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pulled Murmur aside.
“You don’t have to do this. Shadow already secured your freedom and I have enough demons to put Nightmare and his entire army in the ground if needed.”
“I’ve wanted to kill Andras since I was assigned to this department. If I join up with the department of jealousy, there’s no guarantee that I will meet him in battle. He needs to die. Now. I’m going to make sure that happens.”
“And you’re going to kill a conjurer with a bleeding nose and a couple of mallets?”
“I’d kill him with my bare hands if that’s all I had on me.”
Nightmare called to them.
“Andras accepts the challenge. Murmur will face off with Andras and fight to the death.”
Tannin looked like the challenge still worried him. Murmur hoped to reassure him that he would win.
“I got this. I used to train with Lord Shadow before we went through the trials. Lord Leech defeated Andras in the trails. I don’t want to imply that I’m a better fighter than either of them, but I’m confident I can put him down for good.”
“That’s actually not what I’m worried about.”
Tannin handed Murmur a grenade.
“It’s a smoke grenade. You’ll know when to use it. Now go kill Andras.”
Murmur wanted to ask why he would need a smoke grenade at all, but Tannin shoved him toward Andras and Nightmare. Nightmare stepped back a few paces and whispered something in one of his spy’s ears. The demon spy ran off and disappeared.
Andras walked to within a few paces of Murmur and pulled his staff off of his back. Murmur grabbed both of his mallets. A group of demons circled around them.
“Nightmare, I want a blood pact before we begin.”
“What’s wrong, Tannin? You don’t trust me?”
“Do I trust the department of lies? Hell no. We make a blood pact or we don’t do this.”
“Fine. It doesn’t matter anyways. Andras is going to kill the gorilla once and for all.”
Nightmare and Tannin both made a cut on their right hands and then clasped hands.
“We agree that if Murmur wins, he will earn his freedom and join the department of jealousy under my command.”
“We agree that if Andras wins, your army leaves without Murmur and without attacking my army. You’ll go home empty handed.”
The two middle demons shook on the terms. As soon as they finished shaking hands, Andras muttered some words under his breath and then touched his forehead with his staff. A few seconds later, he was running around Murmur with alarming speed.
Murmur tried to take a swing with one of his mallets but Andras kicked hard at the back of one of his knees and reversed direction. Murmur didn’t fall; Andras didn’t have enough strength to bring him down.
It was then that Murmur recalled a lesson he had learned from sparring with Shadow. Land a hit by swinging where your enemy is going to be. Murmur was in control of where Andras went if his last shot was any indication. He swung down with the mallet in his left hand and Andras changed direction. Murmur countered by swinging the mallet in his right hand horizontally straight at Andras’ face. It connected. Instead of a bloody Andras falling to the ground, the image of Andras simply disappeared. Within seconds, two wolves lunged at Murmur’s face. He was able to catch them both by the throat and crush them.
Murmur realized he hadn’t killed Andras, he had destroyed his decoy. That gave Andras the time he needed to start conjuring wolves. Murmur looked around but he didn’t see Andras anywhere. He saw several wolves circling him, waiting for the opportunity to strike and beyond that was… a dark mist.
Two of the wolves lunged from either side of Murmur. He took a step back and smashed their heads together. Another wolf jumped on his back and bit down on his left shoulder. He grunted and then flipped the wolf over his shoulder, let it fall to the ground, and stepped on its head.
Murmur knew he couldn’t just keep killing wolves surrounded by mists of darkness, so
“You don’t have to do this. Shadow already secured your freedom and I have enough demons to put Nightmare and his entire army in the ground if needed.”
“I’ve wanted to kill Andras since I was assigned to this department. If I join up with the department of jealousy, there’s no guarantee that I will meet him in battle. He needs to die. Now. I’m going to make sure that happens.”
“And you’re going to kill a conjurer with a bleeding nose and a couple of mallets?”
“I’d kill him with my bare hands if that’s all I had on me.”
Nightmare called to them.
“Andras accepts the challenge. Murmur will face off with Andras and fight to the death.”
Tannin looked like the challenge still worried him. Murmur hoped to reassure him that he would win.
“I got this. I used to train with Lord Shadow before we went through the trials. Lord Leech defeated Andras in the trails. I don’t want to imply that I’m a better fighter than either of them, but I’m confident I can put him down for good.”
“That’s actually not what I’m worried about.”
Tannin handed Murmur a grenade.
“It’s a smoke grenade. You’ll know when to use it. Now go kill Andras.”
Murmur wanted to ask why he would need a smoke grenade at all, but Tannin shoved him toward Andras and Nightmare. Nightmare stepped back a few paces and whispered something in one of his spy’s ears. The demon spy ran off and disappeared.
Andras walked to within a few paces of Murmur and pulled his staff off of his back. Murmur grabbed both of his mallets. A group of demons circled around them.
“Nightmare, I want a blood pact before we begin.”
“What’s wrong, Tannin? You don’t trust me?”
“Do I trust the department of lies? Hell no. We make a blood pact or we don’t do this.”
“Fine. It doesn’t matter anyways. Andras is going to kill the gorilla once and for all.”
Nightmare and Tannin both made a cut on their right hands and then clasped hands.
“We agree that if Murmur wins, he will earn his freedom and join the department of jealousy under my command.”
“We agree that if Andras wins, your army leaves without Murmur and without attacking my army. You’ll go home empty handed.”
The two middle demons shook on the terms. As soon as they finished shaking hands, Andras muttered some words under his breath and then touched his forehead with his staff. A few seconds later, he was running around Murmur with alarming speed.
Murmur tried to take a swing with one of his mallets but Andras kicked hard at the back of one of his knees and reversed direction. Murmur didn’t fall; Andras didn’t have enough strength to bring him down.
It was then that Murmur recalled a lesson he had learned from sparring with Shadow. Land a hit by swinging where your enemy is going to be. Murmur was in control of where Andras went if his last shot was any indication. He swung down with the mallet in his left hand and Andras changed direction. Murmur countered by swinging the mallet in his right hand horizontally straight at Andras’ face. It connected. Instead of a bloody Andras falling to the ground, the image of Andras simply disappeared. Within seconds, two wolves lunged at Murmur’s face. He was able to catch them both by the throat and crush them.
Murmur realized he hadn’t killed Andras, he had destroyed his decoy. That gave Andras the time he needed to start conjuring wolves. Murmur looked around but he didn’t see Andras anywhere. He saw several wolves circling him, waiting for the opportunity to strike and beyond that was… a dark mist.
Two of the wolves lunged from either side of Murmur. He took a step back and smashed their heads together. Another wolf jumped on his back and bit down on his left shoulder. He grunted and then flipped the wolf over his shoulder, let it fall to the ground, and stepped on its head.
Murmur knew he couldn’t just keep killing wolves surrounded by mists of darkness, so
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