《Star Eater》Chapter 136
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Arthur's Point of View
Over the Middle Ocean
As I stepped onto the deck, my killing intent washed over the entire area as my eyes widened to take in the battlefield. Doing this made several freeze while the Skelds screeched as they all turned their attention towards me. There were hundreds of them. How they got near the airship without the alarm being raised was beyond me, but I had work to do.
Slashing the Demons into pieces that dared attack me, many others began to flee as I cut through them. None so much as laid a claw on me, but their blood soaked into my clothes. Another one came flying at me, yet it was turned around. Swatting it away, it fell to the ground dead. My eyes looked for the one responsible, and to my surprise, it was Typhon.
A large amount of magic was focused in his hand as he looked shocked and confused. Ziah quickly grabbed him and moved him next to Austin as she did her best to defend them. She was keeping them safe but was bogged down by them and unable to get airborne. My attention quickly turned to the Elves that had bubble shields and barriers in place around themselves, which irked me.
Raising my left hand since it was free, I focused on the surrounding air. Bursts of air shot from my palm and cut through the Skelds before chopping them into pieces. They fell to the deck in bloody piles, and I began to launch greater blades of wind since there were no Zugal in the air that prevented me from focusing on larger groupings.
Eventually, they screeched, and all began to focus on me. When they did, I activated my eyes since they moved from combat with anyone they were fighting with. Invisible pillars of gravity slammed into them from many different directions. Launching them of the side, into the air, onto the deck, or colliding with more than one and turning them into a mangled corpse.
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Blood began to evaporate off of my body as I felt my energy growing. "Lucia put up a shield around the airship on my signal."
Lucia's Point of View
Over the Middle Ocean
Arthur was acting as a one-man army, and many of the others watched with mixed reactions. Some were happy he arrived, while others watched in horror at how brutal he was. It made me freeze as I watched him in awe. This was the first time I had actually seen the Knight of Lestrania in action, and it was almost poetic if it wasn't for all the blood, he was covered in.
Even with being covered, he barely noticed it. My eyes widened further when I noticed the blood evaporating from his skin and sword, leaving a red smoke in his wake. Everyone came to a stop when a pulse seemed to violently rip through the air from his palm, killing everything in its path. Afterwards, the Skelds were being thrown anywhere and everywhere as Arthur barely moved.
"Lucia put up a shield around the airship on my signal." Arthur told me suddenly as he looked at me from over his shoulder, and I nodded slowly.
So, this was Arthur Pendragon. However, before he could give the order, a Skeld wrapped its disgustingly long limbs around me and started to fly off. It didn't get far as a sickening pressure made us crash to the ground. At first, I thought I was struggling to breathe from the rough landing, but it wasn't until I looked around and saw everyone and everything feeling the same.
"You thought you'd be able to take her in front of me?" He asked the Skeld.
Arthur strolled forward as the pressure most likely came from him. The Skelds all flapped their wings pointlessly. Sweat poured from my body as I watched the Knight move in front of the Skeld that had taken me. He looked down with such a gaze that told me to avert my gaze, but I couldn't. What happened next, I will never repeat for the rest of my days. Demon or not, whatever technique Arthur had used looked excruciatingly painful.
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Arthur's Point of View
Over the Middle Ocean
Once done with the Skeld that dared to try and take Lucia, my attention turned to the rest of the Demons. Pinpointing them with my gravity pillars, they were crushed to death between two separate pillars I created. Several gasps and screams of alarm could be heard around the ship, but I ignored them all.
"Arthur!" Ziah called out to me in a shaky voice, and I looked in her direction.
Austin and Typhon were watching me with wide eyes as they shook and appeared on the edge of passing out. Realizing it was my fault, I calmed myself. The Skelds took the opening to fly away. They tried to grab one or two people as they fled, but they quickly learned it was impossible with me present. In fact, I floated above the Drunken Cloud as I put Defiance away on my back.
Forcing the air around me out in a wave that was sent in all directions, except directly below me, all the fleeing Skelds were turned to paste as blood rained down into the ocean below. Circling slowly as I looked in each direction to make sure none of them had escaped, I lowered myself to the ship. When my feet hit the deck, there was no celebration. Instead, everyone present looked at me with a small hint of fear and silence.
"Clean this up and see to the wounded." Was all I said before turning to the Captain. "I also want a report on why the alarm didn't sound before we were attacked."
With nothing else to be said, I returned below deck. My gaze drifted towards Typhon for a moment as I realized there may be more to the boy than I initially thought. While he didn't kill a Skeld, being able to do what he did at his age was underheard of. Especially for someone of the Dragon Clan. It was impressive and reminded me of Mara with how fast she learned new techniques.
Once in my room, I looked down at my shirt in disgust. Blood evaporated off of my body, but not my clothes. Taking it off and dumping it on the floor, I rested my back on the door with a sigh. Lucia almost got taken by a mere Skeld, and I overreacted. Rubbing my face in annoyance and confusion, my arms soon fell to my sides.
"It's not her…"
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