Headed by a Snake

Chapter 617 Children Of The Sea God

?That was enough for Tycondrius to intervene. Thus far in this Realm, he'd only met a single god he liked... and the sea god was not Hades.

Anyroad, he doubted that killing these few sahuagin would incur the sea god's wrath... as he or she didn't seem like a particularly caring individual.

He preferred it that way... as when time was not a factor, he preferred cheaply traveling by sea rather than by air.

Tycon snatched up a hard-shell crab who was crawling by.

'I apologize, Mister Krabs,' He whispered.

"Do it, coward!!" Krysaos shouted to the sahuagin leader with a face covered in tears and sand, "Are you a man or NOT?! I BET YOU WON'T!!"

Tycon tried not to roll his eyes as he pitched the unlucky crab at Krysaos' captor. It struck the fellow in the head and sent him crashing back into the waves.

...The crab righted itself and escaped into the waters, confused but unhurt.

Krysaos stood up and immediately jabbed a finger out towards Tycon, "AHA! See guys?! HE is the CHOSEN ONE! Now go get him!!!"

Tycon tilted his head. He sensed no... malice in Krysaos' words, as contrary as they seemed. What was he trying to do?

...He wondered if there was a subtle magic in the man's speech that he wasn't sensing.

"(How dare you attack us, human!)" One of the sahuagin clicked angrily.

"(Children of the Sea God! ATTAAAACK!!!!)" Another shrieked.

That was the one with the cutlass... and he was pointing it at Tycon. He decided he would break that one's arm.

"(DO NOTTTTTT!!!!!)" The tall one emerged from the waters, arms raised in a gurgling roar, "(The human with kelp-colored hair is NOT the Chosen One!!!)"

Krysaos whipped around to face the sahuagin leader, unafraid, "You callin' me a liar, you dickless motherf*cker?"

"?Shadowfang,?" Tycon sped his movement to reappear at Krysaos' side. He grabbed and twisted a certain sahuagin's wrist, disarming them of their cutlass.

Tycon offered the hilt of the stolen weapon towards his fickle human companion, Krysaos, "Your integrity is at question, friend. How will you respond?"

The supposed ship Captain took it without hesitation, "Oh, these f*cks are in for it, now."

"(DIIIIIEE!!!)" The sahuagin leader screamed, lifting his trident above his head and stabbing it down at Krysaos' head.

Tycon lowered his body, grabbing the hilt of his own sword. With a clean draw, he cut off the trident head to prevent Krysaos' anticlimactic death. Redirecting his blade, he then chopped it into the sahuagin leader's neck.

Simultaneously, Krysaos stabbed his sword through the leader's crotch, "Call me a liar, again!! I DARE YA!!"

Krysaos twisted his body to barely avoid another trident stab, wrenching his blade free and swinging it recklessly at a different sahuagin, "COME ONNNNN!!!"

Two sahuagin came at Tycon from different sides, attacking but at different intervals. Raising an eyebrow in amusement, he dodged one thrust. Grabbing the second trident, he used some strength to guide its tines into the first sahuagin's wide eye.

Krysaos ducked a trident stab, sloshing away through the water before gutting its wielder, "I've picked scabs off my CROTCH scalier than you!!!"

"Was that supposed to be an insult?" Tycon asked aloud.

His human companion didn't seem to have heard him, continuing to yell obscenities and absurd sailor-esque curses.

Tycon liked the way Krysaos moved. He was dodging attacks using basic, natural movements... forms very similar to the ones taught according to the White Raven sword manual.

--Then he was struck in the side by a swung trident, sending him sprawling into the shallow waves.

...He was doing so well, before that... so it was slightly disappointing.

"ALRIGHT! Which one of you f*cks did that?!?" He got to his feet quickly enough, but seemed slightly dazed.

Tycon casually grabbed a sahuagin's neck and crushed its throat as he sheathed his sword. Briefly running the tips of his fingers on his opposite arm, he snapped his fingers.

? ?Commander's Strike? activated. ?

Krysaos slashed his sword, cleaving off a lunging sahuagin's arms just below the wrists, "SCREW YOU, LADY!"

Tycon hesitated, quizzically looking at his hand. It seemed his ?Commander's Strike? had grown stronger to be able to instill his ally with such strength.

One of the sahuagin emerged from the waters behind Krysaos, trying to grab him with webbed claws.

"Sorry! I don't like to be embraced--" The human reflexively threw himself backward, smashing into the taller creature's chest.

He grabbed onto its arm, rotated his body, and threw it to the ground, "By DUDES!!!"

The movement was so fast, the throw so perfect, that Tycon had forgotten to snap his fingers.

...Thus, he snapped his fingers.

? ?Commander's Strike? activated. ?

With mana-empowered speed, Krysaos grabbed his dropped sword, then jammed it through the fallen sahuagin's open mouth.

He slowly righted his posture, looking towards Tycon with a guilty look on his stubbled face... "Not that being with men is wrong or anything-- that's just not me."

"That's fair," Tycon nodded.

"I'm jus' sayin'," Krysaos shrugged.

"No, no-- I agree with you," Tycon chuckled as he again snapped his fingers.

? ?Commander's Strike? activated. ?

Krysaos lunged forward jamming his cutlass into the last combative sahuagin's belly. Releasing his sword, he lifted them onto his back, then fell backward, slamming them into the waters.

Tycon sighed, staring at the sealine... at the eighth sahuagin frantically swimming away. He briefly considered summoning his crossbow and shooting at it... but the water's surface would largely reduce the effectiveness of any projectile.

"Krysaos, perhaps we should question the last--"

Tycon turned to find the gentleman two-handing his sword into the remaining sahuagin's eye.

Krysaos walked over, bloodied sword resting on his shoulder, "Nah. These guys are just mooks. They wouldn't know anything."

Tycon massaged the bridge of his nose... "Perhaps they could have at least provided a description of their so-called Chosen One? Or the specifics of the orders they were given to carry out?"

Krysaos' jaw dropped in shock, "W-wait! I think one might still be alive! The leader! The leader looked like a pretty strong guy!"

"You stabbed him in the crotch."

Krysaos hurried over to the leader's body-- "What the... I stabbed him so hard, he bled from the neck?!"

Tycon shook his head and sighed.