Silverhart Online 24 A Minor Skirmish

The Cat-folk Warrior could only widen his slit yellow eyes upon witnessing five blasts of violet magical energy slamming forth violently on the backs of his four Bandit adversaries, with the added misfortune of one of them receiving two blasts instead of one.

As the Cat-folk looks to where the source of the attack is, he was able to see that an Elf of all people has lent his unexpected aid.

"Fuck!!" One of the Bandits screamed in rage at the sudden ambush as they all turn their backs and found an Elven Mage at a cliff above them, smirking arrogantly.

Turning their back is the greatest mistake that they ever made as the Cat-folk wasted no time in stabbing one of them in the back, blood staining the blade of his Greatsword, dealing massive critical damage due to how the blow was delivered, thus resulting in the Bandit's pixelated death.

"A little bit of advice before I send all your insignificant souls to the planes of Hellas." The Cat-folk announced as he finally finished off the unfortunate one out of the group of brigands. "Never show your vulnerable back on the heat of combat."

Now down at three, the Bandits could not help but be distressed, especially by the newcomer who possesses magic in his arsenal.

Thus, the fight resumes with the Cat-folk holding out his own very well against the two Bandits while the other one attempts to draw out a crossbow from his Inventory to take the Mage down in long-range combat.

Of course, emphasis on the word "attempt" as Gray did not spare the crossbow-wielding Bandit a moment of breathing space.

Taking advantage of the vantage point, Gray instantly casts

Gray wastes no time as he mercilessly dispatches the unlucky Bandit with basic Arcane attacks from his staff, showcasing his continuous onslaught as the Bandit scream in utmost agony, each blast of powerful Arcane Energy being aimed all over the man's dying body on the ground before eventually succumbing to death's cruel end.

'Strange.' Gray thought darkly as he garnered his first murder of a human being in this fantasy world, now setting his gazes warily on his palm. 'The rabbits, I can probably understand, but why do I feel no qualms in killing that guy? Sure, this world may be based on an RPG but this the world that I live in, it's all too real now. He may be a Bandit, a criminal, but am I really supposed to feel this way? Is the System might be the cause of this state of tranquility that I'm currently feeling in the face of killing?'

The mere thought genuinely scares but mostly excites him altogether.

Too many questions but all unanswered.

Hopefully, it will all be cleared up in the future.

In all honesty though, Gray just wants to enjoy every opportunity that this fantasy-driven world has to offer, so he will be embracing at whatever his conscience dictates him to do since he is no longer bound by some of the constricting mindset of his original world.

Anyways, Gray decided that it's no use dwelling on that train of thought too much as he got more important matters to attend to.

"Hehe, it seems that the tides of battle have officially turned on my favor." The Cat-folk grins, baring his sharp fangs for the Bandits to see. "Not that this changes anything though, you pitiful rascals were doomed the moment you dare to cross me and my blade!!"

With a vigorous shout, the battlefield erupted by the bellow of the Cat-folk Warrior, causing the remaining Bandits to be demoralized by such intimidating act.

The same can't be said about Gray though as he suddenly felt empowered by the Cat-folk's amazing feat.

BUFF RECEIVED:

- Damage output is increased by 10% for Allies and decreased by 10% for Enemies. It lasts for 35 seconds.

'Wow, that's one sick move.' Gray was definitely impressed by the Cat-folk's awe-deserving action on the skirmish below. 'Looks to be a support skill in my opinion. Is he perhaps a Warrior of that nature?'

The Cat-folk proves himself to be a capable fighter of his own. Despite having to deal with two armed opponents, he's able to manage himself quite well, blocking every blow and returning every attack with intense ferocity as fit to his Beastly ancestry.

If an opening presented itself, the Warrior assumes no wasted movement, brutally striking the Bandits at where they stand with the heavy swing of his Greatsword.

The Bandits themselves are rather clumsy in their movements, evident by their lack of proper combat training. The Cat-folk however only displays himself with nothing but the vigor and discipline of an esteemed Warrior, akin to a well-trained soldier in the army.

