CHAPTER 15. Beware The Chickens!
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The fifteen-year-old Frank Phug rounded a corner with a child's handheld hunting catapult.
The sort that any country child may have once had to bull's eye tin cans, frogs and maybe the occasional cow.
Any such child, with such an upbringing, could one-shot kill an average crow, at mid-range, through a mass of bracken and brambles quite easily.
There were no bracken and branches in the way here, in this nice open planned town.
Frank was a much better shot than your average child his age.
A raven is much than the average crow.
The raven agent was at hand catapult short-range, not at normal mid-range.
The catapult stone slamming straight into Satitie Sinister Raven Agents head was a surprise attack.
The Raven went down hard!
Due to her innate power, even in animal form, she was merely stunned rather than with a bead that was only mush.
The advantage of a Raven form was the added perceptions, movement and stealth if gave in hostile territory.
But her raven form was physically, still only a Raven.
The disadvantages were that you could not carry or bare much weight.
You certainly could not hold or bare an entire stone in weight.
Even with the magic seal, you could definitely not support or bare the weight of twenty stone of muscled man as their heal pushed down and ground down on you little unconscious raven head.
Mitch Phug, Ground his heal down on the Ravens’ head and felt the satisfying c***k as it turned into pavement paste.
Being a sadistic bully he wore an expression of eye gleaming glee.
It was the expression his face still held as his head flew through the air and his body slumped to the ground.
Mitch had just been cleanly decapitated from behind.
The two helpful guards with their heavy, smelly, lumpy load turned to the screams.
They saw a very large man, resembling a lumberjack, complete with black and red checked shirt, step up behind a young man and chop his head off with one swing of his mighty felling axe.
As city guard, i.e cops, obviously they dropped the bundle and drew their swords to apprehend this strange murderer.
The Fox Agent in human form sliced though both of them with ease.
Not through the neck, but instead straight through the chest, side to side in one blow.
The magic axe parted the metal of the breastplates as a hot knife through very soft butter.
The raw power in it left two guards in two separate halves.
(If you do not also count the combination the four lower armoured arms, now lying on the floor.)
The edges of the flesh were charred and cauterised while the metal of the breastplates was glowing red and molten on its edges.
Granny Phug, even in her rage, knew that she could never defeat this thing that had just killed her oldest grandson.
She ran, not out of cowardice, but because she knew that a dead person can not normally take any revenge.
Lyal and his elite following men took one look at what the Fox Lumberjack had done with his magic axe and instantly all drew their red wands and opened fire.
Lyal himself left his group to die and did a small teleport ninety degrees left of their target to outflank the Fox Agent and hit him from the side.
Lyal soul bound seal warned him of the nature and power of his enemy.
The Fox agents absorbed the magical attacks into his Axe blade and his finger merely twitched on the axe shaft.
A large portal to the void opened up beneath the Sunite Wizards that attacked him.
Tentacles of darkness grabbed the screaming Sunite Inquisitors and dragged them to an end that was so much worse than mere death!
Those with such a soul bound seal of an inner circle no longer needed wands!
Lyal also had such a rare, legendary, soul-bound seal and appeared ready to strike from the side.
But was outflanked himself by Owl Agent who also wielded such power.
Lyal managed to rally from the first few spell hits and turned to face his opponent.
Flashes of various spells and counter-spells flew through the air as Layl and the Owl Agent duelled epically.
Lyal specialised in all defensive spells but the owl agent was an equal master of attack spells.
They were very evenly matched.
They would have been at a deadlock for hours, spell for a spell, counter-spell to counter-spell.
But all of Lyal’s different groups of troops now rushed in from all directions.
Fortunately for the Sin Eater, not everyone was as self-disciplined as Lyal.
If it had been Lyal in the Fox Agents position, then Layal would have put his feelings aside and kept to the mission objective.
That was Lyal’s nature.
However, the Fox Agent had a very different personality.
He was now obsessed with the fifteen-year-old boy that had helped kill his decades-long Raven Friend.
Frank took one look at the Fox agents face, the man who had killed his brother Mitch, and Ran.
This boy was just fifteen, remember!
He had just seen his older brother beheaded, two guards killed with ease and a portal to the void hell used to ‘kill’ an entire group of powerful inquisitors!
Of course, he was going to run from the man that did this!
He was far too terrified to worry about looking ‘chicken’!
The Fox Agent gave chase.
Unseen in all the chaos, Vert Gren the youngest of the three witches, motioned a hand as discreetly as she could.
The lumpy, smelly bundle holding the sin eater turned semi-transparent and silently and slowly slid across the floor and under a nearby straw and manure pile, out of immediate sight.
A clocked Mal Wear reached in from the other side of the poo pile.
Mal dragged the unconscious body around a corner and into an old ox cart, again, piled high with manure.
Mal then solely directed the ox-cart in the opposite direction to the other end of the city.
Frank managed to get as far as within sight of the soup cart.
