I AM DESTINY'S MISTAKE

Chapter 51 : Grootslang 6

As Anderson's eyes closed into the ill understanding of darkness, tears escaped his shut eyes. Farna immediately ran for her son. She could not believe how foolish this boy was. He had just allowed death through the front door. She held him in her hands as she looked sternly at the man that had given him a blow to the head. Aesir did not even care to mind the look on her face. He picked up the necklaces and them back in the centre of the rune. The foundational rune was made active again.

But it could be as before. Two priests had made their way here. The people sitting and supplying a constant flow of aura had panicked in fear and most of them ran. It had taken Tiny and Lydia a considerable amount of effort to stop those running away. Tiny even had to threaten with death, but the fear of the priests approaching with bloody fists and weapons was a more convincing argument.

Farna raised her head up from Anderson in her hands. She could clearly see in the distance as that priest had made quick work of her months of birth labour seem like effortless pain and struggle. This was not the first time she had lost her children but the pain still bit as much. She held her fainted son in her hands and wiped bitter tears.

Derek had seen what had happened. He knew that her son had just fucked up, but this was not the time to blame people. The best cause of action was to take a defensive stance for their lives. He looked at the wiping widow, "Don't worry I'll get revenge for you."

Even Dere did not know why he had said that, especially at such a time, or maybe it was pity but he really meant it.

Just then, Madeline coughed out some more blood and passed out. Tiny ran to help her while Derek, Aesir and Lydia stood in front of them. The moment Aesir had retrieved the silver necklaces and placed them back in the circle, Madeline had activated her power again. But before she could resume resistance of the enemy, two of her projections were mercilessly slaughtered. Without the constant supply of aura, the severing of aura injured her deeply and she was out of the battle.

Things were not looking good for Derek and his team. Their biggest gun was out at the most critical point of the fight. The priests had started to arrive, which meant Bishop Gbolan who was the biggest problem was coming. The only fighting power available is three and a half. 'Half' because Tiny would have to protect Madeline while the fight progressed. She would not be able to use her full strength.

The atmosphere was tensed and only increased in pressure as time went on. Derek Immediately attacked. He knew that the pressure was only going to become worse. The best form of defence no matter where was always attack. Besides, the Morale of his team was getting weak.

Another priest had arrived with a Father. The distinction between Priest and Father was an easy one. It was in their attire. Derek bent his pivot and using runes that appeared beneath his feet, he launched into the air for the Father. It was a beast man with a head that looked a lot like that of a goat with two horns, the upper torso of a human man and the lower body of a goat. He did not use weapons but the long sharp extended claws that came out of his fingers. The pointiness of those claws looked like unmerciful edges of a needle.

Derek came on him like the striking descent of a hawk when it sights suitable prey for dinner. The goat beastman was not flustered by Dereks' attack. His stance to receive the bullet dropping human from the sky showed his long experience on the battle field. But he had gotten something wrong, the 'human' that was coming for him was unlike most.

As Derek drew closer, his hands weaved runes that formed a large blade. In the eyes of the goat, this was going to be an easy win. He was confident in the outstanding sturdiness of his claws and so, he stretched his left hand to the descent of Derek's blade. To the surprise of the goat beast man, The bade tore through his proud claws, fingers, wrist and made a slight deviation in angle, cleanly cutting through his shoulder.

The sight of blood shooting out of his limbless shoulder made his unbelief for what had just happened a firm reality. But he was not yet done. He frowned his brows as anger for what had just happened made the adrenaline rush widely in him. Derek had just landed. The momentum he fell with was still pushing him to the ground. Which meant that his entire back was left open to attack.

The goat beastman brought down his right hand like the heavy hammer of a blacksmith about to beat a stubborn piece of metal into shape. His claws went straight for Derek's back. In his mind, his claws had passed through Derek like a hot knife through butter. But reality was a tough mistress that bullied the imagination of her students. His claws came on Derek's back.

*Crash*

Instead of the pleasant sound of tearing through flesh, his claws broke like a glass cup kissing the hard concrete floor.

This goat man had forgotten a very essential thing. Derek was not like other humans. He was a Writer and one that had now come in contact with anima. The only thing that could go through a writer's skin was a writer's blade or attack, or maybe of course 'Sugar bright.' It was over for him. Although the force of his attack had added to the momentum Derek had landed with, it was not a big deal to use that inertia to turn and swing his right hand to the goat beastman head and another rune raced through his neck. His head fell off his neck still in disbelieve of the entire battle that had lasted a few seconds before his demise.