Kidnapped: Warrior of Winter (Private: ZX-MetalMonster x Wolf) [+18]

[WolfDog12]

(If the name is no good just say so… I'm questioning it myself.) This is an rpg where a twisted and sadistic Seme would be best. Anyway, In the mountains, where it is always snowing, lies a small village protected by a solider with pure white hair and silver armor, MC. He had been the guardian of this winterized village for years and had always been able to fight off anyone that dared to attack. He had a companion of black fur and red eyes, the creature looked menacing, but was the local god there to grant the warrior some power to be able to fight less like a human. One time, a group of mountain bandits show up and try to take the village but are ultimately fended off by MC. After reporting back to their boss, YC, they are told to not aim for the village any longer but to work together to attack and capture the warrior. When the bandits return, the local god had been slumbering after using its power to prevent a huge avalanche from destroying the village. Attacking now with more men and more focus on the warrior, MC would be over powered and brought to the bandits' leader. What will YC do to MC? Will it be killing him, or, does the leader of the bandits have other expectations of this warrior? Maybe as a stress reliever?

 

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Name: Goustetsu Kanchuu

 

Age: somewhere between 19 and 23

 

Gender: Male

 

Orientation: Straight?

 

Relationship status: no time and no interest

 

Height: 5'5"

 

Weight: 130 lbs

 

Personality: as silent as the snow

 

Weapon: Sword

 

Abilities: enhanced speed, strength, agility, and reaction time. His sword can become an ice blade that freezes what ever it touches only when the local winter spirit guardian is around.

 

Bio: Randomly appeared in the village one day and was blessed by the local deity to protect the village from bandits and any other threat.

 

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Morning seemed to come almost too soon, but, a young adult was already up and hooking on the last bits of armor onto his body. He was small and weak looking, however, he was anything but. The male was quick even in the thick amounts of snow and he could really wield a sword. The only reason for his true strength was behind the blessing he'd received from the local deity of the town, which turned out to be a winter spirit. There was no doubt about it and in this small village in the mountains, a winter deity was best.

 

The village was very small and it was always covered in snow. Since it was one of the few places to find ice that was good enough to drink after melting it, the village was actually very wealthy. However, the people that lived there were not greedy and had no use for so much money when there were so few people living in the village anyway. They didn't build large corporations or even advance technology. Technology wasn't fully up to amazing standards (So not 21 century but with like theaters and closer to 70s or 80s). The town was content on selling the ice they harvest and using some money just enough to feed everyone properly. They had tons of loot left over so they were always a target for bandits.

 

This was the reason for the warrior. There was the local god that protected the village from snow-related problems like avalanches and too heavy blizzards as well as kept the rivers filled with water and ice for the people to harvest. The god would go and assist by giving the warrior the strength he needed to fight but wasn't the one to jump into battle against bandits; that was the warrior's job. As a matter of fact, today happened to be one of those days.

 

The warrior went out of the small hut he stayed in and headed out towards the outskirts of town. He made it to the outer areas of the village and looked up to the top of the mountain not far from the village. He stayed out there doing as he was suppose to for hours when they came. A group of Bandits appeared and the male called upon the god for protection. The fight didn't last too long before the warrior had won and the bandits fled to tell their boss. That night, there was an avalanche, one larger then any other. The god there used his powers to stop it while he himself became very weak after. It left the warrior to fight on his own the following day.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Full Name: Unknown

Alias: Nikandros

Age: Unknown, though apparently in his twenties

Gender: Male

Weapon: War mace

 

Nikandros is a well known fiend, often described as a demonic entity not only due to his tendency to attack unprovoked and without much to gain, but also due to his armor. The suit is composed fully of a mysterious substance unknown to conventional metallurgy. It is rumored to be the outer skeleton of a beast described in mythology, a humanoid creature created by the berserker god to spread mindless violence on earth but then defeated by a hero. Regardless of it's origins, the armor is obviously an artifact and provides it's owner with inhuman abilities, most notably the capacity to heal quickly when wounded. It is also described by Nikandros' own men that the armor cant be taken off and instead withdraws into the body of the one who wears it.

