Chapter Six- The Capra Demon
The journey to The Undead Burg was an eventful one; I had bumped into some traveling knights resting at the bonfire I had planned on resting at for the night, clearly heading back to Anor Londo. One had kindly warned me about the undead thieves, he said they hide in the shadows and attack fast. We had talked for a little while and shared some drinks together before they headed off. It's not safe to travel at night so I wished them a safe return.
I had reached the lower level of The Undead Burg, a long dark alleyway like area, the odd small broken house lining the alley. I walk with caution, keeping my steps light and my senses on guard. I see a shadow float across the floor in the corner of my eye. I turn quickly to be greeted by a undead thief clad in black leather armour. He is holding a sharp knife firmly in his hand and preparing to attack. He comes at me quickly, aiming to wedge his knife in my shoulder between my chest piece and shoulder guard. I parry the attack, lifting my axe to block the knifes path, the knife hits my axe with a loud clank. I place my free hand against his chest quickly igniting my pyromancer flame. I attempt a great combustion, fire bursts wildly from my hand causing the thief to fly back landing in a heap on the floor, smoke began to rise off him, dancing into the air. I walk over to him to ensure he was dead. Then continue on my way.
"ARHH!" I shout as I fend off more incoming undead thieves coming my way, chopping them down with my axe when they got too close. I haven't even made it to the Capra demon yet and I was already bleeding. A thief had caught me off guard and gave me a nasty looking slice on my arm.
When the last thief falls to the floor dead, I quickly run into one of the little houses along the alleyway. I pull some gauze out of one of the pockets in my armour and begin wrapping my arm up. I examine my work making sure that it was covered properly. Satisfied with it I leave the room and continue down the alley, hoping that the smell of my blood had not attracted any beasts.
As I walk further down the alley I notice an archway, through the archway I notice that it's a small enclosed area, the floor is grass, not stone. I walk towards it and enter. A small set of steps lay in front of me leading up to…what I assume is the Capra demon, two snarling undead dogs behind him.
He stands tall, with a dark muscular body; he has the head of a bull with long curved horns either side of his head and a long bone like tail. He was holding sharp machetes in both of his hands. He was not pleased with my presence, letting out a loud roar he charges down the steps towards me, the undead dogs follow. I ready my weapon and stand guarded. The Capra demon is much slower than the dogs, if I can run past him and up the stairs; it will give me time to take down the dogs so I can focus on him with no interruptions.
I take my small plan into action and begin to run towards the demon, dodging the dogs and there gnashing sharp teeth as they try to jump on me. The demon lifts one of his machetes in the air and begins to bring it down; I roll past him and continue my pursuit up the stairs, the dogs hot on my tracks. When I reach the top of the steps one of the dogs jumps at me viciously, its mouth wide open. I swing my axe landing it between the dog's jaws, stopping it from biting me; I pull my axe out of its mouth quickly then swing it down on the top of the dog's head killing it instantly, its blood seeps out of the wound. The second dog runs in for an attack and manages to wrap its jaws around my wounded arm, causing me to flinch. The pain was immense but the adrenaline running through my veins was helping to ease the pain. I drive my axe into the dog's side, leaving a long devastating gash in its side, causing it to let go and yelp. I finish it off with a final blow to its head; it falls to the floor limp beside the other dog.
Blood trickled down my arm, dripping on the floor. I look over to the Capra Demon who was half way up the steps. I jump down off the top of the steps back to the ground; I will need more space to fight this thing. The demon copies my movement jumping down from the steps landing in front of me. I couldn't just simply stay behind him like I did with the iron golem, I'm going to have to attack him front on and dodge his attacks.
The Capra Demon raises one machete in the air once again, as he begins bringing it down I roll out of its range causing it to get wedged in the dirt. I run up to him and get as many hits as I can on him with my axe, leaving long bloody slashes on his body before he regains himself. He begins slashing his machetes around again; I dodge them with ease, landing my own attacks on him between his swings, the smell of blood was thick in the air. He begins to step back, preparing for a leap attack. I wait for him to leap towards me; I knew that after this attack he would be vulnerable.
He raises both machetes in the air and leaps towards me; I roll to the side dodging the attack. He lands a little way from me both machetes in the floor. I run to him and lift my axe in the air holding it with both hand and drive it down into the back of his skull. The smell of burning flesh begins to seep from the wound, a product of my axes white hot blade. The Capra Demon lets out a loud roar in pain as my axe burns away inside his head, his blood running down his face and pooling on the floor in a sickly puddle. When the roar subsides I pull my axe from his skull, hearing no other sound coming from the demon he lay dead, an odd glow resonates from his core. I reach down picking the items up, the key the knights want and a demon machete.
The pain in my arm made itself known, I needed to clean it otherwise I was going to get an infection. I sit on the steps and take the bloody gauze off my arm. I wipe the blood off my arm to reveal puncture wounds left by the dog's razor sharp teeth around the now irritated looking knife wound. I would have to clean this when I get back to Anor Londo as I don't have the supplies with me. I readjusted the gauze and bandages then head off.
The journey back was tiresome, many beasts and undead where scattered around the dirt paths, I was unable to rest for the night due to this. I had sustained various injuries due to my sloppy state. My mood had deteriorated, my body ached and my head pounded.
As I reach Anor Londo I head straight for the courtyard. Sir Tywin was stood in his usual spot, talking with some other knights. I stagger up to him; he looks at me in disgust.
"Well look at you, you're a mess." He says cruelly.
"Here is the key you wanted" I say handing it to him. I had no time for his snide comments and insults.
"Ah, you actually did it" he says with surprise.
"Yeah" I say with irritation.
"Well I've got nothing for you at the moment, come see me in a day or two" he says before turning away from me.
After picking up some supplies to clean up and stich my wounds, I walk off to the bonfire. It was late in the evening and I didn't really feel like talking to anyone. When I reach the bonfire, Ornstein is sat in his usual spot his arms crossed over his chest, waiting for me again? I walk straight by him saying nothing; I was in no mood to be blanked today. I sit down in my usual spot, Ornstein still watching me as though he was waiting for me to do something. I lean my head back against the rock closing my eyes with a sigh.
"Good evening" a suave voice says.
I open my eyes, lift my head off the rock and look over to Ornstein in shock. He was looking over at me. Was I imagining that or did he just speak?
"Well, you're in a talkative mood today" I say, the shock in my voice very clear.
He does not reply. Maybe I should have been more polite.
I take out the supplies I had gotten before I had come to the bonfire, and then begin unwrapping my arm carefully.
"I'm sorry, that was rather rude of me, I'm not exactly in the best of moods right now" I say trying to make up for my rudeness.
Again he does not reply, just watches.
With a sigh I begin cleaning the wounds on my arm. The wounds the dogs had inflicted looked relatively fine, but the slash from the thief was slightly infected, I would need to keep this very clean to make sure the infection doesn't spread and get worse. When I had finished cleaning my arm I get a small needle and thread, the slash needed stitching, something I was not looking forward to. I take a deep breath and begin stitching; wincing in pain every time the needle entered my flesh. When finished I inspect the stitching, making sure I had closed up all the bits that needed it. Satisfied with it, I wrap my arm up with clean gauze and a new bandage then put away the supplies having no use for them now.
Tiredness soon took over, so I lay down ready to sleep. I have achieved a lot in the past couple of weeks but I feel as though I'm still not getting anywhere. At least I now have two days to rest before being sent out again. Soon I fall into a deep long sleep, the calm night helping my daze.