The unique scent of blood made the entire common room drunk after the ax hit Amara.
As the woman was not cut in half, she lay dying on the floor. The stairs to the throne became like a great cache through which blood flowed without pause.
Amara still had the strength, in the final moments of her life, to extend her right hand to the Bishop, who was watching her die and laughing at this.
"Hahahaha! You really are a jerk! You just killed the wrong person! Hahaha!" The Bishop, clearly drunk, said to Luke.
At the same time, the woman next to him was choking on her own blood and received no praise for having served the Bishop's wishes without resisting to the end. Moments later, what little vitality she had left finally ran out, and her hand dropped to the bloodied floor, indicating that she was already dead.
Luke gritted his teeth in annoyance, closed his eyes, sighed for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, he looked determinedly at the Bishop. The fully focused yellow eyes made the Bishop back up a few steps.
"Hazor, go behind the pillars, enjoy their cover. Meredith, use your bow to cover us and if you get the chance, kill him. I believe you've noticed that too, but I'll say it anyway: his voice is his power, somehow." Luke said, not taking his eyes off Sakan's servant.
Then he disappeared before the eyes of the Bishop, who was startled.
The Bishop swept his eyes over all the panoramic view he had of the place where he was, and realized that the half-wolf was already close to the stairs. As the half-wolf was now close, finally his wolf ears were seen by the Bishop. The man widened his eyes as if he was seeing a monster in front of him and clicked his tongue.
'Is he a half-beast? Hmm! That explains why he's after me, maybe he wants revenge?' Lifting the black staff in his left hand, the Bishop thought. "Fly!"
Once again, Luke was pulled up by a mysterious force, but this time he was thrown against the ceiling and not a pillar.
The half-wolf would normally have been taken by surprise by such overwhelming force, but he'd already expected something like this. He spun around in the air, felt the moment the force released him and just as he was about to crash into the stone ceiling of the place, he used <Vind>. Gene's Ability that could release wind not only stopped him from crashing, it threw him back to the ground.
Luke Lange had evolved in the way he used <Vind>, so he was able to manage in a more orderly way the strength of the winds generated through the signal, as well as the directions in which the wind went. In midair, he used <Vind> once more to fly towards the Bishop, who was startled by such strange movement.
The Bishop was about to yell at the half-wolf once more, however, he heard a low hum coming towards him. Torn between looking for the buzz and protecting himself from Luke Lange, the Bishop only found the answer of what he should do when he noticed the arrow that was coming at high speed towards his face.
The man swerved to the left in order to dodge the arrow that could be deadly, and he couldn't go back on that choice.
Luke landed with both feet on the Bishop's chest, pressing against the floor with such force that some of the man's ribs snapped on impact. The steps of the stairs exploded, blood flew and a smoke of dust infested the place next to the throne.
"Yes! We managed to surprise you!" Meredith cheered as she watched the scene. She already had another arrow in her bow, ready to shoot in case the improvisation went wrong.
Much to everyone's dismay, things wouldn't be that simple. Although Luke had the Bishop's neck in the palms of his hand, he didn't feel as if he had won.
With the corners of his mouth bloodied, the man looked at the half-wolf and yelled, "Become as powerful as possible, body!"
Then the Bishop's neck grew and grew. The muscles in his arm tripled in size, ripping through his robes. In the end, he got so big and muscular that Luke couldn't resist his strength on the ground any longer, and had to let go.
The half-wolf was about to retreat two jumps back, but before that he grabbed the Behemoth Axe. He had already realized that the only thing the Bishop could order was for living beings, so he dodged the arrow and that's why he almost didn't dodge the axe.
Now the Bishop was three times bigger, almost the size of a giant. The veins in his limbs were swollen, looking like they would burst at any moment, and his head became small compared to the rest of his body. The man who was smaller than Luke became taller than Shiro and Zack could ever become.
"Look what you forced me... to do... To use Sakan's power on my own body... If this is the only way... Sakan will surely forgive me." The Bishop's voice was now thick, ragged, breathy, and misshapen.
Luke Lange twirled the ax in his right hand, then caught the handle with the other. Despite the Behemoth Axe being shaped like a two-handed axe, Luke almost never used it with two hands, however drastic situations require drastic changes. Soon after, Luke noticed a shadow move behind the pillars, and he smiled.
"No matter how big and strong you can get, it just makes you easier to hit. Now, Meredith!" The half-wolf said and took another leap back, which cleared the options for the half-fox.
Meredith shot three arrows in a row, all in the monstrous Bishop's direction, and he didn't bother to dodge. The arrows hit him squarely in the chest, but with so much swollen muscle they didn't seem to have any effect. Still, none of the trio members counted on this damage, but only as a form of distraction.
Hazor came up behind the Bishop's back suddenly, and before Sakan's servant had a chance to turn around, Hazor hit the back of the man's knees and then his ankles. The Bishop couldn't keep his legs steady and gave in, getting on his knees for the first time in his life to anyone other than his god.
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