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.
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