AN
Hello everyone! I know it has been a while since I have updated any of my fics, I will get to working on them again I promise, but for now I want to focus on this one as I am feeling especially passionate about it compared to either of my prior ones. I would greatly appreciate feedback and constructive criticism on this story as I feel it might have pacing issues, though that might just be psyching myself out. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy what will no doubt be an epic adventure(I hope).
-King Furgo
Disclaimer: I do not own Danmachi or any of its characters in any capacity, please support the original creators.
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"Thoughts"
"Spells/Skills/Divine speech"
Prologue - Awakening
Explosions
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"W-What is it doing?!"
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"I-I thought you had it under control!?''
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"L-Lord ... AHHHH!"
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"No no no NO NO N-!"
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Screams
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"It's turned on us! Kill the beast! W-Wha-"
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"F-Fuck! Fuck! Run! Run aw-"
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"M-My leg! Its g-gon-"
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"Help m-me! I don't wanna di-''
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Fear
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"N-No, not the fire- AHHHHGGGG!"
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"My Lord..? Nononono, WHY?!"
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"I am your god mortals! I command you to distract it for my escape!"
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"My Lord why!?"
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Death
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"N-No, don't leave me! My lord plea-"
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"No! L-Lord ... No! don't push me down ther- Nononono! Oh gods n-"
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Rain...
Cold...
Pain...
Seconds, minutes, hours, all ran together...
Which way was up? What was down?
Ears ringing with a deafening yet silent sound, unable to hear anything else, yet able to hear everything at the same time.
Vision blurred.. Only one eye could see.. No, only one eye was there..
The clouds above rained down water all around, the sound simultaneously gentle and cacophonous... No.. That wasn't right, the clouds, no, the entire sky cried, the atmosphere pouring down all its anger, despair, and pain..
Copper, that was the scent that overpowered the senses.. Weapons? No, it was blood.. So much blood, staining the ground in crimson so that no amount of time would have it fade.
Dozens.. No, hundreds of bodies.. Ash in the wind.. Blackened metal.. Limbs without bodies...
Shattered stone.. Blazing fire that the rain couldn't put out... Crumbling walls.. Craters wider than houses..
And, in the very middle of it all was the one lone figure who moved. He stood slowly, shaking like a leaf in a hurricane. He then fell, not even able to grunt as he hit the burnt stone, his one eye able to make out the eternal scream on a severed head.
He tried to move away, but was too weak. He rolled over and looked up to the sky, unable to even close his eye, rain running down his body, washing the blood off him. The freezing cold water seeped into his shattered armor as he laid there, bordering on broken.
Wait, he had armor? Why did he have armor? Why were there bodies everywhere? Where was he? What sort of monster could have caused this much carnage?
He laid there for what could have been ten seconds or an eternity, he didn't know. He didn't even know when the rain stopped.. His eyes closed and he fell into a deep slumber.
Hours, or was it days later, the man awoke, standing up he looked around him, his one working eye stared out at the carnage before him. He tried to speak, to call out for anyone, but all that came out was a raspy gasp that made him realize how dry his mouth was.
He slowly and steadily walked around, his body sore and aching, looking for anything to drink that wasn't one of the many pools of blood. After what felt like hours, but was in reality no more than a few minutes, he found a puddle that wasn't containing a body part or blood.
Kneeling down he stared into the water for a minute, he saw his reflection. He stood at roughly six foot three inches, had pitch black, scraggly hair that had definitely seen better days, A single sapphire blue eye, his left eye having a scar over it, from brow to cheek as if it had been slashed out by a thin blade, it was the only noticeable fault on his lightly tanned face. He was also wearing black heavy plate armor that seemed to crumble away a little more with every tiny movement he made.
The man, after taking in his reflection started to drink from the puddle, scooping up handfuls of water and pouring the cold, soothing liquid down his aching throat. Finally, after drinking until his thirst was quenched, he let out a sigh as he slowly stood back up, wincing as he did.
His entire body ached, it felt as if he had been flung around as some giant monsters ragdoll. thankfully though, it seemed that his head had stopped screaming at him like it had been hours prior. Taking a moment to gain his bearings he looked down at the sorry state of his armor, he didn't know why he wore it, but he knew it was something important to him.
