C5Clan of war

"Nicta... NICTA!" I jerk and open my eyes, my sword cuts down another beast and I look around, there are hundred laying around me, And I can see more being dragged off by scavengers that don't want to fight me, "we're leaving, everyone's gathered up so get up here." I turn and run, surprisingly the beasts let me pas, I must've killed too many of them and made them tired of dealing with me,I'm definitely further into the horde than I was when I blacked out "hey lady, how long have I been fighting?" I hope it's lot been over ten minutes, if I spend too long in the berserkers mindset it hurts my body "in total? Thirty minutes, counting from the time you stopped answering me? Seven or eight. You've killed a total of..." she asks someone how high the last body count was and reports the number to me, four hundred thirty five, that's not including the two that I killed without the sword, or the ones that I baited into Cioras' sword. I quickly reach the hill, but bu now the fight has caught up with me, I slow to a walk and try to massage some of the pain from my arms, especially the one I've been swinging this sword around with. "You can let that sword go, it'll stay here until I need it then it will come to me." Is that how it works? That's cool. I'm having fantasies of holding out my hand and a sword flying into it from afar now, maybe shattering a mountain on the way to its master... no, a mountain is too big, just rip through a few enemies that are in its path. I leave it at the bottom of the hill and make my way up, and soon Cioras at my side, "that was amazing, when you helped me kill the beasts I knew you were good but you're far better than I thought!" She reminds me of my sister, an optimistic personality wrapped in a happy exterior, with a bow of kindness on top. I smile and pat her head, my arm still hurts but if I don't keep the muscle limber I'll end up with a cramp, I'll have to find a place to take a bath tonight it'll help with the pain, and if I can get a massage from someone it'll be a nice night. "Hey Ciora, have you ever given anyone a massage?" She cocks her head a moment and shakes it, but after a second she digs around in the bag she brought with her "if you need one I can recommend this place, it's called the pleasure palace but it's not... that kind of place. They deal in food, baths, massages, and just about anything you could need, they also offers daily jobs for people who need money." I nod and tuck the card in my pocket, I'll check the place out later, hopefully the baths will meet my needs. "Alright, everyone through the portal, we're going back to the city." Most everyone floods into the portal the city master opened, but there are two men who look like brothers and a couple of other people here and there that stay "Sir, at this rate this guy will win, I'm not saying I can do better but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't at least get a chance right? The maiden is right here, what's the worst that could happen? I would like to stay and contribute." Great gods, do they think I wanted to sit down there, I was showing off to make sure I got chosen "please don't, I want to go home. And even if we do stay I'll be bored, which means I'll want to amuse myself, and, we'll, we're on a battlefield, what better way is there to amuse myself than to kill things. Plus you look like the kind of guy who overestimates himself, I don't feel like cleaning up after you because you forgot to kill a few beasts and got stuck in the horde. Besides that, why would you push the maiden into a fight, this is a fight to become her student, are you one of those that expects your teacher to take care of everything for you? You won't go far in life like that kid, trust me, I've killed plenty of people like that." He opens his mouth but doesn't say anything, and a few seconds later his companion steps forwards "you seem pretty arrogant why not sit back and find out if you're as good as you claim, if we can't get as many kills as you, end of story. Well all be down there but we'll go one at a time, the maiden won't interfere, but neither will you or the city master." I raise an eyebrow and walk up to him, Gauguin him as I do "how old are you?" He leans back, and when I continue advancing takes a few steps back before stopping when he realizes what he's done "twenty two why?" I nod and walk around to the other guy, gesturing to him, he's twenty two as well, so they likely are twins " I'm eighteen, I you have four years on me and you aren't sure if you can do that now. And before you bring lineage into this let me give you a piece of advice, don't talk war with a Vallen, I can still kill every single beast down there and I'll only sleep for four days." Silence descends with that revelation both men drop back, they know the stories, my family have been warriors for generations and only recently, in the last thousand years, did we become hero's, before that we were just called the warmonger clan. Sadly we lost that lust for battle and moved on to higher heavens, but I personally like fighting, I don't have to kill to have fun though I usually throw myself into situations where I must, but the fight still makes my blood boil.