Liberator Chapter 2

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As his feet hit the ground, a muffled thud was heard. Up ahead, he saw small two-storey buildings. Houses, Tripwire thought, the rectangular structures were simple; curtained windows, balconies decorated with small vases, wooden doors and flat rooftops. He simply ignored the buildings and moved across the soon-to-be battlezone.

He spotted his first target; a Demon in a platemail. It glanced at him sideways, taken by surprise. At first it didn't react but when the leaping Protectorate got near, it yelled. It raised its sword but Tripwire landed on the top of it. He clenched his right fist and crushed its face with a punch. Its faceplate was dented badly that it was hardly recognizable. He aimed at its dented faceplate at pointblank range and fired three shots. The sound of bullet penetrating a metal echoed loudly across the village. The Demon Legionnaire slumped dead, motionless. Tripwire stood up and continued his run.

He spotted a trio of Shadowhelm Demons with their backs facing him. Tripwire cocked his right hand backwards and made a throwing gesture. The Demon in the center was thrown telepathically across the village. Before its companions could turn to him, Tripwire had shot the Demon to the right then to the left; his aim was accurate. They fell down with blood spilled from their necks. He aimed at the Demon he threw earlier, fired thrice and killed it. Tripwire learned from various Protectorates that the weakness of Shadowhelm Legionnaires were the armor gap on their necks. One shot is enough to kill them. But if the shot was complicated, you wouldn't go wrong with a headshot.

As he jogged past the fallen Demon, he lifted its sword from its sheath using willpower alone. It instantly shot to his hand. His hand gripped the hilt tightly while he advanced. Ahead, he could make out five Demon Legionnaires, all facing him. His presence was now comprimised, but he doesn't care. His primary objective is to simply wreck as much havoc as possible.

He closed in on the nearby Demon and struck it with his stolen sword. The Demon, just as predicted, parried it horizontally. Tripwire raised his Colt .45 handgun, aimed at its chest, and fired four times. He lifted his left foot and kicked the Demon away. He whirled both weapons over his head as he rotated counter-clockwise, parried incoming blades while at the same time, taking aim at the Demon on his right. He fired thrice to its faceplate and killed it. He whirled in a clockwise motion with his weapons swinging over his head once more, parrying and aiming at the same time. He fired thrice, killing another Demon. He swung forward before stopping after it reached under his left arm. Another Demon blocked it. Tripwire pressed his handgun against its chest and fired four times. It fell backwards with a growl. Turning to the last one, he threw his stolen sword, impaling its chest.

He continued his sprint across the village, aiming and firing at any Shadowhelm Demons he encountered. The first one fell with a riddled face. The second one that appeared from his right was fired upon, took a step backwards while clutching its bleeding chest. Another one to his left attempted a foolish act and charged at Tripwire. The Protectorate used his right hand to prevent the Demon from cutting him in half as he held its arms at bay. He fired four times at its chest before he snatched its blade from its cold dead hands. He stopped momentarily as he reloaded, dropped the empty magazine and slapped a new one.

He continued his jog, nearing the center of the village where the poor villagers were burning. Another Demon charged him, this time coming at him from the front. With a leap, Tripwire landed a flying kick at its chest and impaled it with his stolen blade.

"KILL THE DOG!"

"DEATH TO THAT FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

"DIE PROTECTORATE!!"

The air was filled with cursing and hatred, yet, Tripwire ignored it as he aimed at the nearest Shadowhelm Demon and fired thrice at its face. He whirled to his right, landing a knee on the ground and fired at its groin thrice, then a shot to the face. He shuffled his feet as he sent a 45 degree kick at his enemy that has wandered too close then fired thrice on its faceplate.

Rotating behind, he sent his right elbow at another Demon's faceplate. He raised his elbow and descended; he bent its head with a downward elbow strike. The plate over it was now stained in red blood. He sent a knee strike at the Demon, taking it down then he moved on to another target. He aimed at the newly found one and fired relentlessly, then moved on with the next and the next. As he exhausted his clip, he spun in a clockwise motion and slammed a backfist at the face of an enemy. He decided to use Arcane magic against them and sparked his left fist in flames. His empty pistol was now attached to his left thigh when he switched to Arcane Combat.

His left punch contacted with the next Demon, burning it into flames. His right hand crackled with electrcity and landed on the second one, electrocuting it. Spinning once more, he landed a heel at the skull of a Shadowhelm and eliminated it. He sent a flying kick at another one and landed on the top of it. He stomped on its face and crushed it. He eventually grew tired of fighting them.

Tripwire charged his right hand and infused it with another element: light. He jumped a few feet off the ground and punched the sandy floor, invoking a powerful forcefield of light and electricity which enveloped everyone around him. The electromagnetic forcefield has burned the Demons to a crisp and blasted them as well.

As soon as the electro-light field dissipated, everything suddenly became calm. No Demons can be detected and all of them, dead. Which includes the villagers that had long died too.

With a quick motion of his hand, he activated the radio and voiced, "Village liberated. Returning back to base."

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