Deamon exined through the moans that came out of the room.
This was not the first time that Caren hade to receive ''Blessings''.
Apparently, she had a taste and Shaman Gordon who Dn had looked up to his entire life was her type.
Dn watched as the old man with his pot belly rammed into the love of his life.
Her moans echoed out, reaching his ears. A mockery of the affection he had shown her time and time again.
It had always been a dream of his to behold the sight of her naked body, but now that all her suppleness was before his face, the only thing he felt from the bottom of his heart, was disgust.
He remembered herughter.
Every time, he would do something outrageous just to prove his affection for her because he thought she loved and enjoyed it.
However, now that his head felt heavy with rity, he could suddenly sh back and see the mockery in her eyes.
Before her, he was nothing. Just another poor unworthy fellow desperate to prove himself to a woman that did not even know that he existed.
Deamon exined that Shaman Gordon was not the only person that Caren visited regrly.
For some reason, she was attracted to men far older than her.
Of course that did not mean she slept with everybody.
No! but she definitely did it with the Town head, the head of the guards for the Town, and a bunch of other established people.
practically speaking, she was attracted to men with power.
Men in powerful positions were her type.
From the very beginning, a pauper like Dn never had a chance with her.
If She was a princess then he was her clown.
Deamon was a more quiet and observable person than his friend Dn.
There was more about their little vige turning town that meant the eye.
Then again, was it not the same at every corner of the world?
It was just easier to observe because of the small rtable people in this ce.
Deamon exined that it was not only Caren but nearly every girl he could think of.
This was just how they did things.
Or rather, this was just how things worked in the world.
Those with power got it all. Or in this case, got what he wanted.
Dn wanted to look away. Infact, Deamon suggested it. But No!
He decided to stay and watch. Burning into his eyes, his ears, and his heart this feeling.
If one wanted something in life, only power could help him get it.
He stayed and watched until Shaman Gordon finished the first round.
He immediately jumped down from the window and ran in a particr direction. As he did, he made some rustling noises.
"HEY!!! Who''s there!?" The Shaman shouted.
Caren gasped and made efforts to cover up her nakedness.
"Shit!!!" Deamon cursed.
However, he did not run.
"Damn it! the things I do for this asshole."
*Cough*
"It''s only me Shaman! I came to talk to you about..."
Before Deamon finished talking, the totem of a bird was already heading for his face.
"This is going to hurt!" he muttered before his lights were knocked out.
Meanwhile, Dn ran. He ran through the cold night.
No matter how hard he tried to wipe them, his tears just won''t stop falling.
The pain was not something he could understand. it was from the depths of his chest.
It screamed at his sanity.
As he ran, he suddenly stopped at a bar ahead. It was a two storey building.
He stopped and looked around.
He remembered that this was also an Inn.
In front, he could see some men in a friendly chat. All of them wore the recognizable tunic attributed to the Army.
He immediately rushed to enter the inn.
However, he was stopped just before he could go through the doors.
It was a young boy also wearing the army uniform.
He was a bit bigger than Dn.
"Where do you think you are going?" the soldier boy asked him.
"I am here to see Captain Timi. Please, let me through. it is important! I need to..."
Before Dn could keep talking, the soldier boy gave him a punch to the tummy and pushed him back.
He fell to the ground.
However, one punch to the tummy was not going to be enough to keep him down.
"Please! I''m begging you. I only want to..."
*Punch*
This time around, the ouch was for the face.
Dn spat to the side. He checked. His lower lip was cut by the blow.
With the frustration already sitting in his chest because of what he had seen mixing up with the annoyance this soldier gave him, he could not hold back.
Dn had always been a person with a short temper.
He threw a punch for the soldier boy.
However, what came next was a kick to his face.
Some of the soldier''s around saw what was happening and were attracted to the sight of it.
For them, such a situation was entertainment.
Captain Timi was having a discussion in his room with another soldier when he heard the fighting sounds.
He came out to the balcony and looked below.
What he saw took him by surprise.
"Should I stop them sir?" the soldier by his side suggested, but he shook his head.
He wanted to see what was going to happen.
Again and again, Dn attacked, but the soldier boy would dodge and a punch or a kick would meet Dn on the face.
Some of the soldier''s watching were impressed by his tenacity and they bey amongst themselves on who would win.
However, It wasn''t long until Dn''s face was swollen and bleeding at different points.
From the start, there was no way he was going to win against a soldier.
He might have been a local champion amongst his mates back at the temple, but there was no way he was going to win against a soldier that had training.
And this was a fight that did not even involve the use of spiritual energy.
Soon, Dn started to stagger. His bnce was off, and every punch he threw, missed it''s mark.
One more punch and he was on the ground.
Those watching had suddenly be bored, and even Captain Timi shook his head in disappointment.
Those that bet on Dn grunted angrily as there paid those that bet for the soldier boy.
Dny in the ground. For a few seconds, he did not move.
The soldier boy smirked.
He walked close to him, "Local rag!" he muttered lowly.
However, Dn''s eyes suddenly shut wide open, "got you!" he muttered.
He grabbed the soldier boy''s leg, and immediately used it as a for fucrum to maneuver and get on his feet.
As he did this, he also used his momentum to simultaneously curve and lift the soldier boy off the ground.
Before anyone knew it, the soldier boy was upside down.
Captain Timi had wanted to leave, but he had managed to wait enough to see this part. "That move!" he muttered.
This was the same move he had used on Dn earlier that evening.
Now, Dn was using that same move on his subordinate.
Not just the captain, all that watched this were shocked for words.
After all, there had been together a long time.
This was their Captain''s move.
This was not at all a move that was easily learnt.
It required focusing one''s attention on a Blindspot and concentrating efforts on that point, While also distracting your opponent as quickly and efficiently as possible.
This was a move that Captain Timi had used on Dn.
The captain remembered that when he had used this move on Dn, the boy had not been aware of this.
It hade fast and Dn had a surprised expression on his face. This meant that Dn had not seen the move before that, or even knew how to counter it.
Yet, he had used it perfectly and smoothly in such strained conditions.
Also, he had done it perfectly well, and with no errors.
He had even added it to his own skills and had done it from the ground up, making the skill a level moreplicated than it was.
*Dud!* the soldier boy fell to the ground.
Immediately, Dn mounted the soldier boy'' like a horse.
He removed the soldier boy''s side knife and presented it against his neck.
"Yield!" Dn ordered.
The soldier boy struggled. However Dn held him tight to the ground.
"YIELD!!!" Dn screamed at him.
However, he only smirked.
*Boom!* the soldier boy released his spiritual energy.
The st sent Dn flying a distance.
He rolled in the sand as he coughed up some blood.
The soldier boy rose in the air in the holographic projection of his cored beast animal.
It was a twin tailed tiger.
He moved closer towards Dn on his face was his anger.
He suddenly motioned and a paw was raised in the air.