 

When not hidden in the many defensive layers of the armor, Nikandros flaunts his tall, athletic form in clothing that is not by any means fit for he mountain climate. He is often dressed in leather, wearing boots, pants and long gloves made of the material and only a light fabric over his chest. His pale skin is covered in numerous scars which are a pleasant conversation topic for him. He enjoys retelling stories of how he had earned each of them, taking pride in all of the enemies he has defeated and the powerful men he has fought. As he either neglects his hair for months or impulsively cuts it with whatever blade he can find, it often reaches past his shoulders and is uneven and messy. The hectic, vermilion red strands fit the wild and violent young man well and so do his sharp, hazel brown eyes.

 

The bandits Nikandros commands are a formidable force themselves. Though they are widely known as "Devastation" they simply call themselves "the pack". They are a gathering of already feared, infamous combatants and thieves, this is why their hierarchy is a very unusual one. One is never officially given a ranking but it is understood who leads and who follows. Status is regulated by respect between the members.

Even since coming together, they have been systematically attacking villages along a mountain range, taking whatever they find valuable, killing and committing barbaric crimes along the way. Though some of these locations are valuable and rich, many are just small mountain villages and it is not very clear why they target these also.

 

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Moving quickly along a route rarely used and not well known, the group of bandits managed to give little hint of their presence even though their dark clothing made them easy to spot in the snow. Their leader didn't intend for their approach to be stealthy and so, as soon as their destination was in sight he signaled for his men to spread out, uncover their weapons and go against their habit of remaining in the shadows.

 

This village had not been a priority until he realized it was guarded by a spirit and extraordinary warrior. Now he was coming to conquer it not for riches but so he can battle these two mystic beings. It had momentarily sparked interest in him, when a pair of his high ranking returned defeated, speaking of a dangerous enemy that they believed surely cant be defeated. As they crossed the last of the distance to their target, Nikandros could already make out his opponent across the clearing and that same interest and enthusiasm woke in him. Compared to what he had faced so far, the light haired man didn't seem like much of a challenge, however the fiend knew not to make assumptions on appearance alone. The troop of outlaws slowed to a stop before their foe. Some moved to the sides to surround him and a select fer stepped forward to stand beside their leader.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior in the snow was unsure as to why the bandits were striking again and it had been just over a day. The problem right now was that there were more then before and that the snow god was no where to be of any help. The young male was on his own since the deity had to deal with stopping an avalanche the previous day and was now in his shrine resting. The warrior managed to hold the bandits back for a while but was ultimately surrounded and stuck face to face with the leader.

 

Silent as the snow, the warrior stood just waiting for the chance to strike. He had no idea what the bandits were thinking or if they had any reason for surrounding him. The warrior stood strong but looked behind him towards the village to see if there was a smaller group attempting a sneak attack while the guardian was busy. The male so no one and turned back towards the leader. He stood for a moment as if he wanted to ask something but his body lunged forwards and the one called, Goustetsu Kanchuu, made the first movement at the leader.

 

His movements were swift and he swung his blade only enough to give the blade a powerful momentum as it came across from the right side of the leaders body and across to the left. The warrior hoped to make contact and strike down his opponent as quickly as possible. but he may not be able to finish the strike with the two guards on either side of their boss.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Nikandros waited for a challenge or some reasoning from the warrior and so did his followers. The men were relatively static, waiting ready to unleash an attack on the village and cause the same destruction they had so many times before. What was unusual to the leader was how confused the light haired man seemed by the presence of his bandits. A smirk tugged at his lips with the idea that he'd expected them to leave this place unharmed only because they had been defeated once. The group he had sent the first time was only a fraction of the forces he commanded.

 

As their enemy finally initiated his attack, the majority remained just as still as they had been since surrounding him. With a ghostly gesture from Nikandros, the combatants standing alongside him halted with their hands already at their weapons. The leader himself, with one fluid motion, disrupted the path of his foes weapon and shielded himself with his war mace. His features were contorted in amusement as he stared with wild, wide eyes at the warrior.

[WolfDog12]

After his blade had been stopped, the warrior stood there glaring back at the leader for a moment before he launched himself backwards, back to where he started. The male seemed very concerned with the men behind him. He had no problems if they tried to attack from behind but he needed to make sure one of them didn't slip away and attack the village. Figuring that the leader might be difficult to beat, the warrior turned his back to the bandit leader and rushed the back of the circle.