He started to walk around, scavenging bits of armor from the many bodies around, though he saw that almost half of the bits around were either partially or completely melted. The man knew well enough that what he was doing was considered wrong and immoral, yet for some reason that he couldn't place, he couldn't feel sorry for them, not one bit.
After what was probably somewhere around the thirty minute mark, he salvaged an entire suite of plate armor. It was an unsightly jumble of random bits of gear of various sizes and metals, but it would do for now. He had also in that time found a combat knife he thought would be useful for menial tasks, not that he would use it as it was so small for the man that he would barely even deem it worth using over his ramshackle gauntlets, as well as what would no doubt be his main weapon for a while, a great sword, it was roughly five feet long and six inches wide at the hilt. One side of the blade had been completely dulled, as if it had been slammed repeatedly into an object many times harder than the otherwise sturdy steel that made up of the large blade. He didn't exactly know why, he had tried a multitude of different mostly intact weapons, but this was the only one that felt right to him, all the others just felt.. Off.
The now armored warrior of unknown origin started to leave this place behind, walking slowly, almost limping as his left leg ached even more than the rest of him. As he walked he just had so many questions running through his head.
"What happened? Where am I? Who are these people? Was I with them? What killed them all?"
None of these questions he could answer, not by himself at least. On the bright side, he did remember some things, not much, but It was important stuff.
"My name is Furgo Drakeheart. I am thirty-six years old. I am an adventurer. And I need to find a settlement."
Furgo thought to himself as he wandered out from the ruins of the destroyed castle, down the mountain, and into a dense forest full of the sounds of nature.
Pushing a low branch out of his way he continued walking, he had been moving through the trees for more than four hours so far, traveling at a decent pace as most of his soreness had faded soon after he started his journey, and had thankfully encountered no resistance from any of its natural denizens.
"I have absolutely no idea where I am going, I just hope this is the right way to some form of settlement. I would rather not spend the night in the middle of the forest if I can avoid doing so."
Furgo mumbled to himself as he kept jogging through the brush, having to hold his sword in his right hand as his armor, if you could even call it that anymore, lacked any sort of sheathe or rack for the large weapon.
As he moved through the forest, making sure to keep alert as he did so, the adventurer saw something in the distance that made him narrow his eye, there was a small group of three goblins approximately fifty feet in front of him. Slowing his movement's down he approached, reaching them shortly after.
The goblins heard a twig snap under his foot and turned in his direction snarling, they saw the man walking calmly into their little clearing, his sword resting over his right shoulder as he spoke out softly, more to himself than the goblins.
"Well, I guess there is no better time to test my 'gear' than right now."
The first goblin charged at him, it held a small dagger with a jagged, serrated edge that would no doubt leave a nasty wound on any hit by the weapon.
The adventurers eye widened in surprise as the monster ran, it was fast, much faster than he had expected from it. He didn't let his shock get the better of him though, bringing his great sword down just as the first goblin lunged at him, intending to stab the man in the gut, the two blade collided with a metallic clang, the smaller of the two getting knocked aside.
Sadly for Furgo, he couldn't capitalize on the window of vulnerability as he was forced to jump backwards just in time to avoid a bottle thrown by one of the other two goblins. The bottle shattered in contact with the ground, spilling out a purple caustic fluid that made any of the grass it touched wither and die within seconds.
"Damn, they are fast. Much too fast for goblins, surface ones at that. What is going on here?"
The man cursed to himself as the third goblin rushed at him with a pair of one-handed axes, attempting to chop into one of the rather abundant weak spots in his ragtag armor, namely for the large opening on his right thigh. Thankfully years of muscle memory and instinct saved him from injury, bringing his sword down with expert precision, blocking both of the axes, the dual weapons sliding down and off the weapon, unluckily for the green humanoid, it had overextended its lunge, meaning that when its attack failed it stumbled just a bit.
Retaliating to the over extension Furgo kicked the goblin in the leg, just managing to trip it up enough for it to fall over. Taking the chance he had without hesitation he brough his great sword up before swinging it back down, the blade cutting its head off cleanly, the monster disintegrating as it left behind it quite small magic stone.
