NOVEL NEXT Chapter 90: In The Shadows
First kill of the night has been achieved, with a plop the body fell, not wanting for other ghouls to find the body, Quagmire, grabbed and pulled the ghoul and disposed it somewhere that is not easily seen by anyone even in the dead of night or even if someone have a clear vision in the night. That is how careful he was.
Once the body was disposed of, he wiped the blood off his blade, and continued his patrol, this time even more careful than earlier he has been. Only with utter care and precision, he would survive and gain enough experience to stand on this world.
With each step he took, anxiety rose and his heart pumped even more adrenaline, shadows and movements seemed to slow down as his eyes and mind begun to adapt to the surroundings and overflowing emotions. A slight sudden movement he took, and with incredible haste, he landed gracefully on each forward step, its quiet thud shadowed by the calmness of the wind like an ocean night in tranquility.
From side to side he observed, like a predator waiting for its prey, and once a ghoul came into view, he dashed with incredible speed and precision, and in a span of a few moments, he lunged himself with the knife on hand.
The knife was plunged deeply and the ghoul collapsed, unknown to him, there was another ghoul a few meters before he attacked. Luckily, he noticed the ghouls first before the ghoul noticed him, as the ghoul is visibly distracted by another object.
He placed his foot forward and pulled the knife out, and with a force of a tidal wave, he was able to succesfully pull the knife. With a turn of his body and clicking of joints as he switched the position of the knife, and with a force of a mountain, he dashed forward with his right foot first.
Within a short span of a few moments, he was able to get near the ghoul before him, just as the ghoul was able to notice him, and once the ghoul fully realized what was happening, its head was already rolling in the ground. Quagmire was able to behead the ghoul with enough force and precision.
With a sigh of relief, he picked up the bodies and placed it near the dump where he dumped the first body. Once it was done, he thought about things for a few moments, and came into a conclusion that the number of ghouls in a patrol seemed to be increasing by a number of one, as he gets deeper and deeper.
Now with that in mind, he made sure to remember and fully utilized his advantages and to keep in mind, that even if it was increasing by a single ghoul with each encounter, fate is always mysterious, and so he could encounter a single and maybe a hundred ghouls next time.
It is always random, and if it was not, then the leader of the ghoul seems to have a plan in mind, though he does not know of it yet, but he believes with enough power and by that, he meant superior firepower, nothing would be able to stand in the way of a kiloton of bomb, and perhaps in the future more of it.
Once a few moments had passed, and a plan and assumptions have been made, he looked over into the dark streets which by now his eyes have adjusted, and picked a location where he have not patrolled yet. Not only that, he needs to be quick, as there would be some ghouls who are going to notice that something might be wrong, and could send more ghouls to patrol.
Though he just needs to take those down, it would be a bother if he gets surrounded and being bitten is not exactly the best feeling in the world. Perhaps it might turn into a curse, if he changes his perspective, as if he had no power, and he is immune, then he would not die from being bitten, but he would suffer excruciating pain from it, not until the day it it heals.
Since these ghouls bite things with the force of a bear, it would be extremely deep, which takes even lingers, and honestly a pain the buttocks. Which he does not wish to experience again or in the foreseeable future that is to come.
Having lost in thought, a slight movements came into his periphery which he did not notice, and only noticed when it became extremely visible, and unfortunately, it was a ghoul, not one but two.
Faced with a sudden excursion of the ghouls, he went into a battle position; he lowered his upper body and bent his knee to further lower himself, and with a quick and precise stike. He went in the shoulder of the first ghouls, which was not a mistake, with the shoulder of the first ghoul now disabled.
He then pushed it with ease as he pulled the knife, the first ghoul having received an attack that disabled its limb, was not able to easily counter. Thus, Quagmire took this precious opportunity, and with a swift strike, he plunged the knife deeply into the head of the second ghoul that was not even able to launch an attack, due to how sudden and quick Quagmire was.
With the strength of a ship, he then pulled the knife. Just in time, the first ghoul was about to launch its attack on its other functioning shoulder. As the knife came out of the head of the ghoul it was then immediately plunged deeply with the speed of a plane directly at the first ghoul's head.
Utter precision and swiftness transpired, and two simultaneous thuds that followed. Now with additional two corpses, he dumped it where the other ghouls that he killed earlier, and with that he had shaved the number of ghouls in this fortress he is currently standing on.
The night is just the beginning.