Party Crasher

Vigil walked slowly towards the courtyard, using the clay houses as cover, though he wasn't preoccupied with being seen. Security looked really lax; the majority of the guards were drinking while the few that remained were over the walls.

He looked up towards the left and his eyes widened in surprise. The girl was already high up in the wall and was just dispatching another orc. She threw him over the ledge after throwing a needle straight to his head.

'Just who is she? And how did she get kidnapped by these bastards' he thought to himself. Though he wanted to find some answers, he too needed to do his own part.

With his back against the clay house wall, he peeked towards the courtyard. Some of the guards looked like they passed out drunk while the others were moving sluggishly.

The main issue was their leader, who despite the heavy drinking, appeared completely unfazed. His posture was strict, and his eyes looked sharp like the last time they met.

Vigil looked towards its hand, where the dagger had been before. He focused, emptying his mind and closing his eyes, it was almost like he was in a different place. Then something different felt on his hands. The dagger had increased in size and thickness, it fully transformed into a short sword.

The weapon felt exactly the same way as the dagger. It was light as a feather and the hilt fit on vigil's hands almost like a glove. The blade itself had a dark deep red colour, it didn't gleam like ordinary steel, instead, it seemed to absorb light.

He felt his blood pool weakening when he formed the short sword in his hands. He thought the dagger wouldn't be enough against the orc leader. The fight ahead demanded something heavier and deadlier.

He smiled proudly with the short sword in his hands. His control over his body was improving, although slowly.

Vigil gave one last look towards his companion. "Lun watch my back, I'm counting on you"

"I will always be by your side master" it said, while small sharp bones began to grow along the edges of its wings.

Vigil's nails grew sharp but remained short enough to avoid hindering his grip on the short sword. His eyes turned into his natural colour, a deep glowing dark red, as he scanned the courtyard, waiting for the perfect moment.

He turned and dashed forward towards the courtyard, his legs were beaming with energy and sheer power. Vigil shortened the distance in a few seconds. Before the group of guards could even register his presence, he slashed the nearest one across the belly, sending the man towards the ground.

"A life force has been extinguish…"

The others were too slow to react, the alcohol had done its part. Vigil was already moving towards the larger group. It was his chance to spread as much chaos as possible and to reduce their numbers before fighting against their leader.

He struck again, his short sword sliced through another guard, who failed to draw his weapon in time. The Orc leader widened his eyes in anger while his muscles tensed in rage. His figure seemed to grow even larger.

"Kill him! You worthless bastards!" his voice was hoarse. It echoed throughout the courtyard. The remaining soldiers rushed to obey their leaders' orders.

"Surround him! Cut off his escape!" screamed one of the guards.

The group started to move with their weapons drawn, though their movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. Vigil didn't remain still; he dashed towards the guards that were closing in on him.

Guard A, moved forward with his axe high in the air, aiming to cut him down in two. But Vigil was faster, he sidestepped to the left. When he was about to retaliate, guard B lunged from the side, his sword trusting towards Vigil's throat.

But Vigil's sharp nails caught it out in mid-air, and with a swift brutal move, he twisted his hands, snapping the sword and driving his sharp nails towards its arm. He severed the limb clean, almost surgically. The guard screamed as both the weapon and his arm fell towards the ground.

Vigil laughed as he felt the blood singing to him. He turned towards Guard A; its face was pale and his arms trembled because of the carnage he witnessed. And he too was slow to react, either because of the alcohol or the primal fear that screamed for survival in his limbs.

With a flick of his wrist, Vigil's short sword flashed towards its neck, raining tears of blood, he crumbled to the ground, lifeless.

Three were already moving on his back, he was about to dash when a pair of whistles cut through the air. Needles struck them with fierce precision. One of the guards growled as his feet were suddenly pinned to the ground. The other two, fell forward, their backs imprinted with small metallic needles.

Vigil turned his eyes and saw the girl jumping down from one of the houses, it looked like she had finished her part. Hanging on her back was a massive pair of scissors, towering over her slim figure. It looked almost comical if it wasn't for the glim of the sharp blades. The sight was both amusing and absurd.

"You're late for the party", Vigil said, his voice filled with amusement.

"Hardly. It's just getting started" she answered while reaching for her scissors.

"You deal with the guards, I'm going to have a meeting with their leader," said Vigil, a dangerous smile forming on his lips.

He communicated telepathically to Lun, who was having fun with one of the guards who miserably tried to reach him, its blade reaching the air, while his face was full of scratches. "Protect the girl".

The bat didn't utter a single word, he finished the orc with a deep cut on his head and moved almost instantly towards the girl.

Vigil dashed towards the orc leader, whose face was almost unrecognizable with rage. The orc roared loudly as his hands reached for the hilt of his massive axe. He rushed forward, his axe was high in the air, ready to cleave Vigil in two.

The distance between the two closed in an instant. Vigil rolled towards the left while ducking his head, he felt the wind of the slash at the tips of his hair. Using the momentum from his roll, he slashed the orc's left leg with his sharp nails, but it wasn't deep enough, his skin was harder than expected.

The two locked eyes for a brief moment. Vigil smirked as his voice was laced with sheer mockery. "It's like you said. I really do lack the elegance of an elf. Crashing your party like this."

"You will wish u never escaped that cell".

The orc charged forward with a speed that would be unbelievable for a figure of his size, his axe came down with brute force, and the air whistled as the blade clashed against Vigil's short sword. The impact sent a small shockwave that sent Vigil towards a wall of a clay house, his figure embedded in the wall.

A small drop of blood flowed outside Vigil's mouth, he pushed himself off the wall and looked towards the orc, whose eyes looked him down with a sense of superiority.

"Not bad for a pig like you," said Vigil while cleaning his lip with his wrist.

The orc didn't utter a word. Instead, it rushed forward, aiming to crush Vigil against the wall. But Vigil was faster. At the last moment, he dashed toward the orc's legs, slashed its ankle with his nails, and slipped away.

The orc smashed into the wall with brute force. Vigil was on the orc's back and took the moment to briefly check on the girl. She was dancing between the guards; her movements were graceful and fluid as she deadly dispatched the last few orcs.

Vigil's attention snapped back towards the orc leader. He tightened the grip of his sword and rushed towards his back, marking his nails deep as he climbed towards the head.