Without even a gesture The Fox Agent made roots reach up from the ground to trip him.
The Fox agent had every intention of making this boys death a very long one.
The Roots suddenly retracted allowing Frank to scramble up and reach as nearly as far as the chicken enclosure.
The Fox flinched to reassess the situation.
Who had dared undo his tangle spell?
Sally Gren the middle Witch stood defiant, red wand in hand.
Frank ran past her and out of sight.
The Fox agents eyes narrowed.
This b***h had cost him his immediate revenge1
This ‘Over Wipe’ had cost him his prey!
Sally skipped over the fence of her chicken coup and through it and over the fence again on the other far side.
As the very large burly woodsman with his axe hurdled the same fence’s, Sally threw her best attack curses at him,
With the Axe in one hand, a simple wave of other, the Fox Agent simply deflected most of the spell and also ducked a couple as he approached her, crossing the chicken coup.
Sally was running out of spell power and only had one non-attack spell left.
Technically, the last spell was only a remove curse spell.
“You thought running through a Chicken coup would stop me?” the Fox agent sneered.
“Just because I shape change into a form of a fox?!”
“Really?!”
“You thought running through a Chicken coup would even distract me?” He snapped at her.
“Why are you doing this!?” Asked Sally.
“You don’t seem like any Sunite Inquisitors I have ever heard of!”
“Because we are not…” Fox said.
“You mean…?” said Sally
“Yes, time to die!” Said the Fox Sunite Agent.
Sally threw a fairly slow tennis ball-sized bolt with what power she had left,
The Fox barely had to duck sideways to avoid it.
“Missed!” he sneered.
The ball slumped in mid-flight and fell into the chicken coup behind him.
“You mean….” Said sally, “That you are just a mercenary”
She knew that he was not,
She knew suspected what he might be,
But she needed him to say it!
“No you pathetic ‘Over Wipe’ Sow!”
“I am one of the five select Sinister Satite’s of The High Order”
“You’re a SATITE AGENT!” Sally cried out!
“Oh! I am so, much more than just a mere agent, You Sunite Cow!”
“You never had a chance against me”
The fear went from Sally's face,
“And I…” She said
“Never missed!”
The sudden confidence in her stance made the Fox fatally hesitate.
The eight chickens of the travelling Best Chicken Soup Company suddenly stopped being chickens and remembered who they really were.
The last thing the eight elite Sunite Inquisitor Battle Wizards remembered was closing a circle around an adult and two children in the woods.
They remembered the red-headed children in tears as they raised their red wands to kill.
Those same red wands were in their hands now.
They were all confused, battled hardened, Satite hating zealots.
In their hyped, confused, aggressive state the very first thing they saw was a large man with an axe shouting at frightened woman.
“You mean….” Said the helpless women, “That you are just a mercenary”
The man with an Axe barked back at her,
“No you pathetic ‘Over Wipe’ Sow!”
“I am one of the five select Sinister Satite’s of The High Order”
“You’re a SATITE AGENT!” The woman cried out!
“Oh! I am so, much more than just a mere agent, You Sunite Cow!”
“You never had a chance against me”
The fear went from the woman's face as she subtly nodded at the eight Sunite Inquisitor Battle Wizard's
“And I…” She said
“Never missed!”
The sudden confidence in the woman made the Satite, would be axe killer hesitate.
The eight elite Sunite battle wizards looked at each other and shrugged in unison.
It was obviously a confession of sorts.
Then opened fire!
Surprise attack!
Point blank range!
Under normal circumstances, the High Order Satite could defeat eighty such wizards without breaking a sweat.
Let alone a mere eight.
But the fox was taken totally by surprise as the full power of eight elite Battle Wizards cast attack spells, flew into the back of his head at point-blank range.
This Made him drop his highly enchanted wood axe and scream in pain.
The Sinister High Order of the Satites was the Satitte equivalent of the Sinister Agents of the Sunite Hand.
He was of equal status as Layl Tooker but on the side of the Satite Empire instead of the Sunite Empire.
Like Layl’s seal given to him by the Sunite order of the Sinister hand,
The seal of the High Order gave the Satite agent a lot of protection.
So after the initial sting, he spun around and vaporised all eight Sunite Elite Battle Wizards.
I took an effort to concentrate because he had a concussion.
His own head blood was getting in his eyes.
Where was his magical blood axe?
He shook his own head roughly afterwards to attempt to remain conscious.
It was easy for Granny Phug to simply step up behind him now and simply finish him off with his own highly enchanted axe through his neck.
The Magical Axe sang in pleasure at the tasting of such powerful magical blood.
It was an axe that could chop through-hardened, cold, volcanic rock as if it were mere soft, warm, cheese.
Despite the power of the axe, the High Oder seal was stronger.
It took another four additional swings to finally chop off the Fox agents head.
Granny Rach Phug, spat on the headless corpse.
“That!”
“You Smeared Under Wipe!!
“Was for my grandson!” she hissed!
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