 

The warrior needed to create an opening and to make it so there was no one between him and the village. It was amazing how quick the white-haired male was in the snow with all the armor he had on him. His body was strong, quick, and highly flexible even in the restraints of body armor. Due to his inhuman speed and the snow slowing the bandits, he managed to take two down relatively easily and the warrior stopped outside of the circle, turning to face the leader again. "Leave now!" He demanded in a smooth and cold voice.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Nikandros was disappointed to have the metal of his weapon separated from the warriors sword and not receive another attack afterwards. He watched curiously as the man ran off to fight his underlings and reacted calmly, too determined on defeating him on his own to allow the others to begin an unfair battle. He managed to hold back his bandits who were now becoming unhappy with only observing. However, he wasn't very patient himself any more, seeing his foe back off and busy himself with weaklings made the black clad man consider the possibility that he had been lied to. If this warrior turned out to be only a common heroic fool the ones who had misinformed him would not live for much longer.

 

-"We're not going to leave." Nikandros rejected as he moved after his enemy, firstly walking in even steps but then accelerating to a run. He crossed the distance between them in strides and prepared his massive weapon for a strike, swinging it with enough force to do bad damage to a simple human.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior took a step back and prepared himself for the oncoming attack. As the weapon came at his side, the teen jumped straight into the air and then did a back flip so he could land about 10 feet back. His jumps and movements shouldn't have been possible with the armor, the snow, or even for a human, and yet, he moved more like an animal then a human. The male ran to be perpendicular to his opponent before he made anther strike.

 

The warrior came at his foe with a diagonal strike that would come from the upper front of the bandit to his lower back side. The white-haired male actually expected this to be blocked so if it did, his left hand would come off his sword and attack the back of his neck with the claws built into the the fingertips of his armor. Even if the attack wasn't blocked, his sword was a sacred sword that would be able to at least shatter the armor if not cause serious damage to anyone.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

When the warrior attacked, Nikandros brought the mace before him in defense again as was foreseen. The weapons met with a clang and unable to let go of his much heavier implement, the bandit leader had only the option and time to glance at the other man as he took further action. A sharp pain at the back of his neck brought a sharp hiss and growl to his lips. He grimaced at the intense sensation but was glad to now know he hadn't been deceived and tricked to come running to this place without a reason,the warriors talent was truly impressive. Noticing that the other held his sword with only one hand now, he moved the mace forcefully to push the other's weapon to the side and hopefully knock it out of his hand. While Nikandros continued to fight, his newly formed wound regenerated with remarkable speed and the armor, which had also been damaged, shifted like a living mass across its owners skin and reached out, trying to latch onto the clawed fingers that had cut through it.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior lost his grip on his sword and it slipped out of his hand and into the snow. The blade quickly changed to look as if it were sheathed and the blade became black and wouldn't even be sharp enough to cut paper. The warrior tried to move away from his enemy the moment his weapon was tossed and thankfully his want to move away early was the only reason his hand didn't get caught in the armor. He jumped back having his fingers get away by only a hair. The warrior landed on his hands and flipped back onto his feet. He stood another good ten feet away as he glanced towards his sword. He needed to get his hands on his blade as quickly as possible.

 

The warrior sprinted off to the side then aimed himself for his sword. It was only a few feet in front of his enemy so it would have been easier to take 3 steps and take it rather then the warrior who went off several feet then took a more direct route. The blade would remain Blake either way until the white-haired male took it up.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Nikandros smiled widely in a rather animalistic fashion and didn't wait for his armor to fully complete rebuilding its protective structure before going after the warrior again. He wasn't very interested in the man's sword, either in it's previous or current, less useful form. Fighting an unarmed enemy wasn't beneath him, he ignored the others weapon completely and launched a straightforward attack, swinging the heavy mace. If the light haired man was truly a kind of inhuman force Nikandros hoped, successfully hitting him with such a move wouldn't bring an end to the fight.

 

Seeing how their leader was fully submerged in his own battle, the bandits became restless, impatient to be let loose on the village. They knew well that disobedience wouldn't be taken lightly, but also that their commander wouldn't pay any attention to them or what they did at that moment. A murmur of voices slowly rose among them and soon enough they were organizing the group for attack with their target now in front of them, making it easier to form a plan.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior was planning on jumping right over his opponent and his attack but for a second, he got distracted by the bandits in the back gathering. The male got his hands up as the large weapon came into contact with one of his arms and his hands. The force and weight behind the swing easily lifted the male off the ground and he went rolling off into the snow, however, he didn't stay down long and quickly got back up and rushed behind the leader to grab hold of his sword.

