IllyasArt Hello! This is my latest novel! Unlike my other novels, this one isn't finished yet. The first volume is finished, though. And you can buy it on Amazon here. If you would be so kind, you can also get the first volume(and anything else I've made.) on my Patreon for donating $10 or over that, here. If you wish for updates, the $10 and over tiers will give you access to chapters when I actually finish them. (Maybe one a day? Idk, as I will be mainly working on other novels as well. But, there will at least be one new chapter every few days.)
Chapter 35: Tired of Falling.
*Celia’s POV*
Odd shifts in my personality aside, this whole situation wasn’t going anywhere fast. Even if I wanted to pay them off, I do not think it would work out. How would they even carry thousands of Mana Crystals? Not to mention that they would be fugitives on the run the entire time as well.
Celia: “Then it seems that negotiations have fallen through.” I say with a grim tone.
“Bandit” Commander: “How unfortunate. We might not be able to kill you, but we will sure as hell wound you as much as we can! Men, attack!” He yelled with an angry tone and expression.
Fucking bastard! Aren’t you supposed to be an honorable knight!? Fucking whatever! I am killing them all! My moral compass that says that I shouldn’t kill other people be damned! Thus I started to fight the remaining “bandits” with all I got.
While I was fighting them, the knights tried to join the fight as well. Which was something that I couldn’t let happen. As I managed to make it here before anyone died, I would hate for there to be even one casualty on our side.
Celia: “You all! Stick to defending your charges! I can handle this lot, just protect them from anyone that slips by!” I yell in a tone that said that I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
What I said made them stand down, so now I can focus completely on dealing with the fight in front of me. Dodging was a nightmare, and I ended up with cuts here and there. But nothing more than shallow cuts were landed on me.
On their side, with every five scratches that they landed on me, I would reap one of theirs. Them being outclassed by me, wasn’t noticed by them, due to how I am covered in blood. But it was mainly their group’s blood, not mine. Thus my appearance gave them the illusion that I was being grinded down, and that they could eventually kill me.
I was keeping up pace with the bandits, so well that they couldn’t handle me at all. But an incident occurred… The knight who was holding up the carriage by herself, started to fight the bandits with me. This was an extremely foolish thing to do.
Within minutes, she was being oppressed by five bandits. Cutting down those in my way, I quickly made it to her side. Right as a knight was about to land a strike to her torso, that would definitely kill her, I made it to her and blocked the attack.
The unfortunate thing is that I had to push her out of the way, so I “blocked” the attack with my back. It sure as hell hurt like a bitch to get slashed by a sword… I lost almost 200 HP from his attack, something that irked me greatly. But I still had plenty of HP to spare. Now I just had to endure the searing pain, and focus on fighting…
*Some Time Later.*
Most of the “bandits” were dead, but I was covered in various wounds. My HP was down to only a hundred, so I was being even more careful than before. With the knights, and their ladies to my left, and the remaining two bandits, counting their commander, in front of me, the battle was soon to be over.
The last bandit rushed over to me with an attack that was intended to wound or kill me, even at the cost of his life. Remembering an action movie that I once watched, I dodged to the left of the attack, and then tripped him with my leg. Once the bandit was on the ground, I used my sword to impale his head, killing him.
Celia: “Now it is down to you, fake bandit commander.” I say with a confident tone.
My confidence was very false, as I was near death at the moment. But I am sure my blood covered appearance is terrifying enough for my words to hold at least some weight.
“Bandit” Commander: “So it seems, lass. But if you think that I am going down without taking you with me, then you’d be absolutely wrong.” He said with a smirk.
Celia: “Huh? What do you even mean by that? Come then, I dare you try and take my life!” I yell in response.
