1042 The Fall of Falcon Scott (60)
For a few moments, no one moved. Sunny was considering how to deal with the Scavenger, while the Scavenger was probably considering how to deal with Sunny, now that the ambush had partially failed.
...Or maybe the damn thing was simply enjoying seeing him squirm. Who could tell what was happening in that abominable head?
A hundred thoughts flew through Sunny's mind. No matter how he looked at it, the situation did not look good. He had no doubt that he and his two Shadows were more than enough to kill the Scavenger... after all, plenty of Corrupted abominations had fallen by his hand. But would they be able to kill him fast enough?
The wretched creature was strong, and extremely slippery. Fighting someone who could teleport all over the place was a real nightmare... belatedly, Sunny felt pity for all the poor bastards whom he had killed in the past. They must have all died full of frustration.
'Serves them right...'
Once Army Command set off the explosives below the city, Saint would probably be able to survive the conflagration, just like Bloodwave had said he would. Nightmare and Sunny had a chance to escape unscathed, too, if they managed to find a shadow deep enough to protect them.
His soldiers, however, would not. They were not Saints, or even Ascended. Neither did they possess Aspects capable of saving them from the destruction. Not to mention that Luster was gravely injured and losing a lot of blood... as an Awakened, he would not bleed out immediately, but getting him to a medic, or better yet an actual healer, was an urgent priority.
The problem was that Sunny was not confident in his ability to protect the cohort if they chose to retreat. Once again, an enemy who could step through shadows was simply too mobile and unpredictable... guarding a bunch of vulnerable targets from a Corrupted Devil who could appear at any moment, from any side, was a tall task.
'Damn it! Damn it! Not only did the bastard get a chunk of my flesh, he even became an utter menace because of it!'
They could not remain and fight, and they could not retreat.
Did the bastard actually know that everything around them was about to blow up? Or had he just been lucky to catch Sunny at the worst possible moment?
If he had, that was some luck...
The Scavenger tilted his head a little, as though challenging Sunny to come and get him. The tip of his curved saber lowered slightly, ready to lash out.
Sunny glared at him for a moment, then cursed silently and threw an order over his shoulder, his tone calm and steady:
"Kim... take Luster, climb onto my horse, and get the hell out of here. Get him help. The rest, retreat on foot. Saint will protect you."
Luster, who had been staring at his missing legs with a confused expression, looked up at the sound of his voice and asked shakily:
"Wha... what a—about you, Captain?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Sunny grinned.
"I'll keep our friend here company. Don't worry... I did not survive Goliath and the Heart of Darkness to die to this little wretch today. Go!"
Kim was already dragging the young man toward Nightmare, her face pale and full of desperate determination. The Scavenger spared them a glance, then stared back at Sunny.
His mouth opened... and a hoarse, grating voice suddenly came out of it:
"Die, today. Little... wretch."
Then, an ugly, gasping sound assaulted Sunny's ears.
The bastard was actually laughing.
Sunny frowned. He couldn't care less if the abomination wished to mock him, but nevertheless, his heart suddenly turned cold. Nightmare Creatures capable of speech were extremely rare... and all of them were extremely terrifying.
He could attest to that fact himself.
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