Chapter Like I Taught Him
“Not that’ll last. Don’t get your hopes up.” He stood and walked the thin rafter. Utterly unafraid of falling.
Despite that he’s not immortal.
He’s more animal then human.
He went far enough to push open a flap on the roof. Walking out.
Chavias heard him sliding down the side and thumping to the ground. So did every Targue out there.
There’ll be blood. Savage never bluffs. Chavias rounded the building and found Savage wreaking a massacre on the demon hounds. Black blood cast all over his legs already. Several dark mounds surrounding his feet. Dead Targue.
Chavias drew a small straight dagger from a sheath under the shoulder of his armor. Tossing the blade to stick in the wall near Savage’s head. The Targue glanced at it. Radix will see through the Targue’s eyes I attempted an attack.
Savage’s blonde head shot up. He gave Chavias a long look. Knowing full well if I wanted to hit him with it, I would’ve.
Savage abruptly jumped a charging Targue and kicked another in the lower jaw as he rushed past. A pack of them took after him into the trees.
Chavias didn’t give chase. Knowing Savage would enjoy leading them away. Then picking them off from the trees. One by one.
One of his favorite games…Killing from the back to the front of the pack.
Just like I taught him... Chavias knew it was twisted he was immensely proud, but it changed nothing.