CHAPTER SIX/ THE FLAMES OF MY BLADE

A arrow zoomed through the trees swiftly and gracefully. Landing right inside a black wolf's head. Ruby red blood gushing out as the wolf went limp. Jerry walking over as he ripped the arrow out.

His long blonde spiky hair flowing over his face, his light blue eye glowing as he looked down at the arrow. His hand gripping his sheathed blade on his waist.

"You two mind hurrying up, I'd like to get done with this by the end of the day." He said with a gruff as he walked forward.

Levy rose an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she looked down at the dead wolf. Sighing before she caught up with Jerry, her feet mushing in the mud.

"Why'd you take out the arrow? You do know these wolves have tough skin. It's probably dented." She asked calmly.

Vecta grabbed the wolf's tail, dragging it along with her as she skipped over to them.

A malicious grin on her face as she licked her lips. Her purple eyes glowing as they darted all over.

"Maybe it has some sort of sentimental value to him. Ya kill your first chicken with that, Windfield?" She said, cackling.

Jerry rolled his eye as he adjusted his eyepatch. "I just don't waste arrows. I'd run out if I let them stay in the bodies." He said coldly.

Levy sighed again as she spoke, "You could just ask to borrow some of mine, I don't mind giving you some."

"No." He responded.

Levy facepalmed as she kept up with his fast paste easily. "Oh? So you're being difficult on purpose then?"

Jerry stopped as he turned to her. Having a hard glare on his face, but Levy didn't flinch. "You mind backing off? You're kinda intruding on my personal space."

"Hmph, you said that like a threat. And yet I can tell you won't do anything to me. Considering you saving me yesterday, I can tell you have a bit of a good heart at least." She said, looking him up and down.

"Anyone else in that situation would have done the same." He said, turning back as he started walking again.

"Sure. Some of them would've. But it was you, and I take notice of things. Oh and, thanks for that." She said, bumping into him deliberately. Jerry snarling as he shook his head, muttering under his breath.

Vecta smirked at the two, cracking her neck she threw her knife in a bush, hitting a wolf that was hiding in there as it whimpered before death.

"Awww, look at you two, already becoming friends. That's just so sweet." She said smirking.

Jerry scoffed, looking down to see her dragging now two dead wolves. "Are you seriously going too…..you know what, never mind."

Jerry suddenly bumps into Levy who suddenly stopped. Jerry about to go off on her, only to stop as he looked up, his hand immediately going to his blade as he clenched his jaw.

A gigantic white wolf with long black horns standing right in front of them. It's eyes completely white and blind, scars on them. Holding a bunch of dead Border Patrol knights right in its mouth.

Blood and honey dripping from of its teeth as it let out a low growl.

Vecta licked her lips as she stepped forward. "Ooooo! So this is the main course. I can't wait to have a bite!!"

Suddenly, wind gushed over. Slowly getting stronger and stronger as large footsteps were getting louder and louder.

That's when the monster himself roared out the dark trees. Gripping his new dark black axe tightly with a grin.

Jerry's face going from tense, to unbelievable hatred and rage as his eyes landed down Darius.

Darius's long blond spiky hair flowing with its brown strands. Now having a black eyepatch on his left eye. His right brown eye way darker than before.

His black cape flowing with mud.

Now wearing dark black spiky armor and black long boots. Holding his black knight helmet in his left hand. His right hand now made of metal and silver.

Darius slammed his axe down, slicing the Blind Wolf's tail right off as he hit the ground hard.

Mud gushed up as he rolled over, quickly dodging the wolf's speedy bite. Saliva and blood sloshed out its mouth.

Darius then threw his axe right on the wolf's foot. the Blind Wolf letting out a horrid roar of pain. Darius chuckled as he pulled out some tight rope. Starting to run all around the trees.

Launching some ropes around every tree he came across, causing some bark to splice out. Sliding across some mud as zoomed up.

Darius turning back as he ripped his axe out the wolf's foot. The wolf going back to swinging its claws ravishingly. He then started wrapping some of the rope around the wolf's legs, making it fall to the ground.

Finally, with a huge push, he launched himself far into the air. Darius pulling out a match stick as he pulled out a metal lighter. Lightning the match stack as he laughed darkly.

He dashed down, wind blowing past him before slamming the match stick right into a tree with some rope on it.

A blast of flames ignited all the trees with rope. Fire spreading all over as I connected with the wolf's legs. The wolf screaming horribly as it rolled all around.

The flames engulfing it as its skin turning ashy black. It's skull being revealed with burnt meat.

Darius standing up on the ground as he smirked, wiping the blood off his face.

Vecta looking in completely awe and dark thrill, while Levy's eyes narrowed with slight relief and fear.

"Ah! Now that's what I call a workout! Beast kill BEAST!!" He said, cracking his neck with a dark grin.

Darius suddenly tensed as he felt a sharp pain in his back. Instantly turning around with a smirk as he saw Jerry already on his back, stabbing his sword right through his spine.

Jerry's face covered in complete darkness, his light blue eye glowing. "Of course! Round Two already!!" Darius said, laughing as he prepared to grab his axe. But that's when a force of power appeared.

Jerry and Darius instantly falling to the ground as they struggled to move. Looking down to see themselves chained down by black chains.

Vecta and Levy dealing with the same situation as large steps started to come forward, echoing.

That's when Jerry turned to his right, seeing a large 7 feet tall figure stomping his way over.

This figure being known as the 5th Knave Lord. The bearer of wolves himself stepping in. Arch'Neiymar.

Arch'Neiymar having light brown skin and dark armor leggings. Being a strong buff old man with dark armor leggings and a black fur cape. White spikes on his back as his long pointy white hair burned with black flames.

Wearing a massive white crown on his head, his fiery eyes glowing. Gripping a humongous white batt with black spikes on it. His furry white mustache flowing.

Having a big three headed white wolf on his back. Head in the middle being a black wolf skull that had lava dripping from it.

His teeth old and cracked as he frowned. "YOU. ARE YOU THE BASTARD BRATS THAT DARE KILL MY CHILD?? HMPH....ITS ABOUT TIME I EAT SOME DAMN HEARTS ALREADY."