He didn’t say anything else, and rushed up to me. I was prepared to block his attack, before then finishing him off. But then he threw his sword away. And I stupidly followed it with my eyes, while I was distracted, the man tackled me off of the cliff…
I think that I heard one of the women yell for me… Aww… how sweet. Anyway, while falling, this fucker kept holding on to me, so I had to take a dagger out of my pouch, and stab him in the head with it. With him dead, I pushed the corpse off of me, and stabbed my sword into the cliff face. Man… how many fucking times will I be falling in this life?…
With wounds all over my body, including my arms, the sudden stop from me doing this caused me great pain. So much pain, that I surprisingly yelped… Catching my breath, I tried to calm down. The searing pain all over my body, truly prevent my efforts to calm down greatly…
After ten minutes, I was able to calm down, and tried to figure out a way to get back up the cliff. I quickly came up with an idea! I should just use various weaponry from my pouch, to climb up with them one by one. Frankly, I only need my short sword, and my normal sword to do this.
Just like that, while standing on one of the swords, I would stab one of my swords higher up on the cliff, climb up onto it, and then take the lower down one out. Then I just had to repeat this a shit ton of times. Annoyingly, I was constantly getting cut by my own swords…
*Much Climbing Later.*
By the time I made it up the cliff, I had already lost most of my HP. I had only 5 HP remaining at the moment. This is the closest that I have ever been to dying…
Once up the cliff, I couldn’t see any of the people that I helped. What the fuck!? I saved you all, and you don’t even have the decency to wait and make sure that I died!? Fuck!
Ruina: “Celia!? What the hell happened while I was gone!?” She yelled with an extremely concerned tone.
I lost far too much blood to respond to her at all. Luckily, I could see the carriage off in the distance. It seems that they just now gave up, and figured that I died. They were still within a distance that I could run. Even in my fucked up state.
I was still bleeding, so I was rapidly losing HP as I ran. Once I made it to the carriage, the knights realized that I was still alive, so the carriage stopped. Which was good, since I was about to pass out…
I do not know how much HP that I still had left, but before I passed out, one of the women that I saved caught me. Ah, man, breasts surely are nice to rest your head on! That was the last thing that I thought before fully losing consciousness…
IllyasArt Hello! This is my latest novel! Unlike my other novels, this one isn't finished yet. The first volume is finished, though. And you can buy it on Amazon here. If you would be so kind, you can also get the first volume(and anything else I've made.) on my Patreon for donating $10 or over that, here. If you wish for updates, the $10 and over tiers will give you access to chapters when I actually finish them. (Maybe one a day? Idk, as I will be mainly working on other novels as well. But, there will at least be one new chapter every few days.)
Chapter 35: Tired of Falling.
*Celia’s POV*
Odd shifts in my personality aside, this whole situation wasn’t going anywhere fast. Even if I wanted to pay them off, I do not think it would work out. How would they even carry thousands of Mana Crystals? Not to mention that they would be fugitives on the run the entire time as well.
Celia: “Then it seems that negotiations have fallen through.” I say with a grim tone.
“Bandit” Commander: “How unfortunate. We might not be able to kill you, but we will sure as hell wound you as much as we can! Men, attack!” He yelled with an angry tone and expression.
Fucking bastard! Aren’t you supposed to be an honorable knight!? Fucking whatever! I am killing them all! My moral compass that says that I shouldn’t kill other people be damned! Thus I started to fight the remaining “bandits” with all I got.
While I was fighting them, the knights tried to join the fight as well. Which was something that I couldn’t let happen. As I managed to make it here before anyone died, I would hate for there to be even one casualty on our side.
Celia: “You all! Stick to defending your charges! I can handle this lot, just protect them from anyone that slips by!” I yell in a tone that said that I wouldn’t take no for an answer.
What I said made them stand down, so now I can focus completely on dealing with the fight in front of me. Dodging was a nightmare, and I ended up with cuts here and there. But nothing more than shallow cuts were landed on me.
On their side, with every five scratches that they landed on me, I would reap one of theirs. Them being outclassed by me, wasn’t noticed by them, due to how I am covered in blood. But it was mainly their group’s blood, not mine. Thus my appearance gave them the illusion that I was being grinded down, and that they could eventually kill me.
