Barbaric Spouse, Descry the Night's Lure-Chapter 37: Scene XXXVII

Tension from the threat could be felt through Gilead’s muscles.

As if seeing his head be cut inside them, the faint chartreuse of Kir’s hues showed the bloody destiny he was to find if his determination weakened.

"You can’t stay Gilead! How’re we to survive if you stay?!"

Then, the beat-up Baron’s interruption made Kir’s eyeballs roll in annoyance, to face him with the hard truth.

"You think you’ll survive?"

"..."

"Heh... Men! This idiot thinks he will survive the plains! Hahaha!"

Once more the entertained men broke into mocking laughter.

"hahaha... Ah... They won’t even make it to the Granite Tower... haha... Ah... Well, Gilead. As I was saying... Your head, it would be nice. Looks easy to cut. Fwoosh~... Like that. What do you say?"

"... I am staying and with my head attached."

"....."

Kir stared bored at the lad’s composed reaction, hiding well the uncertainty at the risk he was taking.

Protruding his lips while scratching his beard in ponder, Kir came forward again, curious this time.

"You truly want to stay, huh? Why? You liked it here?? This mist is quite the seducer, isn’t it?" — Waving his hand to show the thick of the mist surrounding them, Kir asked. Not interested in what else he had to say.

Nonetheless, Gilead had gone on this journey to these lands with his useless lord for one purpose.

"I like the idea of me cutting your neck later."

"... oh?" — Wide-eyed. Amused at the gamble he spouted, Kir looked at him, finally interested. Glowing his eyes in expectation. — "You want my head, lad? Haha... Are you here to learn our savage ways so you can take this Myrkzver’s server’s head?"

"... A few limbs too."

"Ahahahaha some limbs too, he says!!" — Walking towards one of his prepared men, Kir laughed. Taking one of the axes they offered and dropping it to Gilead’s feet.

"Let’s taste the worth of that threat, lad. You either die... Or your pride does."

Without touching the spiked axe on his back, Kir continued to use the humble blade on his hilt and invited the unsure guard into the brawl he couldn’t get from his Master.

"Come on... Take it."

"..."

Gilead hesitated. However... With according caution, he lowered to take the weapon, without taking his eyes off from the wild threatening eyes.

"Haha... A’ight... Is it heavy?"

"Not so–?!! ..k!!"

"It’s because you’re holding it like a pussy! Hold it correctly. Or even bleeding you dry won’t be worth it."

In a fast movement, Kir had slid his knife’s sharpness through the round one of Gilead’s axe. Pushing it up so the back would hit his nose, breaking it marvellously in an unnatural turn, bathing the steel in his blood.

"humnfff... Gasp....k!" — Pain was strongly felt. Nonetheless, the source of his blurred sight was the frustrated rage born within the guard that once again was submitted to the Constable to the Spiked Axe mocking.

"Fuck! phtoo... Darn ole..."

The leak of his blood that came to his mouth was spit. And meeting the unresponsive smirk of the Sire, Gilead took the impulse to attack the primitive man.

An erratic vertical swing; easily avoided to then horizontally spin it trying to cut Kir’s side. Only to receive a hit on the plain flank of the weapon by Kir’s elbow, which skilfully halted the raising motion of his fist holding the blade he was using... So it would end pointing to Gilead’s throat, as its sharp length pressed against the skin that led to his chin.

"... Chin up, lad... The third one is the last one you get to see light."

Slowly, he took away his knife. Letting Gilead find hold of the ground he had lost as he controlled his unstable weight so the blade wouldn’t cut him further.

"..... Sire. This fellow is useless... Even when I was a third of him, I didn’t stink as much as he does."

"You still stink, Sid."

"Not as much as this one."

"....."

Looking at Gilead’s dazed eyes, trying to maintain his focus because of his broken nose... Kir calmly stared, waiting for him to come once more. Seeing him stammer, still intending to plunge a hit he wouldn’t allow to reach its target.

’He’s no good with that pathetic stance.’ — The sober Sire conceived. — ’But he has the eye... He could deny a beast someday... Maybe.’

Concentrated on the prey, a gaze needed for these Lands rested dimly in Gilead’s eyes. Yet the experienced Kir was not entertained. Since he could easily end the hint within that gaze with their next clash.

"..... Sigh..." — Taking his axe, Kir started to stomp, towards Gilead. Whose sight was no longer of any use.

Shwiii—ing — His wrists moved, proving the feel of his weapon.

"Get the Baron down."

Kir told one of the men standing behind Gilead.

"Uh? Why–"

"Don’t make me repeat myself. Bring him down"

".... uh? No! Wait! Let go! What is this suddenly!?"

"Husband! What is this!? Weren’t you fighting that man!? Let him go!"

Peeking at the useless Gilead trying to discern any sight in his fainting stance, Kir ignored the lousy man’s whining, along with the annoying yapping of his wife.

"Hold him down. Or it’ll be more bothersome."

"W–what do you mean!? Oi! Let me go!"

"Cole!"

"ah... Damn it." — A shared groan of the present men was said out loud by Sid as they watched their Guard leader, placing himself right where he wanted. Uncovering that piece of limb he wanted to see. And then hearing how Kir’s axe lifted to finally smash its sharp peak through the man’s leg. Right below his knee.

"AAAAAAHHHHGGMmPHHH!! KH! MMPH! Huff!"

A piercing scream of pain was muffled by one of the men that placed a thick laying piece of wood in Cole’s mouth. While the sobbing sounds of his wife tried to also be muffled by her own hand, as other men held her so she wouldn’t fall off her mount out of dismay.

"Heh. A’ight... Now for the nice cut, Baron." — Kir then said. Staring into the tearing eyes of the injured man from above.

"HmPh! NnGmph!!"

Trying to scream at the barbarous man attempting to dismember him alive, Cole twisted as much as he could while the red of his blood commenced to flow from his mouth’s corners... while a bigger stream left through the pierced leg as the sound of the axe being twisted to take it out made the beaten man clench his every muscle in despairing pain.

"Watch Gilead while I do this, the guy’s at fault for this." — He then said. Glancing back at the young guard that couldn’t hold the pain any longer and dropped his weapon to lean on the horse’s mane as his nose bleed.

And then, the swing of his axe came.

Chunk... Thunk... Producing two strong, yet dry sounds from its hit against the flesh that was slightly drowned by the stirred scream of the Baron until he lost consciousness.

"Sigh... The things I have to do..."

"...! Frivolous man! Cursed be your disgusting blood!!"

Taking the severed foot, Kir then went to face Gilead, that slowly began to discern with strong blinking the scene at the ground.

"See this, Gilead?... This much is your worth right now."

Grabbing his head so he could see the piece he had taken from the Baron, Kir told the confused man with ominous tone.

"You’ll stay... At least until you make me want to fuck your brains out with a stick as that annoying woman does."