Gray himself does not find the need anymore to assist him, seeing how proficient the Cat-folk is in handling himself in combat as the Elf opted to take a sit leisurely on his spot while merely observing the events unfolding.
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The Cat-folk in a quick motion hits one of the wretched Bandits with the pommel of his Greatsword. With the said Bandit now being disoriented by the hard blow, the Cat-folk seized the chance and effortlessly decapitated the man, sending him to a pixelated demise.

His beheaded corpse then forms into a crystal, just like the rest of his dead outlaw brethren.

The other Bandit, seeing that he is now all alone and standing no chance against the two non-humans, tries to flee from the scene with a look of panic.

Of course, Gray was having none of that as he casts on the last Bandit, slowing his movement speed for the Cat-folk to catch him as the Elf still has plans in mind for the criminal.

"Wait, don't kill him!!!" Gray orders loudly at the Cat-folk, causing the latter to look at the Elf in genuine confusion.

Gray hurryingly maneuvers himself down to the scene, approaching the Cat-folk Warrior in a friendly manner.

"What is your business with this Bandit, stranger?" The Cat-folk questions Gray.

Gray smiles nonchalantly as he crossed his arms. "I have something particular in mind against the Bandit that you are holding."

"I see." The Cat-folk nods. "Very well, since you have assisted me, I'll allow it. But first, I also have some queries I have to discuss with our new friend over here, explaining why he's still breathing at this very moment. Of course, that may change in a moment unless he is willing to talk."

The Cat-folk then commenced interrogating the Bandit with a serious tone. "Tell me, where is your encampment?"

"I'll never tell you anything, Cat!!" The Bandit stared at him in utmost defiance.

"Is that so?" The Cat-folk growled as he chokes the Bandit in the neck with his incredible beastly hands and lifted him in the air.

The Bandit definitely is in a world of suffering as his life slowly flashes away right in his very eyes, begging for the Cat-folk to stop with his pleading cry.

The Cat-folk then released his deathly grasp off the Bandit, sending the man coughing and breathing profusely for oxygen.

"Now, are you going to talk?" The Cat-folk stared at the Bandit with his intimidating slit eyes.

"Okay, okay!! Please have mercy!!" The Bandit seemed to have gotten the message as he begs for his life. "You will spare me after I tell you, right kind sir?"

"You have my word, human." The Cat-folk answers as he assures the Bandit.

"Alright." The Bandit then reveals the information to him. "The encampment is about a day and a half from here, north around here. I'll mark it on your map."

The Cat-folk nods as he withdraws his own

"T-there." The Bandit says as he stutters nervously on his speaking. "Now, w-will you let me go?"

"Of course, I always keep my word." The Cat-folk bare a toothy grin. His demeanor though suddenly takes a dark turn as his smile turns sinister. "But my new Elven friend here? I'm not so sure."

"Wait, what?!!" The Bandit gasps in horror as the Cat-folk pushes him to Gray.

The Elf immediately catches the Bandit as both of their faces are now staring directly with one another.

"It's nothing personal," Gray says to the Bandit with a playful smirk. "I'm just feeling hungry, that's all."

And with that, the Cat-folk could only widen his eyes with astonishment once more upon witnessing the ominous preceding. He could only marvel at the Elven Mage draining some sort of blue magical energy right from the Bandit's mouth, rendering the human's flesh dry until eventually shattering into pixels.

+20 Permanent Bonus to MANA!!

'A Mana Essence of a Human.' Gray smiles in satisfaction as he savors the sweet, mouthwatering flavor of Arcane delicacy. 'Not bad, definitely tastes better than the Rabid Rabbits but significantly less so than the Were-Rabbit.'

As he relishes the tastiness of the succulent Arcane meal, he was interrupted by the Cat-folk who shares his view of the matter.

"An Arcanist." The Cat-folk utter the word in a calm voice. "I've heard rumors of such Mages who sustain themselves with the Mana Essence of his victims. It appears that it is all true indeed."

Gray turns to look at the Cat-folk, his eyes all wary, contemplating what he should do on the matter as it seems that the Warrior knows about his true class.

Hopefully with none of them ending in bloodshed.

Chapter end