 

His fingers got around the weapon and it awakened instantly for the warrior to rush at the other's back to aim for the back of the neck where the armor was still reforming. It was obvious he was getting a little distracted by the other bandits but that didn't slow the warrior's attacks or anything like that. It did make it harder for him to dodge things though.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Despite what the group of bandits expected, Nikandros noticed their shifting also but didn't bother to stop what he was doing only to get them in order. Instead he quickly refocused his attention on the warrior, however with the brief distraction and his enemies speed there was little time left for him to respond to the incoming attack. With no other option, he just rotated his body so his shoulder would receive the strike rather than the already damaged section of the armor. He regretted not thinking of another solution once the blade reached him and the pain momentarily forced him to adjust the way he held his own weapon. With some difficulty he continued the rotation he'd used as defense and tried to swing his mace at the man behind him again.

 

While their leader struggled, his second in command had already decided on further action and without much regard to the warrior now sent out a group of exceptionally swift men forward. A number of he bandits returned into the forest they had emerged from, aiming to take the long way around to their target.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior managed to block the attack as it came around, twisting his blade and catching the other's weapon. He slid it the snow abut a foot but then the two were left standing in a stalemate. Both, pushing against one another. As the bandits began their move, the warrior became distracted enough to be tossed back into the snow. He didn't waste any time getting back up and changing his fight. The leader may not be concerned about his underlings, but, the warrior certainly was. The male knew he had to stop the bandits from reaching the village at all costs.

 

The white-haired male took off running at the second in command and quickly moved around him to cut down those in his group for a frontal attack. The warrior then twisted on his feet like a dancer and swung his blade to try and take out second in command. The faster this one was dealt with meant the fast the Guardian could get to the village and take out any other enemy coming from any angle. The warrior was no longer concerned about the leader and their nearly even fight.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Though certainly not on the level of their commander and the warrior, Nikandros' high ranking subordinates could manage not to get killed with just a few hasty strikes. They struggled and were forced to back away more and more but dodged and deflected strikes well enough to still be standing by the time their leader cough up with the light haired man. The situation was beginning to annoy him horribly. He wondered why he even expected the bandits to stay in order while he was distracted from commanding them. His own goals were not always in tune with what the others wanted and their loose hierarchy allowed these sorts of things to happen, though very rarely.

 

In a moment of anger Nikandros was set on heading to the village to wreck everything with his men and then return to finish his battle without interruptions. However he was aware the warrior would take down his bandits one by one and the casualties would be catastrophic for them.

Despite the armor which covered most of his face, it was apparent that Nikandros was angry at this point. With his fresh wounds in the process of healing and the relative chaos around them he gave up on powerful strikes and instead focused on moving faster and preventing the warrior from running off again.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior ended up getting caught up in a battle with the highest rank bandit under the leader, and it was wasting time. The light-haired male moved about trying to get the fight ended with but his attention had to return to the leader who attacked him. The warrior struggled to keep up with the fight. He was at a disadvantage without the local god and so the fight was harsh and well matched. It took a while but the male managed to get some distance from his foe so he could speak again.

 

"Call off your men." That was about the extent as the leader came at him again, this time without the warrior hang time to block the oncoming attack. It made contact with his arm and back a bit as the warrior was again tossed in the snow. It wasn't as instantaneous for him to pop right back up this time but he still got off the ground and ready to fight again. Before he had time to block properly, there was another hit, this time to the chest. The warrior was thrown back and if he didn't focus he'd lose this battle. Quickly returning to his feet, the warrior wouldn't allow his enemy to win and he began moving even quicker as he ran around and attacked back.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Seeing how their skills were evenly matched, it seemed that the one with more stamina, who could continue to fight with his full power the longest would be the winner. Knowing this from previous encounters, Nikandros was satisfied to see the warrior now recovered from his hits more slowly. He looked at this as a small sign that the battle was going in the direction he desired, however, he quickly decided that he actually had an immense advantage at this point and that it was unlikely the warrior could defeat him in any way now. The chaos around worked in the favor of the bandit leader as he only had one enemy to worry about, while the light haired man had a village and an entire group of invaders to think of. In truth the situation was unfair from the beginning.