Though, just like most things when it comes to monsters, it didn't go without a hitch. The dagger goblin had used the death of its fellow as a chance to get a slash on Furgo's thigh and calf, making the adventurer grit his teeth in pain, the teeth of the dagger making ripped, jagged wounds that bled more than normal.
With this attack made, the goblin tried to keep up the pressure, slashing wildly at the man who, now that his focus was mainly on this target, was able to deflect just about every strike made against him. The only exception was when the second monster chucked another bottle at him, forcing him to dodge out of the way, but leaving him open to a stab to his upper right arm.
"Fuck, I need to get out of the line of sight of the one throwing shit at me. It is making this harder than it already is."
With no better ideas in mind Furgo disengaged into the tree line, hoping that the melee fighter wouldn't be intelligent enough to know following him would be a terrible idea. And his wishes were granted as he could hear the monster charging after him, using the trees other foliage to keep just ahead of the faster creature. That is when he noticed one extremely important detail, the goblins weren't fast, he was slow.
"What the hell? Why am I so slow? I didn't notice it before, but its like I am a Level 1, if even that."
He would think on this more later, he had more important things to deal with right now, and soon enough they got to a second smaller clearing and Furgo turned around, standing ready for a duel with the goblin.
"Now lets see how tough you are without help you little bastard."
With his piece said, the adventurer ran forward, sword pointing backwards on his right side, meanwhile the goblin dashed at the human, eager to embed its knife inside the man's throat.
As the two combatants approached one another Furgo had a plan in mind, he was going to use the goblins aggression against it. Just as they were about to meet the goblin did exactly as the man predicted, going for a long lunge as it tried to stab him. Smirking just a bit Furgo simply stepped to the left, causing the goblin to miss completely before it could recover he brought his blade up, severing its arm at the elbow, dagger dropping with its forearm as it screeched in pain. As one would expect, there was little it could do to save itself without a weapon and so Furgo simply brought his weapon back down, the blade sinking into the monster's flesh, going from its right shoulder down to its chest.
Sighing to himself as it turned to dust, the strike having destroyed the magic stone, but was reminded that he wasn't done yet by his instincts screaming at him to move, and so he did, throwing himself to the side just as a bottle of that same purple liquid splashed where he stood. Standing back up he looked behind him, seeing the third goblin snarling at him, reading to throw two more bottles at him, though one of them was different, it was a burnt orange color and he cared little for learning what that in particular did.
Rushing at the last remaining monster Furgo held the same stance he did before, this time blade off to his left side as he closed the distance between the two. Having to dodge to the side of another purple bottle didn't slow him too much and when he was only about ten feet from the goblin it threw the orange bottle, which when it hit the ground exploded violently, sending Furgo flying about twenty feet to the left.
After taking a few seconds to regain his bearings, the man stood up and grit his teeth, feeling his already shitty armor falling apart from the explosion, slight burns from the flames of the explosion as well. He could see the goblin reaching into a pouch it had for more and pull out not one, but two more orange bottles an idea hit him.
"I only hope this works, just don't miss Furgo."
He picked up a fragment of his armor and with everything he had chucked it at one of the bottles it held. For a second the only sound in the clearing was a quiet *tink* as the metal shard hit the glass. Then there was a loud hissing sound, before the goblin could even react the bottle exploded violently in its hand, starting off a chain reaction as the bottle in its other hand exploded as well, right next to the pouch it had. The next thing Furgo knew he was thrown into a tree as a multitude of those bottles all blew up at once, some of the caustic bottles in there too, causing a veritable rain of highly toxic fluids which thankfully was either blocked by his blade or armor before quickly evaporating.
Sliding down the trunk of the tree and landing flat on his ass Furgo groaned, his entire body sore once again after having been blasted back into a quite sturdy tree, not a great feeling whatsoever.
"Fuck... Well, lessons learned, don't do that again.."
Now that the threats were dealt with, the man ripped off some cloth from his armor, using strips of it as makeshift bandages for the wounds he had received, and once that was dealt with he finally had time to think, and he was genuinely concerned about what he noticed earlier.
