Bound By The Blood Moon

Björn had jumped into the air like a mad beast, and the moment he landed, his laughter boomed across the battlefield. Landing amid the demons and creating a meter-deep crater, the blood, flesh, and bones of demons cushioned his landing.

His appearance had halted the crazy charge of the demons, who didn't expect that their enemy would penetrate their backlines so fast and in such a loud manner.

"Well, since I'm here, I might as well slay some baby chicks."

Björn had a bracelet wrapped firmly around each wrist. A blue one on the left and a black one on the right. Shutting his eyes for a brief moment, both bracelets glowed. Shrouding him in an intense blue light, a set of dark blue upper body armour covered his large torso.

From the start of his jaw, the length went on to the end of his waist. It was as flexible as needed but firm enough to withstand a thousand blows. It covered his fingers delicately, making sure not to reduce his grip on his weapon. He was the only one Siestri had made armour for, given his wild battle style.

His greatsword was also magnificent, a blade so black that it seemed to swallow the darkness that enveloped the night. The hilt was slim and long enough to accommodate both hands.

It had been wrapped in sheepskin at Björn's request, ensuring it still held comfort in his hands. Its double-edged blade had been sharpened to the extent that it could cut a string of cloth falling through the air.

Fully equipped, he swung his greatsword in one hand as the demons looked at each other with confusion written on their faces.

This was the consequence of not having a responsible commander; they didn't know what battles they should fight and those they should flee from. All that the demon generals cared about were themselves and their battle achievements.

With their lack of understanding and their only desire being to push forward, they charged at Björn with their weapons raised.

Snickering to himself, he readied the sword at his right side with both hands on the hilt. Looking ahead, he mentally calculated the distance of the demons as they approached him, waiting for the perfect moment to cleave them all in two.

"Hahaha. This should be fun."

Other than the screams that followed, the only other sound that could be heard from this area was the cackle of laughter of a very crazy fellow.

Björn didn't hesitate for a second, swinging his sword through every demon as he sliced through weapon, flesh, and bone. He knew his opponent was near, but he wanted to cause the most damage and support his forces as much as possible.

Sledgehorn had stopped his rampage the moment he heard the loud stomp of Björn's landing. The distance between them was large but was a mere trot for someone of his standing.

Unexpectedly, he didn't hurry over but decided to watch instead. Seeing the demons cut up so easily didn't faze him in any way; he had no regard for what happened to their lives. To him, they were just a means to an end; hell would never run out of spawn like them.

He watched as Björn slashed through the demon troops, blood and flesh spraying all over. He could see the wide and crazy smile written on Björn's face. The edge of his lip rose, showing a hint of blood-red teeth. He had finally seen his hidden craziness in the eyes of someone else.

"This one is worthy to taste the blade of my axe."

Swinging his axe and lifting it from the ground, he easily placed it on his right shoulder with the blade casually protecting his broad back. With slow steps, he walked towards Björn, making no effort to hide his presence as his feet announced it with the heavy steps.

Björn didn't stop his onslaught as a small, clear circle slowly formed around him, void of dismembered limbs or headless bodies. At this moment, he looked like a farmer harvesting the crops as the demons dropped in their tens every second.

The demons that were charging from behind halted their movements the moment they noticed the blood-red armour that covered Sledgehorn's body.

He looked like a pillar with his large body and head full of hair. His demonic face couldn't be left out as he looked like an orc with medium-sized tusks shooting from his lower jaw at the sides of his mouth.

"Step back."

As they heard Sledgehorn's words boom in their ears, they all walked away from the area before charging further into the battle. Björn still kept his back to Sledgehorn and his greatsword held to the side in his right hand.

The silence at this corner of the battlefield grew even steeper with only the howling wind being a guest to this silent confrontation.

"Big demon, what is your name?"

"I'm a demon general and I am known as Sledgehorn. What is yours?"

"Oh, we're adding our titles eh? Then I could be called a tribe leader and a pioneering member, Björn."

"I see. You come to fight me to protect your people. I commend you for your bravery but this is where you-"

"I fight for more than just my people. I have always been a protector and with Darren placing his trust on my shoulders, they now carry a heavier burden. Thus, by cleaving your head from your neck, I aim to relieve this heavy burden."

Turning around, he spun his sword, removing all the blood and innards that coated it. Slashing down heavily, he cleared a direct path to Sledgehorn's position by turning the bodies into paste.

Walking forward at a medium pace, a smile slowly crept onto his face again emitting the aura of a mad warrior. He let his sword drag on the ground behind him, showing a relaxed atmosphere in such turbulent waters.

Sledgehorn looked on without a word but proceeded to hold his battle axe to his side. It was too large for any human and the two blades were shaped like little wings that held no grace in them. He walked forward slowly, increasing his pace with every step.

At the other end, Björn increased his pace and they eventually went off into a charge with their weapons raised high to clash against each other.