The darkness was fading fast, and I needed to step up my game. It was three A.M and I still had to kill or subdue half a dozen armed slavers. Piece of cake right? I drew my axe, strapped on my shield and selected the appropriate music.

The guards perked up at the strange music I was blaring, and those who understood the lyrics got really pale when they saw me. I guess that I was the very visage of death, with my torn and rotting skin, with exposed bone peeking out. The glowing witchfire that I called my eyes didn't help much. One guard even threw down his weapon and walked away. mumbling something about not getting paid enough for this shit. I let him go, mostly because I was busy blocking the one brave asshole that decided to charge. He'd swung low with his claymore, which was easily blocked due the the length of my shield. I replied with a hammerblow to his side using my axe, which his armor deflected. the bastard was wearing plate! He swung again and I parried, before lashing out with my boot to stumble him. I succeeded, but before I could finish him, I got an arrow in my nasal cavity. Thankfully it wasn't silver, else I wouldn't be here; but it still fucking hurt. I chose a new song, and let what my anger take hold.

I tore out the arrow and slammed my shield into claymore pig before slamming my axe into his throat. Another arrow skipped by as another schweine guard leveled a spear at me. I just walked into it, looking at the fear grow in his eyes as I closed on him, the spear running through me. He tried to pull it away to strike at me again. I grabbed hold and snapped it. He ran. I removed the remnants of the spear and threw it like a javelin, just missing the schweine archer. He drew another arrow and bravely faced me down. This one was tipped in silver. There were still 3 guards, and more would likely be roused by the fleeing spearman. The archer loosed his arrow, and it embedded itself in my shield, just inches away from taking my head off. I hid behind my shield and charged, forcing the archer to dodge or be trampled. He sprung up, but his quiver was empty, his arrows having spilled. He drew a silver dagger.

"This bastard must be a monster hunter" I thought as I put my axe away and drew my sword. I charged again, hoping to catch him off guard; but he rolled to the side and stood. Two more Schweine showed up, another spearman and a schweine with a mace and shield. I dodged a swipe to my throat from the Archer's silver dagger, only to be pinned from behind with the spear. The damn hog had driven the point through my kneecap and into the dirt. The mace wielding hog followed up by breaking my shoulder, and making my shield arm useless. Archer oinked in triumph as he came in for the kill, but it turned into a squeal of pain when he lost an arm to my sword. Mace-pig destroyed my other arm while the spear-hog scrambled for the silver dagger. What he found was Daring's left hoof as she leapt from nowhere and delivered a spinning kick to his unarmored head. She then let loose with the whip, blinding the mace wielder long enough for the Cervi boy to put my dropped sword between his ribs. I'd have grinned if I had lips, but a grunt and a nod sufficed as the black mist repaired me.

"Looks like they had a bone to pick with you, big guy" Daring said, barely suppressing a snicker.I only groaned and facepalmed as I stood.

"T-T-Thanks for rescuing me....Sirrah....not a lot of people go out of their way for cervi..." Said the boy. I looked over and my jaw dropped.

He was wearing Daring's signature clothes (khaki shirt over white tee and short shorts). The sad (and utterly hilaious) thing is, He could give a lot of girls a run for their money. The old caravan leader had probably been too drunk to care about the "Package" his prey had been sporting.

"W-w-why are you staring sirrah? It's embarassing!" Said the cervi boy in the most feminine voice I'd ever heard. I just turned around and glared at daring.

"What? I thought it was cute!" she said, trying to hold back laughter. I just facepalmed again. I hopped up onto the first carriage and bashed open the lock before sliding the door. I was met instantly by a fist as the largest being I have ever seen stood and tried to charge me, only to be tripped by the chains on his ankle.

"Whoa there! We're rescuing you guys!" said Daring. We didn't have time for this, there was already shouting from the direction of the inn and the first rays of the sun had were here. After a moment waiting for my curse to be lifted I spoke.

"I'll explain later, but we need help. we gotta get these wagons away before the schweine get here." I said, offering my hand. "I am sir Brandon...The last King of humanity" I figured that since My brother had been king, as the last of the bloodline I would be...even if it is in name only.

"I am Gwrtheryn*, Chieftan of the Northern Cervi. I will aid you as you have aided us. Do not betray my trust" said the massive cervi as he shook my hand. I turned back to the young Cervi

"What's your name?" I asked crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow

"Aderyn sirrah" he replied timidly.

"Adaryn, Take these keys and free your people. Tell them to mount the wagons and prepare to run." I said, looking the youngling dead in the eye and ensuring he knew how serious this was. I could tell he knew, but I was a little bit confused as to how he was taking all of this so well, he'd just killed for god's sake! I swallowed my questions and let him go. We had a job to do, and a lot of ground to cover before we were safe.

Author's Note

It's one in the morning, I've got an open bottle of Crown apple whiskey and I just typed out another page. phew. Yep Adaryn is going to be a running joke. Traps are hilarious. especially in this Manga

*Gwrtheryn is pronounced GUrtheryn. It's old celtic. yup, the cervi are gonna be celts.

Now, with all the damage Brandon's armor is taking, He'll need a new set soon. Any ideas for a new outfit? ~Whiskey