Without the aid of my Talent, I’d need to be fully coherent in my every word; if not, the situation could easily spiral out of control and end up with me being a debt slave to the Elder Fae for the rest of my life.
All around me, I could feel the movements of the previously inert Fae Younglings coming back to themselves and getting up, a sign that my Coersion had already worn off, and even the stupid bug with my blade against its throat was showing signs of wishing to struggle against me.
’Then there’s the other Elders in the vicinity who haven’t shown themselves. The fact that this purple-haired fuck decided to appear indicates that he is of the highest standing in the group and views the situation as being in his favor.’ I thought while Analyzing my surroundings and attempting to spot a shimmering phenomenon, something that usually meant someone was using a low-level Stealth technique.
The Fae weren’t known to be well versed in Dark Elemental Spells, but the same couldn’t be said for variants of the Light Element, and if that were what was being used to hide their bodies, it would create a slight distortion in the air since it wasn’t a perfect form of camouflage.
If I could find their rough location, then I wouldn’t be caught off guard again when more arrows flew at me from nowhere, thus giving me a leg up in the fight that I didn’t doubt was bound to kick off as soon as things didn’t go the way the Elder wanted.
"I will not repeat myself again; unhand the child, Human Boy." The Purple-Haired Elder Fae stated once again in a voice wielding authority.
"Hmm, I don’t know about that one, Chief; you see, I am far more intelligent and experienced in the ways of the world along with your culture." Using my peripheral vision, I took note of my surroundings and watched as the young Fae got into a formation, surrounding me and the Elder with their primitive weapons at the ready.
"I am fully aware of how your race deals with situations like this; you won’t make a move so long as your youngling is in danger; however, the instant your youngling is free and clear, you will rush at me like a pack of neanderthals, throwing caution to the wind and..."
FWOOSH
"WILL YOU FUCKING STOP CUTTING ME OFF WHEN I AM SPEAKING! FAE, MY ASS, YOU GUYS ACT LIKE A PACK OF UNCIVILIZED PIXIES!" Tilting my head to the side in the nick of time, I narrowly avoided another cheap shot arrow, this one coming from behind me and whizzing past my head toward the Elder, who easily deflected it.
"Pixies, he called us Pixies,"
"How dare he,"
"FILTHY PIXIES, WE NOT!"
"UNCIVILIZED HUMAN!"
"Rude human, kill, eat!"
My words instantly ignited the anger of the dumb youngling Fae, making me smirk under my mask.
If I excelled at one thing more than any other, it would be my innate ability to piss off anyone, no matter what race.
Some people would view that as a negative aspect of themselves, but for someone like me, who seemed to end up in situations like this more frequently than I’d like to admit, it was a trait that generally worked to my advantage.
Mainly because it was the fastest way to throw people off guard in a fight, make them so mad they couldn’t focus, and lead them into making mistakes. Frankly, it was as old of a trick as one could be, yet it worked 9 out of 10 times that I did it.
However, before I could begin planning my path out of this shitty scenario, my thoughts suddenly came to a screeching halt, and I couldn’t stop myself from turning and looking at a specific Fae with hair that reminded me of a watermelon.
’Hold up, did that one just say Eat…the fuck kind of depraved shit are these guys into…’ the sudden registering of what one Fae in the peanut gallery said caused my face to morph into a weirded-out expression.
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But the more I thought about that single sentence, the more I felt there was something incredibly off about how things were going.
’Hold up; something isn’t right here; the Fae are supposed to be hyper-sexual beings, and there is no lore about them eating humans…’
"SHHH, not supposed to Tell stupid."
"Stupid Flyte Scale,"
"Flyte Scale Dummy!"
’Ok…something is DEFINITELY WRONG here,’ the mention of eating me by one of the Fae seemed to trigger a chain reaction in the others, and soon enough, I felt the gazes of the over 20 beings circling me transform from one of battle to one of hunger, causing me to feel incredibly uncomfortable.
"Yeah, no tell bout eat."
"Mmm, hungry; he look tasty,"
"I want leg; they good meat,"
’The fuck is going on here!’ I cried mentally, subconsciously digging my dagger deeper into the flesh of my captive, drawing a noticeable trickle of blood that trailed down his pristine marble-colored and unclothed torso.
"Ow Owww owww Dying OWWW," Unfortunately, it also caused the idiot to start squirming and screaming like a pig being slaughtered, causing every one of the Fae present to panic.
"STOP, STOP!"
"YOU HURT HIM!"
"BAD HUMAN!"
’Shit…welp, when in doubt, leave a trail of bodies,’ steeling my resolve, I exhaled menacingly, generating a sound akin to a breathy growling as if personifying a demon, and cycled particles through my limbs, readying my Augmentation and activating my Psy-Kinesis.
Add in the icy blue glow brought on by my Talent; I watched as every single youngling present flinched and took a half-step back, leaving only the Elder Fae on guard as his facial expression turned severe.
Being as old as he was, he understood that I had made my choice to go down with a fight, which the Purple-Haired Elder Fae had wished to avoid since he and the other Elders had been present to watch the battle between myself and Ryan.