In the dead of night near the innermost wall of Kingsted a single figure clad in all black clothing silently jumped over a wall to a low ranking n.o.bles mansion. Landing without a noise, the figure hurriedly moved to a detached building a bit away from the main mansion and broke a window without a sound and then entered inside. Silently walking inside almost barefooted, the figure made no sound as she silently searched for the right room as she went over all the instruction she had received from her teacher.(First confirm the target is present…)
Moving down a hidden stairway she quickly found her what she was looking for, but she was not happy about it.
(s.h.i.+t… f.u.c.k this.)
Simply put it was a dungeon, and not the kind were one had a safe word. Blood had stained the walls and floor so many times it had become part of the decor. Half rusted chains and shackles was nailed to the walls and the stench of blood, p.i.s.s and feces was almost unimaginable. Inside was a single figure/prisoner no older than 15 years old, she was completely naked and covered in deep wounds all over her body with a metal collar around her neck.
"f.u.c.k."
The prisoners eyes were wide open and blood stained tears had long since ceased as she had undoubtedly died in extreme pain during what must have been days of continues torture.
["Stay calm Terra."]
"I know. What are the orders?"
["Full purge, ICI will handle the logistics"]
"Roger."
["And please burry that soul when you"re done."]
As her teachers communication cut off she went over to the dead prisoner and closed her eyes.
"Rest in peace."
turning towards the door out of the dungeon Terra seemed to hear something before hurriedly hiding next to the door. And after a few seconds somebody opened the door.
"Time for some more instruction!"
In walked a single man wearing leather armor. He had an overall rugged look, and quickly walked over to the prisoner as he hit a metal pipe on the floor multiple times while walking over.
"I brought a new toy for this session! If you give me some more cute screams I"ll give you some food, how about that!?"
Hitting the metal pipe multiple times into the floor in an attempt to rattle up his victim he got till about a meter from the naked girl before noticing something was wrong.
"Hey this no time to be sleeping!"
Poking the girl a few times with the metal pole a few time he then hit her in the gut with force behind it this time, prompting no reaction.
"Tsk, I told them elfs were weaker than bestkin.. but at least the copse is still fresh so we can-"
suddenly finding himself unable to speak the man looked down to see himself getting covered in his own blood that streamed from his throat. Collapsing without a single word or scream the man slipped into the void, the last thing he ever saw was a figure clad completely in black that seemed to absorb the light.
"Piece of s.h.i.+t."
Flicking the blood off her knife she immediately left the dungeon after letting the girl down from the wall, Terra breathed a deep sigh before leaving. Moving back up the stairs hidden behind a hidden doorway, Terra calmed down for a second and then went on with her task at hand. Quickly moving around the estate and avoiding nighttime patrols, she found herself in front of the main bedroom. Opening the door slowly, she suddenly realized something was wrong and jumped backwards before the door was destroyed with a magic spell.
"Guards!!"
(s.h.i.+t.)
As wooden fragments flew past her head Terra drew her knife before she was. .h.i.t by something and was thrown clean out of the 3rd floor window behind her.
"I"m spotted."
Landing without issue in a lavished garden Terra was immediately surrounded by what seemed to be elite private guards.
"What the h.e.l.l are you doing in my house!?"
Looking down from above her was the mansion lord, about 35 years of age his look was still relatively young, but starting to show his age. He wore a robe that failed to show his loss of shape and he seemed to be enraged as his head looked like a tomato to the intruder.
(CELL LEADER LOCATED. DO YOU REQUIRE a.s.sISTANCE, Y/N?)
(Get out of my head.)
"I want it alive!"
Dropping her knife the guards saw it as a sign of surrender, and one of them closed in with metal handcuffs.
"Now play nice and we will too."
["You stink. I can smell it through this mask, and it"s f.u.c.king environmentally sealed."]
"Wha!-"
Speaking through a voice scrambler Terra created a single split second opening, and that was all she needed. With fast and smooth moments Terra closed in on the guard and grabbed his throat, before ripping the out thyroid and serval pulse veins surrounding the now exposed adams apple, covering herself and the surrounding area in blood and spreading chaos among the guards. Even though Dax had only thought Terra live combat for a few days she had been a quick study, that combined with the at the time spent on seemingly meaningless lessons in biology she had received regularly since becoming his student finally held meaning.
(First create a gap, drop a useless weapon or something to destroy the system. When I talk about systems I mean any scale of system, from the biological process that makes your individual enemy able to hurt you to the organizational and psychological link that make your enemies able to hurt you utilizing teamwork. Then exploit the system error, a lapse in judgement for example, to further destroy the construct that is a treat. Make them bleed, scream and/or cry, anything that breaks up their teamwork. After that point it"s just a matter of cleaning up.
This is in essence the basic system that governs a part of qiton close quarters combat, you should be able to master it somewhat within a year, then we move on to the good stuff.)
Remembering her teachers introduction to what made her own prior training suddenly seem like the fighting of toddlers, Terra used what she leaned for the first time against "live" targets, to a terrifying effect.
"DEMONKIN!"
"DON"T BREAK RANKS!"
(Commander found.)
Hearing the suddenly increased heart rates around her, Terra quickly sorted the combat able foes form the ones soiling their pants and identified the one to take out first. Tossing the windpipe she had ripped out of the first guard at another guard"s face to "pacify him" (Break his psyche), Terra dashed at her next target with a rolling motion and picked up her knife in the progres before activating strengthening magic in her arms to jump, turning the commanders head to mush with a kick as she landed on the wall of the main estate a second later and launched off that to ma.s.sacre more guards.