 

The constant exchange of blows the two men had now established was much more appealing to Nikandros than their previous reluctant chase. He ignored the others words as if he hadn't said anything at all and paid attention to his movements and weapon instead. As often as he managed to make contact with his mace the others sword reached his armor and left cuts in his skin, creating numerous wounds which hurried to heal. The warriors speed was certainly what was causing him the most trouble throughout the entire battle. With a crude and severe solution in mind, he aimed a somewhat stronger hit at the other man's knees.

[WolfDog12]

Without the local god by his side and lending him extra strength, the warriors healing abilities were slower then usual. With a slower healing process and the distraction of the bandits now exiting the woods, heading towards the village, it was no wonder he couldn't get up after his knees had been hit. The white-haired male fell to the snow after a loud snapping sound. At least one of his knees had broken just now even through the armor and he couldn't seem to get himself back up. The warrior tried to get up but just kept slipping into the snow. Without walking or running, there was no way for him to be able to make it to the village as the bandits began to head there from the woods.

 

The guardian quickly mumbled something under his breath and took all of his strength, since he still had the strength to fight just the injury that held him down, and gave everything he had left, to the god sleeping in his shrine. The god awoke and used the strength to create a tsunami of the thick, heavy snow and buried the bandits near the village. There was no way to survive in the cold and under 20 feet of thick, heavy snow. The weight alone would crush them. The god returned to the shrine to continue resting while the Warrior collapsed in front of the bandit leader, injured and unconscious.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Though the words the warrior had used to evoke this destruction didn't reach Nikanros' ears, it was painfully obvious to him that he was responsible for it. The bandit leader had always hated sorcery, and having his troops defeated by forces of nature manipulated through some magic did good to infuriate him. The only thing going in his favour and the only detail that calmed him somewhat was the unconscious body before him. Even though it wasn't the victory he wanted, he'd won.With so many of his men lost he lacked the force needed to continue the attack, however he wouldn't leave empty handed after such a struggle.

 

Yelling out a command to retreat to what was left of his allies, Nikandros took a hold of the light haired man and placed him on his shoulder, handling him the same as some sort of lifeless load. Perhaps from the anger he felt, his armor acted out on it's own and began to latch onto the others body.

[WolfDog12]

The Warrior's blade was left in the snow as his unconscious body was lifted and drawn away from the life he'd known for so long. The farther they got from the village, the guardian's armor took on the same blackish tint his sword did when the sword wasn't in his hands. The male was left completely unaware of him being taken and the armor reaching out and clinging onto him. It wasn't until nearly the next day that the white-haired male finally woke again. When he came to he rolled his head a little and slowly opened his eyes to try and focus on what was around him.

 

As his eyes got use to the light and the male looked around him. His body was heavy and his head hurt so it was rough for the male to figure out what was going on. He tried to recall what happened and finally remembered he'd passed out after giving his strength to the diety so he could save the village from the bandits.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Upon arriving at camp where his remaining troops and those who had stayed behind waited for him, Nikandros discarded the warrior just as carelessly as he'd carried him. Deciding what he would do with the man wasn't a priority and instead of dealing with that right away he sought out his high ranked, interested in the number of comrades they had lost. As he was quickly informed, their numbers were reduced greatly and it would take a long time for them to recover from this. Even though he had expected this, Nikandros returned to the light haired man furious and with the decision that he was to blame for the damages done to the group. It was a miracle the fiend didn't kill the still unconscious warrior right then and there, but he had enough restraint to recognize how the man could be useful to him in more than one way.

 

Only now Nikandros noticed how the other's armor had apparently decayed and vaguely remembered how his sword had acted in the same way when it had been dropped during their battle. Annoyed with the darkened metal and remembering how he had received a wound just from the claws of it, he removed pieces of the armor from the others body. He also noticed how portions of his own demonic defense were still attached to the mans skin. Even though they clung to him very weakly, Nikandros was fascinated by this, since his exoskeleton hadn't spread to another human without harming them before. He assumed the phenomenon was the side effect of his wish to restrain the warrior while he had carried him, the demonic mass must had tried to answer this subconscious command but could not spread enough.