"Why am I as slow as a Level 1? I don't remember my level, but I know it was higher than that. It's like my Falna is gone.."
Upon that thought crossing his mind his eyes widened as he realized that it was probably true, just look at where he woke up, his god or goddess had probably left him to die, or died themselves and returned to Tenkai.
On that train of thought though, who was his god or goddess? He couldn't remember a single thing about them, not even a vague notion anywhere, there was just nothing whatsoever.
Furgo's brow furrowed in thought for a few seconds as he slowly stood up and started to slowly walk again, completely forgetting about the magical stone dropped by the monster he killed first. Too distracted by just how bad his memory loss was.
In fact, he was so distracted by this that he never even noticed how late it had gotten until the sun had already started setting. When he finally registered the passage of time be quietly berated himself, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention.
"Damn it, it's already dusk. I can't believe I got so distracted, I can't be doing that, it'll end up getting me killed.. And I don't even have time to get food or make any kind of shelter for myself.. I guess I better find a place to sleep, a tree would probably be my best bet."
As he said this he looked are around with the little light left to illuminate his surroundings, finding a suitable tree with wide sturdy branches. He started to scale up the side of the tree, using his sword as a foothold when necessary, eventually managing to get up to the spot he eyed just before.
"I guess I will have to go without dinner tonight, I should focus on finding food in the morning."
Furgo thought to himself as he sunk his blade into the trunk of the tree, using it as a sort of railing for one side of the branch. After doing all he could realistically do, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, the first voluntary time today.
"So you are the new recruit? You look... Acceptable, don't let Lord ... down or I will kill you myself, am I understood?"
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"Hey, did you hear? The rookie has apparently caught the eye of the Captain."
"Ouch.. Hope we don't have to scrape him up like the last one."
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"Damn! Look at that bastard go! No wonder Lord ... sought him out."
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"He has been here three months!? What the fuck do you mean he is Level 2 already?!"
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"Who does that guy think he is? I was well on track to get bonus from Lord ... then walks in this fucker and steals it right out from under me!"
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As the night passed, slowly turning to dawn and then to a full morning, Furgo slowly opened up his eye, looking around he saw that he was still up on the branch he fell asleep upon. As the man sat up and stretched, his back and various joints popped after the less than comfortable night when his brows furrowed in thought once more.
"What was that dream? I... feel like I know those voices, but I can't quite place them. Were they a part of the same Familia as I was?"
He shook his head clear of these thoughts, grabbing the hilt, pulling the blade from the trunk and climbing down to the forest floor making sure his surroundings were clear of anything nasty.
"Now isn't the time to worry about that, I need to find something to eat before I do anything else."
He said aloud to himself, his stomach letting out a loud rumble almost as if it was reaffirming his point. Unfazed by his body's natural call for sustenance he began to move once again, only occasionally stopping when he came across some berries, nuts, or the very occasional edible flower. It wasn't much but he had enough in him to keep him moving for the time being.
As the adventure walked through the trees and various other bits of plan life, he came across something that was quite the pleasant sight for the man, a river that flowed at a leisurely pace. This sight put a small smile on his face as he knelt down, cupping some of the refreshing liquid that made life possible.
After a few minutes of quenching his thirst Furgo stood back up and thought to himself, deciding whether to go upstream or downstream. Either way he was without a doubt going to be following the river, after all he had no idea where he was whatsoever, and following water was a much better idea than just aimlessly wandering through the forest.
After some deliberation he decided downstream was the better of the two, or maybe he just used that as an excuse to stop his mental deliberation and just pick as way to go. Regardless of the reason, he started to walk alongside the river, hoping that he would find someone sooner rather than later.
He didn't really know how long he walked for, all he knew was that he was getting hungry again, and he didn't think his earlier 'meal' would cut it this time, so he dedicated his time to looking for some kind of animal, preferably one that he could sneak up on. This would also be easier for the man, he was next to a river and well, everything needs water. So all he really needed to do was find a place to hide and wait for something to come by.
