The Supreme Ruler

Chapter 2

 The woman's wrist had been tied firmly to a tree. She struggled to break free but the ropes only cut deeper.

“How long would it take for this nuisance to be annihilated?" Golden teeth growled, his hands tightening as he turned over to his partner.

"A few seconds.” The other man sneered.

 “We would have him first. While we save the best for the last!" Their laughter echoed through the forest, sharp and cruel. Even the birds flew at the sound.

A voice responded.

 "And that's just as much time you would get before your life ends up wasted. Leave the lady alone and you might just be fortunate enough not to experience too much pain."

The men paused. Then laughter erupted, mocking and loud.

"What are you supposed to be? The God of War?" Vipers of Mockery echoing through their voices.

"Well let's tell you the situation you're in. You're in the middle of nowhere, with no weapon, weak and against two armed. What do you think you can defeat us with? Those underfed muscles of yours?" They howled, their jeers echoing.

"That would be thirty seconds of your death time gone already.” Hudderson said coldly. “

Scram or start making your last wishes." Hudderson's face dripped with excessive coldness.

A frown cuts right through the faces of the two men. They fist clenched tightly. The threats from Hudderson, it stung their stomachs like a sharp blade.

"Enough games. Let's end it!” Golden teeth snarled, fist clenching.

The damsel in despair shook her head firmly, her being totally succumbed to the disappointment that bit down her stomach.

“Fool. He is going to get himself killed.” She thought.

Or maybe he is stalling to get help. Or he just sincerely has a death wish.

The thugs lunged, their hands slicing through the air and aiming for Hudderson's throat.

Hudderson didn't move. His gaze is calm. No stance, no defense. Not bulging even a muscle.

The lady's heart sank. “Pathetic.” Even a fool would have a fighting stance but this guy had nothing.

‘He isn't even trying. Wasted face on an empty brain.’

The air around him bounced in fright and aT the force from the energy that spurted off from Hudderson, the men hurled backwards, collapsing into the dust and their eyes widened with shock as they groaned.

Pain ripped through every crack in their bodies. Their eyes widened with disbelief.

"How's... How's that possible?" Golden teeth choked.

The woman's lips parted. It seemed a low blow had been struck down her guts that she could barely breathe.

"Could he… Could he actually save me?” 

The men staggered back to their feets, bruised and trembling. But their pride burned hotter with pain. Rage blazed in their eyes.

 They had been humiliated by someone who didn't even look capable of throwing a punch.

They needed to break him. And let everything that breath knew that they were not to be messed with.

"Don't get cocky" One of the men spat, hatred woven into his face. 

"We only underestimated you. Seems the little fly has some background skill on how to fight. But let's see how he is going to fare without weapons."

They drew their knives, steel flashing under the sun. The last bit of hope in the lady's heart, completely snuffed out.

With a roar, they launched at him with their blades clawing at him.

But Hudderson moved as though he was moving through breeze. A side step here, a twist there, their attacks only cut through air. 

Too slow.

For the supreme ruler, feared by the seven God of War of the seven realms, this was nothing but child's play. How he wished it could pass off as exercise to break a sweat.

Frustration contorted into their faces. Rage cutting through every vine on their body as they attacked once again.

And finally, Hudderson's patience snapped. He grew tired of their little games.

"Enough of this violent cartoon." Though his words remained calm, the world around him seemed to ripple with fright, shuddering backwards at the command of the supreme Ruler.

He caught both their wrists at once.

They tried to move, but nothing happened. They were stuck and powerless, like little babies, their eyes burned red with regrets, panic wove into their souls.

Hudderson's gaze turned dark.

"You won't say I didn't warn you!" Just with one blow, Hudderson sent them flying through the air. Their bones cracked and blood gushed out from every hole in their body like a fountain.

They tried to stand up but their bodies slumped back, unable to bear the pain anymore, the sound of their painful groans filling the once peaceful environment. One of the thugs passed out on the spot.

Just one exhale and Hudderson turned towards the lady.

Her mind was barely able to grasp everything that had just happened. Her pale face mixed with both gratitude and shock.

She stared at his face. He was handsome, his skin almost flawless. He didn't look like someone who could even throw a fist.

"How... How!" A stare at the bulky men, rolling in pain, and this seaming, ordinary-looking man, was just beyond anything that she could imagine.

With his look schooled back into neutrality, Hudderson smiled at her.

"Should get you out of there in a bit!" He drew closer to her, catching sight of her gorgeous self, mainly below her chest.

She was indeed stunning. Hudderson pulled his face. But hers had already turned red.

He averted his gaze while trying to loosen the ropes that had been firmly tied around her, every muscle on his body tense.

Then her breath caught. Her face drained of all the colors.

Steel flashed.

A knife sank deep into Hudderson's side

Golden teeth stood behind him, bloody and battered. Yet he stood, grinning as he pressed the knife deeper into Hudderson's side..

"Guess hell is going to be saying hello to three new fellows." He smiled broadly.