 

As the warrior was left without a weapon and still seemed fairly weak, Nikandros left him close to himself while he rested and though over what his pack would do next and how they would overcome what had happened that day.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior managed to come into focus and he noticed that he was now in the bandits' hideout. He realized his armor had been taken off and now he was left wearing his puffier pants, His socks, and his black long-sleeved, tight shirt. The sleeves on the shirt were long enough to reach to the center of his hands where he also had an opening for his thumb to go through so the fabric would stay up on his hands no matter what. It was a good design so the warrior's hands didn't get too sweaty and make it impossible for him to hold and wield his sword. Thinking about it, the male noticed his sword was gone as well.

 

The guardian had little strength in him and it was taking just about all he had just to stay conscious. He glanced to the side where the enemy stood surveying his underlings. The warrior took this time to inspect himself. He quickly found one knee broken, the other banged up and bruised but functioning, he also found the strange bits of the demonic armor on him. The warrior quickly brushed off the squirmy bits of armor that had latched onto him and he tried to focus on what the lead bandit was saying and doing. Even without the guardian, the deity could still protect the village and would never let the bandits near again.

 

The warrior tried to move himself but it was no use and despite having made it to a sitting position, he ended up collapsing again anyway. Once more, the male forced himself to sit up and held himself their to try and plan out his next move. He was mere feet from the bandit leader but he didn't care that much since he figured the worst they'd do was kill him.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

The warriors attempts to get up caught Nikandros' attention but his reaction was only to narrow his eyes on the man in a death glare. Something in him began to shift and boil over again but none of it was apparent on the surface where he still seemed calm and collected. Countless gruesome images went through his head as he considered what he could do to the other to punish him for the damage he inflicted on his troops and more so for denying him a proper fight to the end. However, even with all of his anger, Nikandros was reluctant to kill another fighter so savagely. He still didn't have a clear idea of what he would do with him.

 

In just two steps he reached the warrior, looking down on him briefly before crouching beside him . Though the light haired man seemed harmless now, there was no sure way to know he couldn't cause more problems but Nikandros behaved recklessly and disregarded all that. His hand wrapped harshly around the neck of his former enemy, the grip not strong enough to endanger him though. The fiend intended to hold him still while his sharp eyes studied his features more carefully.

-"What are you even? A spirit, a demon... a human?" Nikandros questioned, voice restrained to be smooth and even.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior watched his enemy's every move. Knowing there was no where he could go and nothing he could do, the warrior just glared back, cold as the ice he lived in. As the bandit king's hand wrapped around the guardian's throat, he winced quickly but held his glare. It was obvious before the question was even asked, the young man in front of the bandit was not going to cooperate and with his strength of will he'd fight till he was killed. The question asked had no affect on the white-haired male and he remained silent, not even making a sound of irritation.

 

What does it even matter what I am? Guess he just wants to know the best way to get rid of me. The warrior thought to himself. The male focused his eyes and attention on the second in command he fought, who stood just a ways behind the leader with the total head count for those that lost their lives to the deity's snow. The man seemed nervous with these two already going at it. Trying to be wise, the second in command said nothing as if waiting for the bandit leader to finish what he was doing first.

[ZX-MetalMonster]

Even though the warrior converted his gaze, Nikandros kept his eyes fixed on him. He was aware that his subordinate waited with uneasy patience to give him information but he wasn't in a hurry to learn more about their defeat. Loosing his capacity to act calmly he decided he would give up on the pointless attempt to speak with the man and instead say what he had and do with him what he pleases. His grip on the others throat tightened greatly and he leaned into him so he could hiss into his ear.

-" Even if I'm left without a single man to lead, I'll ruin that village and i promise you, I will not let you die until you see it reduced to nothing." With that Nikandros released the man and tossed him back to the ground violently. He rose up and after a long, threatening glare directed at the warrior, turned to the second in command to hear him out and send him away.

[WolfDog12]

The warrior became nervous, scared even, at the thought of that village being destroyed despite his efforts to save it. His hands were gripping at the hand that was choking him trying to get free so the male could breath. He hit the ground with a loud thud and coughed for a while, gasping for air. The guardian slowly propped himself up again and, still breathing heavily, began to beg for the village to be spared.

 

"Don't hurt *Huff huff* Them…. *huff huff* I'll tell you anything *Huff huff* Just leave the village alone." The warrior continued to gasp for air. One hand came up to his throat and gently rubbed his neck. This male didn't care what he had to do, saving that small village was his biggest priority even if it meant him rising from the dead to do so.