And he didn't need to wait long, within half an our he saw a boar approaching the river, sniffing and snorting the whole way, it would be a perfect target as they tended to be less skittish than most of the animals he could think of to live in this kind of environment.
Furgo waited until his prey was drinking from the river, hoping that the sound of the moving water would mask his approach just enough for him to get within striking distance. Slowly and steadily taking steps towards his target, making sure not to step on anything that could alert the animal, and when he was about ten feet from it he lunged forward, the sudden movement catching the attention of the boar, but it was already too late as his sword swung into its neck, severing its spinal cord and instantly killing the beast.
After his kill, the hungering adventurer spent the better part of two hours simply just trying to light a fire to cook with, though he was having quite a lot of trouble in doing so. Resorting to scraping the edge of his weapon against a piece of his armor to create sparks. Furgo couldn't help but grumble quietly to himself as his stomach voiced it's displeasure at not having been sated yet, the man wished he had some kind of fire magic that would make his life easier in this department, but that simply just reminded him of his lack of a Falna, something he will just have to get used to he guessed.
After finally getting the fire lit and going properly, he started to butcher the boar, using the combat knife he picked up at the castle to do so. He was right to pick it up, he would have hated doing this with his great sword, the thing was perfect for combat but it would have been far too unwieldy for a task such as this one. And while Furgo was by no means an expert at preparing the carcass, he did a reasonable job he thought, he next searched the immediate area for a few long and sturdy enough looking sticks, sharpened them and used each one to hold one of the boars legs over his fire, taking care not to burn any of them.
As he let his current and future meals cook he took the pelt he cut off of the animal to the river, washing all the blood, dirt, and various other stuff off of it all, occasionally returning to the firs and turning the sticks to cook the meat evenly. By the time he was satisfied with how the cleaning of the pelt went the meat had just about finished cooking, and he was eager to eat actual food this time. Laying the largest segment of pelt down next to him fur side down, he set the meat down on it to let it cool down to an edible temperature, pulling the sticks out of each, spearing more of the raw meat onto them to cook. He was going to cook all of it now so he wouldn't need to stop and spend another two hours starting a fire again.
He was well aware it would get cold over time, but he didn't care, he was just glad to have something that would fuel him as he traveled. Just about when he could no longer take it, the scent getting to him and making the man salivate, he grabbed one of the thankfully no longer burning hot boar legs, beginning to dig in with gusto. Oh yeah, definitely better than his breakfast, wasn't even close.
After eating, cooking the rest of the meat, tying all of it up in the pelt, stomping out his fire, and even using some pelt to make a loop he could use to actually put his sword away on his back, he began to move again. With his stomach properly satisfied this time he felt full of energy, able to travel at a faster pace than before, something he was quite pleased about as it would get him out of these woods faster.
- Four Days Later -
Furgo was getting tired of walking, he had not stopped moving for longer than thirty minutes for anything other than sleep and he was beginning to doubt if his plan was the right one. He had finished the last of his boar this morning and was seriously contemplating just accepting his situation, making some kind of shelter and living in the wilderness.
No, he wasn't going to just give up on his hope of finding people, finding civilization. He didn't remember what he did before this, but he knew he was an adventurer, and some part of him was stubborn, no, adamant to get out of this less than pleasant situation, even if it took weeks he would find what he is looking for.
With newfound resolve he picked up his pace, determined to accomplish this goal he has set for himself. And boy was he glad he kept moving as not even three hours later he crested over a hill that ran alongside the river, looking down over it he saw a small collection of houses, fields, grain mills, and livestock.
The adventurer stared at the sight of his goal over the past five days for longer than he meant to, in no small amount of shock that he had found this small farming village so soon after steeling his resolve to do so. As he began to walk down the hill he saw a group of a little less than a dozen people walking into the village, it was most likely traveling merchants. Humming in thought to himself he wondered if he could catch a ride to Orario with them, it was his ultimate goal, to find a new familia, get his Falna back.
Soon Furgo had made it close enough that his feet touched the dirt road, putting a smile onto his face, the first one that he could really remember. Over the course of about three minutes he drew closer and closer, soon walking past the wicker arch that served as the entrance to the small town he immediately began to walk towards the center of town when he saw the group of merchants picking up bags of grain, bundles of wool, bottles of milk, and boxes of dried meats.
