabeth with her left hand closing into a fist makes the littered blood turn into tentacles making everyone panic as they look around to see the sentient liquid had started to crawl from the bottom of their bodies.

Jackson trembles with a bleeding nose as he raises his hand. "Tsk." The Queen then opens her left hand and the blood all collects itself into small mounds and turns into sparkly white roses that fly into the top of the spiral.

"Now... let's all calm down. Elizabeth, Alana, and Bahamut. Let's not kill him. We must be diplomatic, remember?"

"My Lord, this cretin just dared to lay his hands on you. Say the word and we shall rip him open. I have my reservations on who to execute and those I am willing to break personal rules for. This is one of those."

"Master! Just let us kill these people and get to Seiness alraedy!"

"I agree, M'Lord. For a young man, he had the gall to jump into an ongoing battle and dare raise a fist to you. This cannot go on."

With a bruised right cheek and a fist to his neck, Jackson takes a breather and takes a good look at the man.

"Wait a sec! You're the guy at the Guild building right?! Don't you remember me?!"

"I do, and you were already an odd one from the start. But to think you also meddle in others' Quest. I don't care if you girlfriends here can murder me without a thought. People like you need to learn how to respect the Code of Adventuring."

"Look, dude. It's a mistake. I am here for the scales!" He then reaches for his belt and shows the sack he has. "See! I am not here to do whatever you were supposed to do!" Looking at it, the young red haired man breathes out. "Is that so?" He said this nonchalantly even though an extremely devious aura was coming out from behind him.

Behind him, Bahamut's fingers were ready to grip his hair, the nails of her pale hands ready to sink into his skull while Alana's hands were shaped like a piercing blade with her fingers closed, ready to go through his back and pull his spine out, while Elizabeth had one hand on his neck and another on the back of his face.

"It would be kind if you could tell your women here to let go of me. I thought you were their servant for a moment there."

"C'mon. Let's all calm down now. Hands away and let me check on Seiness."

With reluctant faces, the three women let go. With Elizabeth and Bahamut both rushing to check on Seiness who was hiding behind the corpse of a Centaur shaking profusely as a two Mages was right over her cover, with a blue staff and an orb made of spherical water like liquid that was shining lifts up his wand and powers it down and another having an endless fire on the tip of his wooden staff. "Alright, everyone, calm down. Boys, let's regroup." The multiple other Vanguards that was on the flanks lowers there weapons and the Mages in the back turned to the two women that was walking straight to them.

Elizabeth held the man's hand on the staff. He turned to her and the woman made him blush and turn beet red as she went right up his face, cupping his chin.

"The fight is over. Do not dareth to hurt'eth the youngin'. Or be prepareth for thine's eternal slumber to be met with... brutally." Shivers was sent to his spine as Bahamut checked Seiness and breathed a sigh of relief. "She's fine. Come on." Holding her hand, the Priestess immediately ran behind the Dragon as she stood her ground