I was keeping up pace with the bandits, so well that they couldn’t handle me at all. But an incident occurred… The knight who was holding up the carriage by herself, started to fight the bandits with me. This was an extremely foolish thing to do.
Within minutes, she was being oppressed by five bandits. Cutting down those in my way, I quickly made it to her side. Right as a knight was about to land a strike to her torso, that would definitely kill her, I made it to her and blocked the attack.
The unfortunate thing is that I had to push her out of the way, so I “blocked” the attack with my back. It sure as hell hurt like a bitch to get slashed by a sword… I lost almost 200 HP from his attack, something that irked me greatly. But I still had plenty of HP to spare. Now I just had to endure the searing pain, and focus on fighting…
*Some Time Later.*
Most of the “bandits” were dead, but I was covered in various wounds. My HP was down to only a hundred, so I was being even more careful than before. With the knights, and their ladies to my left, and the remaining two bandits, counting their commander, in front of me, the battle was soon to be over.
The last bandit rushed over to me with an attack that was intended to wound or kill me, even at the cost of his life. Remembering an action movie that I once watched, I dodged to the left of the attack, and then tripped him with my leg. Once the bandit was on the ground, I used my sword to impale his head, killing him.
Celia: “Now it is down to you, fake bandit commander.” I say with a confident tone.
My confidence was very false, as I was near death at the moment. But I am sure my blood covered appearance is terrifying enough for my words to hold at least some weight.
“Bandit” Commander: “So it seems, lass. But if you think that I am going down without taking you with me, then you’d be absolutely wrong.” He said with a smirk.
Celia: “Huh? What do you even mean by that? Come then, I dare you try and take my life!” I yell in response.
He didn’t say anything else, and rushed up to me. I was prepared to block his attack, before then finishing him off. But then he threw his sword away. And I stupidly followed it with my eyes, while I was distracted, the man tackled me off of the cliff…
I think that I heard one of the women yell for me… Aww… how sweet. Anyway, while falling, this fucker kept holding on to me, so I had to take a dagger out of my pouch, and stab him in the head with it. With him dead, I pushed the corpse off of me, and stabbed my sword into the cliff face. Man… how many fucking times will I be falling in this life?…
With wounds all over my body, including my arms, the sudden stop from me doing this caused me great pain. So much pain, that I surprisingly yelped… Catching my breath, I tried to calm down. The searing pain all over my body, truly prevent my efforts to calm down greatly…
After ten minutes, I was able to calm down, and tried to figure out a way to get back up the cliff. I quickly came up with an idea! I should just use various weaponry from my pouch, to climb up with them one by one. Frankly, I only need my short sword, and my normal sword to do this.
Just like that, while standing on one of the swords, I would stab one of my swords higher up on the cliff, climb up onto it, and then take the lower down one out. Then I just had to repeat this a shit ton of times. Annoyingly, I was constantly getting cut by my own swords…
*Much Climbing Later.*
By the time I made it up the cliff, I had already lost most of my HP. I had only 5 HP remaining at the moment. This is the closest that I have ever been to dying…
Once up the cliff, I couldn’t see any of the people that I helped. What the fuck!? I saved you all, and you don’t even have the decency to wait and make sure that I died!? Fuck!
Ruina: “Celia!? What the hell happened while I was gone!?” She yelled with an extremely concerned tone.
I lost far too much blood to respond to her at all. Luckily, I could see the carriage off in the distance. It seems that they just now gave up, and figured that I died. They were still within a distance that I could run. Even in my fucked up state.
I was still bleeding, so I was rapidly losing HP as I ran. Once I made it to the carriage, the knights realized that I was still alive, so the carriage stopped. Which was good, since I was about to pass out…
I do not know how much HP that I still had left, but before I passed out, one of the women that I saved caught me. Ah, man, breasts surely are nice to rest your head on! That was the last thing that I thought before fully losing consciousness…
