LLM PArt II Chapter 28

28.

“Behold my real army. What you see now is only a fraction of the army. Behold my personal division, the Legionnaires.” A hundred of these Legionnaires stood there dressed in the dark shades without the gun belt but their lips glistens with dripping blood. They are the blood drinkers and needed no guns to battle their adversaries for they are weapons with their strength and fangs that protruded from their mouth.

“They are the prime breeds of mine.” Hawkins continued on. “They hold great strength and swift in their fight. Before they slay all of you barbarians, let me share you a little secret.”

“The Legionnaires standing before you are all descents of the nobles that once rode with me and Vlad,” Hawkins glared at the priest. “We were once nobles driven from our heritage and hunted like wild beasts. We prevailed with the show of strength inside us. We drank the blood to curl your fear upon us. Have at them, my nobles allies. Go, my Legionnaires.”

The hundred Legionnaires there ran towards Father Lamiere and his sons. They covered the distance in seconds and before the eyes of the elderly man, he saw two approached Remus. One grabbed Remus by the right arm and was stabbed with the dagger but he pushed on. The other with the right hand gripped Remus’ neck despite the dagger stabbed in the chest. The two Legionnaires pushed Remus back by their run and then Remus was raised up high above their heads. That move suffocated Remus with the blocked windpipe. Remus was then split apart by the two wounded Legionnaire.

“Remus!” Romulus snapped out in anger and charged at the two who had murdered his brother. He rushed in with the 

machetes and cut into the two wounded Legionnaires but he was soon brought down by the others. Two other Legionnaires grabbed the other surviving brother and punched their fingers into his heart. It was an instant death for Romulus but a scene of agony for Father Lamiere to see both his named sons died before his eyes.

“You bastards!” Father Lamiere screamed out in anger. He saw then the three Legionnaires that have stood before him. He stepped back in fear not for his life but for fear of his screams from the pains will be heard in the heavens. He closed his eyes to prepare for death but death evaded him then. He heard the sounds of the impact of bodies and opened his eyes once more. He saw then a sight that only the Heavens could provide.

The Lycans have arrived.

The Lycans came in force. They were outnumbered by the Legionnaires but their ferocities made their presences feared. The Lycans once of Man evolved into ferocious creatures with claws on their fingers and the fangs in their mouths. Their strength matched the blood drinkers but they fought with the animal instinct. The Lycan charged into the three Legionnaires and brought them down to the ground. All of them fell to the ground but the Lycan was the first to recover. It punched its right hand with the deadly claws into the Legionnaire throat and pulled away with the blood and veins. It felt then the hands that grabbed its shoulder from the rear and rolled to the side. In the roll, the Lycan brought up its legs to kick at the Legionnaire. The Legionnaire thrown off the fight and the Lycan half crouched to select its next Legionnaire. Its pause was momentarily and then it leaped at the Legionnaire it kicked at. Its leap was high and with the hands on the Legionnaire’s neck, it leverage on it to somersault backwards. The move snapped the Legionnaire’s neck and the pulled had it removed with part of the spine.  The Lycan did not stop there and charged at the nearby 

Legionnaire with the spine attached head as its weapon. The spine lashed out like a short sword and partly severed the Legionnaire head. The Lycan howled in glee on the kill but it did not see the numbers meant a lot in a battle. The Lycan was charged from the rear and have its spine damaged.

The Lycan fell on the ground flat on the face and then felt its head drawn back to expose the neck. It was an inviting target for any blood drinker and it was bitten then. The bite deep and drew on the Lycan’s blood. The later howled in pain and reached with its clawed fingers to pry the Legionnaire off. The move removed the Legionnaire but the Lycan was hurt. The wounds on its body may heal but a torn jugular at the neck was not easy to curb the flow of blood. It reached to hold the blood flow but the fingers were soon coated with it. The Lycan felt the weakening muscles with the blood flowing out. Its predicament was not over then when another Legionnaire charged into it. The second impact was in the left side and both of them crashed to the ground. The Lycan tried to rise but the Legionnaire had the upper move planned. The punch of the fist into the wounded throat was fatal with the spine forced out in the rear.

Father Lamiere turned to run for a safer distance when he was met by Lance and Tonto. Lance had drawn his guns but Tonto was different. He was not the same with the blood shot eyes and the fingers held tight.

“Stay by me, Father Lamiere.” Lance leveled his guns and fired at the approaching Legionnaire. The two silver bullets tore into the Legionnaire’s face and ripped off the back of the skull. It fell forward and laid still in the lowering water depths.

“Here hold my guns and belt. I prayed that it’s working but not in the desired speed I would like it.” Lance handed the guns that once belonged to his brother. “I have to call on other helps.”

“Kemo-Sabe, my true calling is here.” Tonto leaped forward and then ran. In his run, his body responded to his acquired evolution with the lengthening of his limbs and the appearance of the claws on his fingers. His facial expression changed with the lower half of his face protruding and the fangs appeared on the mouth. His run was swift and it became faster with each strides. The evolved Tonto smashed into the Legionnaire at the front. It did not stop Tonto for the Legionnaire was dragged by the neck to the rear before Tonto tossed it like a ragtag doll.

Tonto halted in his run and crouched down to swing his right leg out at the sneaking Legionnaire from the side. His kick hit the Legionnaire in the left shin and caused the later to fall. Tonto was there with both claws swung upwards from his lower position. His fingers struck into the chest of the falling Legionnaire and deep into the cavities. He dug in deep and then pushed to the spine before he clawed out.

“Lord, are we savages?” Father Lamiere witnessed the kill had asked for salvation.