At first he was impressed by the amount of goods they were purchasing when he realized something, the villagers weren't getting payment, in fact they looked scared, the 'merchants' were going into their homes and storage areas, and they were dragging all the villagers to the center of town. Furgo narrowed his one eye, his good mood vanishing as fast as it had come. Watching this happen as he approached while drawing his sword off his back.
Bandit Pov:
The three bandits who were in charge of keeping watch over the farmers couldn't help but grin and laugh at the look of fear on all their faces.
"This is our best haul yet! Can't believe this tiny little place had such a stockpile, it's like they wanted to have it taken, hah!"
The one on the far left said to his two companions who simply just chuckled at their fellow criminal. That's when the one in the middle noticed something, one of the women of the village, quite a pretty one at that, having long dark hair, emerald green eyes, and a wonderful figure, was holding a small wooden box of some kind. Smirking to himself the bandit walked right over to her and speaking up.
"Hey, why don't you hand over that little box you have there? We wouldn't want to ruin a pretty little face like yours now would we?"
He said, hand resting on the hilt of a dagger that had no doubt seen mortal blood before. The woman quivered in fear and shakily handed the box over to the man who opened it up and his eyes glossed over with greed for a few seconds.
"Ho ho? What do we have here? That's quite the little collection of gems you have here, hope you don't mind if we take it."
As the bandit closed the box and turned around to put it with the rest of the band's loot haul, he got hit in the back of the head by a rock. Spinning around with a growl he barked out.
"Who the fuck threw that?! I'll fucking end you!"
That is when one of the other two bandits stepped forward with a grin, grabbing the wrist of a young boy, probably no older than five years old, throwing him to the ground in front of the lead of the small trio.
"It was this little bastard, guess he didn't take too kindly to us taking mommy's jewels, why don't you teach them a lesson Kyro? Heh."
The boy in question was crying now, looking up at the man who he threw the stone at, only to get kicked right in the face, crying even more from the pain as the man grabbed him by the hair, holding the child up as he pulled out the dagger he previously threatened the mother with, who was looking on in absolutely horror a what was happening as the bandit held the dagger to her sons throat, grinning maliciously.
"This is what happens to naughty children who don't do smart things, this is your fault for not raising them smart."
The man raised his hand and what came next was the sound of a blade sinking into flesh and then someone struggling to breath as blood flooded from the wound in their throat. Everyone there stared in shock as the bandit fell to the ground with a combat knife sticking into his neck. The rest of the bandits who were outside still spun around in the direction it came from and saw Furgo standing there, one hand holding his great sword and his other extended from having thrown the smaller weapon.
Furgo glared at the group of murderers, if looks could kill then he would have slaughtered their entire bloodline with the look he was giving them. Without even saying a word he ran at the closest bandit, who was so stunned by his comrades death that he didn't even draw his blade until it was already too late, Furgo's sword meeting his neck and separating head from body, not wasting a second to rush at the third opponent.
This one was more prepared and had already brought out his arming sword, it was tiny in comparison but would still be deadly if Furgo wasn't careful.
"We got a fighter! Killed two of us already!"
The bandit shouted out to the rest of the band before charging to meet the adventurer, using his blade to deflect the larger of the two weapons, going for a quick stab against one of the unarmored parts of the larger man in front of him. Unluckily for him, Furgo blocked the attack with his left arms vambrace, the momentary pause from this was all that was needed for Furgo to kick the bandits legs out from under him, quickly stabbing him right in the heart.
Ripping his blade out of the now dead criminal, Furgo turned to the sound of a bandit rushing at him screaming obscenities, swinging a knife wildly without any real technique. The adventurer easily dodged, blocked, and parried the smaller man's attempts to kill him.
"These bandits are no different than those goblins. No, even the goblins had some level of strategy, these men are pathetic."
With his rage slowly turning into disgust Furgo baited the man to over extent as he raised his hands above his head, when the bandit lunged he sidestepped and brought his sword down on the man's head, the blade traveling halfway into his skull before being pulled out as the bandit dropped.
