Bang!
Alexander's fist slammed into the pillar, almost obliterating it as wooden splinters exploded into the air, the wooden building shaking as he fell to a single knee, a beautiful red blade shimmering in the dull light.
Its beauty astounded Qilana as she suddenly felt like a voice spoke in her mind, waking her up as she saw him differently.
No longer just the warrior she could use to help her people, she saw the man who offered to fight a losing battle, which could most likely take his life.
'Why did you ask for nothing, merely following us back and agreeing to help me?'
So she watched Alexander's fragile figure as his hands stroked along the blade, its sharp edge slicing his palm, as thick blood oozed down the razor's edge.
Her eyes were teary from the tragic sight.
'Alone, in a distant world, fighting for a woman who is nothing to you...'
Holding her sword tightly, wishing she could conquer her enemies alone, avenge her mother and save her people.
'Forgive me, Alexander, I only saw the warrior and might that you displayed...'
His body stood, a fierce gaze showing as he sliced his hair, tying it into a high ponytail, revealing his gorgeous face, the perfect skin like porcelain, smooth cheeks with a red mark as if he was crying blood.
"Sarah... I will fight; please lend me your warmth, guidance and the strength to face adversity far beyond me."
'Who is Sarah?'
Qilana knew he was a beautiful man, but his wild hair hid most of his face before; now she could feel her heart throbbing as if seeing the god of beauty reborn.
'I forgot the most important thing and never thought to consider it... You will put your life on the line for someone else's world...'
He began to beautifully display his skill with the sword, lowering his body, powerful slashes exploding from his black sheath in the blink of an eye; even when she focused to her limits, Qilana only saw two repetitions of him drawing, slicing, penetrating and sheathing.
But she knew it was more, as there were over seven marks on the distant pillar!
Qilana thought that was the end, before a burst of wind, like a raging storm, began to whirl inside the room, tossing weapons, debris and crates like mere stones.
At the same time, Alexander remained still, grasping his sword in that strange quick drawing stance, breathing evenly as he watched the distance.
'How can I repay such a valiant and selflessness man?'
'My body?'
'My title?'
'My future?'
A whispering voice began to flutter inside her ears from the dark red sword.
The gorgeous sword was over 200cm long, with an exquisitely curved blade that shone eerie-like the eyes of a demon hiding in the dark abyss.
'If he keeps his word, he helps me achieve my goal.'
She closed her eyes, turning her back as the long royal robes began to sway in the early afternoon breeze, all her knights and troops kneeling as she passed, even those stubborn militia watchmen knelt as she looked out towards the rising sun, towards her enemy.
Qilana's eyes moved towards that storage room before quickly back to the distant enemy as she looked more determined, like she had made her decision.
-
As his sword clicked into his hilt, a storm of wood and debris spiralled around his body like a ferocious storm.
Alexander took a deep breath, his eyes dark red; there was no emotion or light.
His gaze felt cruel, looking in the direction of his destiny, tightly gripping the handle of Eien.
'Since I must fight and that fight is so doomed, let me fight; my body is near indestructible; if you want me to fight this way, Kayne...'
'I will fight my way!'
As if spurred by some invisible force, or feelings that empowered him, Alexander's figure vanished like a phantom.
Only a fierce gust of wind blustering from where he was stood a moment earlier as he darted towards the walls before leaping from them with an effortless jump, almost like his body could fly through the air.
He vanished over the wall leaving the militia stunned.
-
Atop the wall, Qilana was in a slight trance as she began to make her plans and to think about the ethereal and handsome warrior she managed to recruit before a sudden shout snapped her free of the complex thoughts.
"Your Highness!" A black-haired archer turned and spoke urgently as she knelt with a loud thud, the wood below creaking under her enthusiasm.
"Speak, Nalan."
Qilana stood with an elegant posture as she looked at the nervous woman, her body warm from the blistering heat, yet none of these women ever complained.
'Is there something wrong?'
"My Queen! It's the male, that man with the huge sword, he..."
Suddenly she became serious, her body exerting a powerful pressure as the poor archer was forced onto both knees, not just one, letting out a squeak of pain.
"What happened to him!?" Her voice was loud and shrill, nothing like her regal figure, shocking not only the militia but her knights that stood only a few steps behind her.
"M-my Queen... he fell..."
"Fell? Where?"
The black-haired archer began to shudder, her hands trembling, feeling her bones creaking as she tried her best to focus, forced to bite her tongue until the warm taste of liquid iron filled her dry and bitter mouth.
"He lept from the wall... Rushing like a desert storm..."
Before she could finish, many women began whispering amongst themselves.
