A World Deep in Disorder
Chapter Forty-One: Mysterious Six
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Last Time: The eighth and seventh were killed. Now, the sixth has appeared… will he go down as easily?
Harris Saga Chapter VI:
The sixth took a step forward. You could tell that he was, for some reason, wearing plate armor under the cloak. "You… Harris…" A deep voice rang. Harris blinked. "Yes?" He asked. "You have been labeled an enemy of the thirteen. For your crimes, only death awaits you." The sixth said. "Could you… at least tell me your name?" Harris asked. There was a pause. "I do not have a name… for I am the darkness… many call me… the reaper, though…" The sixth said, transforming. Harris nodded, and transformed into his Mario form.
The sixth had a unique transformation. He was a huge figure fully clad in midnight blue plate armor. From his helm, a single red eye could be seen. He carried with him a large sword, the handle was black, and the blade was a midnight blue. He wore a black cape. "Death…" The sixth said. Harris blinked. "What type of transformation is that? Link? Marth? Roy…?" Harris asked. There was no reply. The sixth made a slash of his huge blade at Harris, who did a backflip to dodge the blade, and then rushed forward to attack. Harris made a punch for the sixth, but he simply held up a hand to block it. He made a kick, but the sixth used his knee to block that one. Then the sixth simply grabbed Harris's wrist, and spun him around, and flung him far. As Harris flew, he wasn't sure why he hadn't hit the wall, yet. For some reason, whenever the sixth was around, everything turned into an endless plain of fog.
The sixth looked content as Harris fell to the ground, and in a pile of dust, too. However, a fireball came from the dust, and collided with the sixth. Then another fireball. Then another. Then another. Harris was going like a machine gun firing fireballs at the sixth. "Die!" Harris yelled, while shooting his continuous barrage of fireballs, creating quite a column of smoke. Harris's strength finally failed him. Not only was he worn out from the previous fight, but this guy was strong, and all those fireballs wore out his power. Now, all he could do was hope that the fireballs had at least done some heavy damage to the sixth.
…Of course, it wasn't that easy…
The sixth emerged from the smoke, completely unscathed. He brushed his arm off of dust. "You… scratched the paint on my armor." The sixth smirked, getting his blade ready, and advancing towards Harris. "Damn…" Harris grimaced. "Do you realize that I'm the only one of the thirteen who can actually stand up to Bloody Biyan in a fight? Pity… you're death is certain now… any last words?" The sixth asked. Harris couldn't do anything at this point. He lost the strength to stay in transformation, so he was back in his human form. Staring him in the face was pretty much the very incarnation of death itself… probably in the class of warriors just below the very gods, themselves. In his current state, there was no way Harris could win. Not by a long shot. Suddenly, a figure stepped in between the sixth and Harris.
It was someone that nobody would've guessed…
…Zalthyr…
"Ok, reaper, you should leave this one to me." Zalthyr stated. "… What is one such as you doing here? Clearly he's mine." The sixth said, taking a heavy step forward. Zalthyr smirked. "Do you really want to fight about it? I'm second in command, the only one higher than me is lord Kirth… I could crush all thirteen of you unlucky bastards at once." Zalthyr stated. "You… will regret saying that." The sixth stated, running forward. Within the blink of an eye, Zalthyr transformed into his Fierce Deity-ish Link form. As soon as the sixth slashed at Zalthyr, Zalthyr disappeared, reappeared behind him, and shoved his blade through all the plate armor… effortlessly.
Blood came gushing out of the sixth's…um…helmet. "I didn't make that wound fatal, but I could easily, if you'd like me to…" Zalthyr said. The sixth was knocked out of transformation, and back to his cloaked form. "What… do you want, Zalthyr?" The sixth wheezed. Zalthyr paused. "Kirth wants him for interrogation. Leave now, and I'll take care of this. If you don't leave… well, let's just say that it'd be a pity to loose someone of such great power, such as you." Zalthyr stated. The sixth knew when he was beaten. "Fine…" He then disappeared in a puff of smoke, and the fog vanished with him, bringing the area back to its normal stated. Harris and Zalthyr were inside the hut, only it was now reduced to ruins, and the sandstorm outside had stopped.
Zalthyr turned to Harris. "……………………………….I don't like the sixth. He thinks he's a higher rank than me… I just sent him on his way to teach him a lesson." He stated in his usual blasé manner. Harris didn't know what to say. "…I'm letting you go, kid. I just don't like the unlucky thirteen. Too nutty, some of them are, while the others think that they're better than the generals and I… but if you find me on the fields of combat elsewhere, I won't be afraid to kill you…" Zalthyr said before walking off.
Harris was speechless. Why was a silver rogue actually helping him? It just didn't make sense… apparently; there were tensions between certain fractions of the rogues, like the generals and the unlucky thirteen. "Um… thanks?" Harris said in a dumbfounded manner. Zalthyr just glanced back in his direction for a second, not a hint of emotion on his face, as usual, and then going back on his way.
Harris then decided that it was best to heed Zalthyr's warning. He really didn't want to mess with the guy who could've extremely easily killed the guy who almost killed him. So, Harris got up, and found a nearby oasis. He'd rest up here… this oasis meant that he'd be getting to his old oasis soon… to the area where the scroll of Averis is buried. He'd need the rest, too. Aivos would most likely be in the excavation area.
End of Chapter
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-Biggoron