"What the f.u.c.k was that!?"
Rus.h.i.+ng through his estate the mansion lord followed by his closet guard hurried to grab his most bare essentials and escape with his life.
"f.u.c.k!"
Watching what he had build over 20 years fall apart in no more than a minute, the successful merchant was understandably upset as he charged out the backdoor to get away from the sudden attackker.
"s.h.i.+T! What the h.e.l.l do I bribe the town guards for!?"
["You mean Jack and Thomas? They"re kinda too dead to care about stuff like that"]
As he had finally made it to the outer fance, the mansion lord was cut off by the same a.s.sailant that had just killed most of his guards, evident by her being covered in blood.
"f.u.c.k! What do you want? I"ll triple whatever you"re payed to do this."
["Not interested."]
"Then die! Kill her now!"
Responding to the order, the mansion lord"s personal guard suddenly rushed out from behind him to meet Terra with a sword.
(Khu! Strong!)
Locking blades with her attacker, even with her newfound strength Terra slid backwards a few steps before digging into the gra.s.s. The merchants personal guard was a demonkin, clearly seen by her ash white skin she looked to be 20 years of age. Terra identified her as a high cla.s.s demonkin by her completely black eyes and 1 meter long eagle like wings at her center of ma.s.s with 2 pairs of slightly chipped 10 centimeter long white horns extending upwards were her almost completely cut down hair meet her forehead.
"HAHAHAha! You like her!? I got this high cla.s.s demon trash especially to deal with people like you! Now kill the pest!"
"***"
Responding with a short word in some unknown language, the demon redoubled her offencive to kill the target her master designated with dead eyes and a fresh looking slavery collar around her neck.
(f.u.c.k.)
(VIP LOCATED. DO YOU REQUIRE a.s.sISTANCE FOR RECOVERY, Y/N?)
(Don"t speak unless spoken to ICI I"m busy!)
(CONFIRMED, PARTIAL MUTE IN EFFECT.)
["f.u.c.k off, you"re annoying!"]
As the demon continuously launched attacks with her two handed sword and spells when Terra tried to open up the distance Terra found it surprisingly hard to deal with.
"Come on kill the pest off and let"s go!"
Seemingly not wanting to make his escape alone, the slave owner shouted to his property to finish off his a.s.sailant as he seemed to run out of patience as the once more locked blades. In response to the new order form her master, the demonkin seemed to become more desperate as her slavery collar around her neck a.s.sumed that she was ignoring orders and started tightening, that gave Terra the opening she had waited for. Suddenly releasing the grip on her knife she made her opponent slip as she rushed past her and prepared a syringe.
"FUC!-"
Not getting to utter the entire word before Terra closed the range, the slave owner was silenced as Terra dug her extended fingers into his neck and ripped off his head by pulling out the top his spine from his body while staping him in the eye with the syringe and then tossed the detached head over the outer fence about a meter behind him.
["ICI chatch!"]
[ROGER.]
Jumping off the fence to reorient herself quickly, Terra once more faced the now masterless slave, but no attack came. The demonkin woman now masterless and freed from her former masters direct mind control, but the last order issued was still valid, and failure to fulfill it meant that the slavery collar tightened fast.
["s.h.i.+T!"]
Rus.h.i.+ng towards the collapsing demonkin Terra quickly reached her and graped the slavery collar with both hands in a attempt to slow the tightening.
"T-thank… Y-you"
With her fading breath the demonkin thanked Terra as tears streamed down her face and she not so slowly asphyxiated, reminding Terra of the other demonkin slave she tried to kill herself with in that cursed forest and made her enrage.
["OH NO YOU f.u.c.kING DON"T! ICI BRING THE RUNE NOW!"]
[AFFIRMATIVE.]
Calling for ICI as she saw the life rapidly drain from the demonkin, 4 cloaked figures appeared around her and one of them handed Terra a metal runestone while the other 3 tried to slow the demonkin"s choking.
["COME ON!"]
Charging the rune with mana in record time, Terra pressed it to the fitted monster stone in the slavery collar as it started glowing bright yellow.
"COME ON STAY WITH ME!"
Tearing off her mask with her free hand Terra begged the G.o.ds and the demonkin not to die as the runestone slowly made the monster core in the collar break. After what seemed like an eternity the collar finally released as the control core broke and Terra rapidly staped the demonkin in the eye with a syringe like the one she used before.
"ICI SAVE HER!"
[AFFIRMATIVE, RETASKING ALL BLACK MATTER FOR OXYGEN REDISTRIBUTION AND EMERGENCY REPAIR….. OPERATION SUCCESSFUL, PATIENT STABILIZED.]
"Thank the G.o.ds… I"ll clean up here so take her and the intel back home."
[ORDERS CONFIRMED. NOW RECOVERING VIP AND INSURGENT LEADER THEN RETURNING TO BASE.]
With the cloaked figures disappearing once more, taking the demonkin and the head of her former master with them Terra once more put on her mask to clean up the rest of the guards, an burry the poor soul she was too late for.
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In the same time period all over the city of Kingsted n.o.ble residences and warehouses were being broken into. The a.s.sailants seemed to know there way around the city as if they had been waiting to perform this grand ma.s.sacre for years. They attacked with a violence not seen before in this world, seemingly at random they would kill merchants and lesser n.o.bles in their sleep while at some times killing everything living in a area and at others decapitating a single individual and fading into the night with the head without alerting anyone else.