"Heh, I knew a fucking man would flee in terror!"
"They are just weak; it's too much to expect them to fight..."
"He was sexy, though..."
Qilana felt a strange feeling; for the first time, her opinion toward a male was different to her people, to the ones who'd fought with her each step this far.
"Silence!" She bellowed, the voice echoing into the distance; even the women hammering in the blacksmith or butchering the livestock looked towards the distant wall with fear at their queen's outcry.
Her body took a deep breath, and her eyes began to glow with almost golden light; as she watched the distant sands amplified in size as she could see him.
He entered her sight through the desert winds and the sea of sands.
Alexander's body danced like a ball, his hips twisting propelled forward dozens of steps with each instant; the sand and wind enveloped him and pushed him further.
It was like the goddess Saphira had blessed the cruel sands to adore him.
"I want to ask you, if you were going to flee, why would you rush towards the direction of your enemy?"
"If you wish to insult the prestige and reputation of my honoured guest, then I order you to speak your words with caution."
Shling!
Her sword slid rapidly from her sheath and pointed towards the four women who spoke earlier, the beautifully crafted silver blade's sharp tip shimmering from the sun's light.
"Do speak up; I suddenly seem hard of hearing."
"..."
"..."
The women remained silent as they realised their true queen was angry; some seemed to believe that man might be their ruler's lover and kicked an iron plate, looking at the women who insulted him in their gossip with pitying faces.
'Alexander, why did you rush in that direction... Their armies won't welcome you, no matter how powerful you are... To them, you are merely a man!"
-
Floating above the distant sands, Alexanders' breathing was calm as his toes tapped lightly on the tip of the dunes.
His body shot forward, using his massive strength and force to push all his power into his legs as his thighs and calves bulged, forcing him ahead like a slingshot avoiding the sinking sands and sandy pillars.
Tightly grasping the sheath of Eien, his mind was focused, a bloody mist dancing around his body like beautiful crimson lights at a festival dance. He had no time for distractions, doubts, or fears; only one thing mattered: He must kill as many enemies as possible; the women inside the city needed to survive the actual battle, his test.
'I don't like my odds..' Alexander thought as a vast black mass appeared in his vision; there must have been more than a thousand as his eyes shimmered with the blue light of [Eagle Eyes], causing his grip to tighten.
"Haa.."
He took a deep breath forcing his body to keep rushing towards them, building up momentum as a thick layer of blood began to seep into his sheath, his thoughts almost subconsciously controlling the strange blood energy wrapping around his sword as Eien started to tremble with excitement inside his sheath.
Upon reaching their ranks ahead of time, he readied himself for them: Women in tight leather outfits with swords or axes held in their hands; still several miles between them, however, they seemed to have spotted him, as their rear archers were limbering and stretching their muscles.
"hahaha..." A slight chuckle left his lips, the sharp teeth forming a monstrous and crooked smile.
'What am I doing? Couldn't I just let them die... If I want women, I do not lack them...'
'Is That princess so worthy of my efforts, my blood being spilt?'
'Venri? Foolish...' a mere Vesta I slept with once...
All of his doubts began to surface, but with each one that formed, a new strand of black blood began to form around his hand; as if extracting that cowardice, fear and indifference and making it into his weapon, with a clang, he flicked the nodachi from its sheath now an inch or two free, as Alexander stepped forward, as his pretty face and fierce eyes watched his enemies like a hawk.
The woman who rode on a considerable scorpion was about to shout towards him, a giant horn in her hand, but he stepped forward, stomping down a dune as it exploded into a storm of the stand; as his mouth opened wide, a booming voice that resounded and covered the entire desert as if HE was the lord, and this was his domain.
"Invaders of Selmot, heed my name."
"Alexander Damien Faust"
"For that is the name of the Lord that granted you death!"
Before they could react, his body flashed forward, covering hundreds of metres with each step. His body was like a phantom, appearing within range of the arrows as he began to dart around like a wasp.
Their bows released arrows wildly as they tried to stop him from reaching them! He moved so fast that they had no chance to react!
All their shots were deflected by thin air or torn apart by unseen red power!
All arrows turned into dust or vanished into nothingness, just like his body!
Step!
Alexander's body reappeared only a few metres from their vanguard, the steel armour and shield ready to defend.
The sand below his feet began to sink.
Before they could charge, his delicate hand twisted, and a flash of red steel was the last thing the front line of warriors saw before their view distorted, a faint howling of steel vibrating in their ears like tinnitus as their bodies dropped like flies.
"Heed my name! For I am your Destiny!"
"You vile wretches standing in the way of my path are not even worthy to become my whores!"
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