The Last Primal

Chapter 676 - Doomed To Fail

"[Reptilian] Okay boys, time to earn your keep! Get them, but make sure to keep them mostly intact! We can earn more by selling them as slaves, rather than grub for the beasts at the Fighting Pen!" 

Roared the leader of the thugs with an excited, exuberant grin plastered on his face. His small, clawed hand raised, he pointed towards the looming darkness of the alleyway stretching out in front of them giving the order to charge ahead. 

After spending several long minutes laying in wait, and noticing no other soul around he had finally made up his mind to try his luck. Whilst he was known for being on the cautious end, which has also aided his gradual increase in rank amongst the local gang bangers, thugs, and street hussies, he could just not let such a juicy group of prey go. 

Whilst they tried to hide themselves under the several layers of raggedy, tattered cloaks, his keen eyes could still make out the healthy slabs of meat hiding underneath. Such healthy, well-fed figures were bound to net quite a hefty sum of penny. Maybe, just maybe enough for them to be able to finally afford some walls around themselves and spend the night sheltered for once.

And if, by some miracle, they could take down all four of these strangers and sell them… he could maybe finally pay the remaining debt and finally be able to get his beloved sister from those disgusting vermin… the Temple Guard's greedy, leering claws.

Thinking these thoughts, the leader figure shook his head in the next moment to clear his head. This was not the time to daydreaming. To have even the tiniest morsel sliver of a chance of realizing his inner hopes and dreams, he first would have to catch these four shifty figures. 

He didn't care if his action may have been hypocritical in the eyes of others. He would gladly burn the whole world to ashes if it meant that he could see his missing sister for just a few extra minutes. He would not feel guilty, wouldn't feel remorse.

Was he a bad person? A rotten, dark, and twisted soul? Perhaps. Still, he felt that to fight darkness, one needed to be able to embrace it himself as well.

Taking a moment to steel his inner resolve and don the cloak and daggers of a two-bit thug leader once again, the bald, brawny draconic skink equipped a sinister sneer over his expression and hollered the already awaited and expected command.

"[Reptilian] Go! Beat them but try not to kill them! The more we sell, the more we can earn!"

With the command, the group of thugs raised their daggers, swords, and hand axes in the air and responded with a cheering war cry of their own and increased their steps to enter and be swallowed by the eerie, ominous darkness themselves.

Obviously, this wasn't the first time they did this, they already had a well-practiced, working, and tested routine. Two of the sturdiest of them stood by the entrance, blocking entry and vision at the same time. The rest spread out, sticking to the walls as they made their way deeper and deeper into the darkness. The leader, walking at the center of it all, walked with confident strides glimmering in each of his steps.

However, his smile quickly shifted and soured into a deep frown when he looked ahead and gazed at the lonesome figure of only one of the robed figures as he stepped into the small alley. Only then did he notice the massive height difference between themselves. 

Even though he was considered a massive giant amongst his people, he was but a dwarf compared to the figure in front, facing him. Even though he was still hiding under the cover of his hooded cloak, his massive, bulky frame was clear for everyone to see. 

'[Reptilian] Gods' darn it… This was a mistake.' The leader of the thugs muttered to himself as he sized the opponent. Even worse, as he was about to look around to find the others as he was sure there were three others with this one when they entered and that they have not noticed anyone leaving, the blood curdling sound of the two guards he had left stationed outside could be heard.

Hurriedly he had turned around, only to see the three missing, similarly hulking giants approaching them with calm, cool strides. Their robes were bathed in blood that didn't need much investigation to connect to the most likely rather gruesome scene behind them.

'This isn't good… We need to leave. NOW!' The leader quickly processed what was going on and how vastly they have miscalculated their strength and how gravely they underestimated these strangers. 

He wanted to leave. He needed to escape, he had to survive. Not for him, not for his men, even though they were rather close to each other… No. He had to survive for HER. She was innocent in all of this.

"[Reptilian] Grr…. RETREAT!" Taking only a few seconds, he clenched his fists and quickly shouted, giving the order that all was thinking by now. Living their lives in constant pressure, threat, and suffering, their senses for survival were honed to a much higher level than normal. They have all realized that their plan was doomed to fail from the very start.

Still, even though they have also realized that their chances for survival were slim even if they were to try to talk their way out of this mess, they at least wanted to try. If nothing else, it was still better than just laying down and waiting for the reaper without doing anything.

As they each turned tail and were about to rush back towards the entrance, suddenly two of the three figures in front of them jumped to the side and charged out. 

They bolted with such immense speed and momentum that in the dimly lit alley their figures were like blurred shadows, a cold ominous wind as it blew towards the helpless critters.

As the two large, bulky shadows reached them and crossed through them, there were no glints of metal flashing in the darkness. The sound of swipes and ripping, however, could still be heard as it tore through the fabric of their clothes with just as much ease as with their scaled skin and flesh in the next instant.

Blood spurted like several gushing fountains, the silence replaced by the cacophony of cries and gurgles as almost all of the thugs were felled in an instant. Their bodies fell down to the ground, only to bathe the soil with their dark red blood.

"[Reptilian] Now then… Care to tell us what we should do with you?" The sole survivor, the leader, suddenly shuddered when a deep voice came from behind…

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