Twilight of a Hybrid

and willingly to take the risk to find a weakness, even if the Piper had to die trying to find a single bit of a weakness. It was the matter of knowing what kind of earthly metal or weapon could cut through the hybrid’s skin.
Both long rivals gazed at each other’s eyes for long periods of time. The fight started when Vaeludar swung the Crystal Sword, creating a blinding light that dimmed the Piper’s eyes. Vaeludar jumped forward to his most hated rival who quickly regained his eyesight and struck with his two knives. Vaeludar’s longer blade crossed with two smaller blades, which didn’t break from Vaeludar’s Crystal Sword.
All the blades seemed to be fit to fight with any metal blade. After many short swings, Vaeludar swung up high while the Piper made an X shape with his daggers and kept the hybrid from delivering a killing blow. The Piper showed no emotion on his face, as he always does: a way of showing he wasn’t a human being, which reflected on how Vaeludar was losing his own humanity with the current events going on.
Then the Piper swung one knife from the hardening push of the blades and slashed at Vaeludar’s right eye. Vaeludar didn’t flinch as the blade he saw coming touched his skin, but didn’t leave a mark on his. His skin dulled the Piper’s dagger, which was tossed away so the Piper pulled out a spare one hidden in his clock. The Piper was still armed with two daggers.
Vaeludar grunted that the Piper was willing to commit suicide in order just to find a weakness in Vaeludar’s skin. “You really are becoming an annoyance in my life, Piper,” said Vaeludar. “You fight with nothing but daggers and a flute. Unlike me, you have nothing to lose. The only thing you ever had in life was obedience to your masters: the witches. And yet you will fight either on your own terms, the witches’ terms, or the Shadow King’s terms. Your roll in life has to come to an end, and I’ll make sure to end you this day.”
The Piper withdrew his daggers and hid his arms in his clothes. He closed his eyes and held up a small bag. Vaeludar grunted again and charged, not before the Piper was able to throw the bag to the ground.
A wide fog of smoke exploded from the small bag, concealing the Piper inside and stunning Vaeludar’s eyes. Vaeludar’s skin could be immune to harm, but his eyes has some form of weakness erupting from the small smoke bag. Vaeludar backed away from the smoke and blew a hard wind from his wings: the Piper wasn’t there when the smoke cleared.
“So you cowardly flee and live to fight another day?” shouted Vaeludar. “Foolish, but wise.” He quickly stretch his feet on the concrete ground before heading toward Galvin who finished taking down a lone Minotaur. “He looks good.” Vaeludar turned his head away and took to the sky once again.
As he was soaring through the higher levels of the city, he saw a hundred soldiers easily being dispersed by trio of Manticores, with the lion heads easily chewing through the armor and the scorpion tales tearing through the shields. The soldiers were easily being overrun with the creatures they hardly being trained to fight. The soldiers had been trained fight, but with other people; the soldiers hadn’t been fight against creatures with great speed and strength. One-by-one, the soldiers started to disperse into different directions.
Vaeludar hastened to the dispersing troops and called to them as he remained floating in the air. “Don’t move anywhere, soldiers! If you all scatter now, you’ll be hunted down one-by-one. Stand as one!” Vaeludar held up high the Crystal Sword, which gleamed into the soldiers’ eyes and suddenly brought hope into their minds.
With a few wave motions, the soldiers gathered into a circle in seconds. Vaeludar issued a few words of giving orders and, without a question to ask, the soldiers started to obey every command of the half-half creature was giving them. Vaeludar, without any proper military training, was bringing about the soldiers into proper a battle formation and when the evil creatures were about to strike, the soldiers were ready. Their shields were ahead and their spears were pointing at the enemies daring to attack the reformed soldiers head-on.
Vaeludar saw the soldiers defending on their own against the lions with the scorpion tails. Then, to ease off the pressure of the soldiers, Vaeludar charged forward and brutally killed two last Manticores he saw before him. Another quick victory for Vaeludar, before he took to the air once again. With each level being heavily attacked by evil creatures, Vaeludar seemed to be doing the heavy work while the rest of the soldiers try their best to fight back against the lingering threat that dares to crash his personal wedding day, and he didn’t like Lusìvar’s wedding gift at all. A rusty blade or a worn down goblet would have been nicer than a small army of evil creatures of nightmare stories coming to life.
After he dealt with the Manticores with the reunified unit of soldiers, Vaeludar flew away from the unit. He headed toward the higher levels and tried to find Teutates. Vaeludar couldn’t find the man with his eyes or the man’s scent. If Vaeludar could help the exiled man with his strength, Teutates could prove to be a potential ally in the fight against Lusìvar, if Teutates would never belief of magic, sorcery, and ancient Shadow Kings coming back to life.
The hybrid spent several long minutes trying to find the man all across the ruining capital city. What once looked impenetrable had been penetrated from within the mighty fortress. High walls and towers weren’t enough to keep Lusìvar away from this glorious city. Smoke rose from all corners of the city. Fire was burning thought solid stone. Battles were taking place all around the city, around every corner, around every level.
The city believed