Furgo could see the rest of the bandits rushing at him, five more, each with weapons drawn. One had a mace, a woman with dual curved swords, a larger one with a war hammer, another dagger wielder, and lastly a man with a great sword, that last one having notably better armor than the rest, probably the leader.
Unsurprisingly the female was the fastest runner of the group, reaching the adventurer well before the rest of the group. Furgo was focusing on the bandits movements, blocking and deflecting when he could, this one was much more skilled than the previous three, so he had to be a bit risky here, reaching out he grabbed one of her arms after she missed a swing, pulling on her hard enough to unbalance the woman. He slammed her in the chin with the pommel of his sword, stunning her just long enough for him to grab his own blade halfway down, sinking his blade into her gut, ripping it out of her side as she fell over with an agonized scream, quickly passing out from blood loss.
He recovered from the action just in time too as the largest one jumped forward intent on turning Furgo's head into a red paste, but the adventurers reflexes were faster than the swing, twisting his body out of the way as he raised his sword across his shoulders and using the momentum of the spin to bring the large sword into the back of the bandit's knee, severing the bottom half of the limb. With one foe disabled he focused on the dagger and mace wielders, the latter reaching him first, going for a swing at Furgo's left arm, aiming to break the limb.
The adventurer jumped back just enough to dodge the swing, about to bring his sword down onto the man when he was forced to block an attack by the dagger user, this one less wild than the first but still far from skilled. The issue was fighting them both at the same time, every time he pushed one back the other would come after him.
"I need to separate them, or at least get one out of the way long enough to finish the other."
Furgo thought to himself with gritted teeth stepping out of the way of another horizontal swing from the mace, using the time he took to recover to punch the offending bandit in the face with his left hand, a sickening crack sounding out as the bandit's nose broke. It was just enough of a distraction for the adventurer to allow him to a few moments with the dagger bandit, time that Furgo wouldn't waste.
As the dagger wielder went for a diagonal slash at Furgo's stomach, the adventurer slapped the dagger out of the way, planting his foot in the bandit's chest with a shoving kick. It knocked the wind out of him and sent him stumbling a few few feet away. Just in time for Furgo to block an incoming blow from the mace, wasting no time he used the cross guard of his sword to bind the head of the mace, pulling the bandit forward as he brought his foot down on the criminal's ankle, bending it in an unnatural way, the man screaming out in pain for a moment before he found the tip of Furgo's great sword buried in his throat.
With that opponent dealt with he looked for the dagger user, only for his eye to widen as said bandit was walking towards the group of villages, it seemed that he was going the route of taking as many people with him as possible. Rushing forward as fast as he could without his Falna, Furgo there with barely enough time to get between the bandit and his target, the adventurer hissed and grit his teeth in pain as he felt the dagger enter his upper back, just below his shoulder blade.
"RAAHHH!"
Letting out a yell of combined rage and pain, Furgo spun around, the dagger leaving the hand of the bandit who subsequently got a great sword swung down and slamming into neck, just missing his collarbone, and not stopping until about halfway down his torso, Furgo ripping his blade out and put it up defensively as the last and leader of the band swung his own great sword at the man defending the villagers. A loud metallic clang rang out as the blades connected, wasting no time the adventurer swung back, only for his own strike to be blocked.
Both men stared daggers at each other, before starting their duel proper, each one would block the strikes of the other, clashing, parrying, blocking, dodging. The battle continued like this, the adventurers blade slowly forming a spiderwebs of cracks throughout its length, until Furgo got a taste of his own medicine in the form of a punch straight to the jaw, staggering the larger of the two men just enough for the bandit to get in a free shot. The bandit's blade slammed into one of the few sturdy parts of Furgo's armor, cutting into the metal of his pauldron, even sinking deeply into the flesh beneath, earning a scream of pain from the larger man. If not for whatever sturdy metal that piece of armor was made from, the blade would have surely taken Furgo's arm clean off.
The fact that dismemberment wasn't the outcome was something that clearly surprised the bandit as shock took over as the main expression on his face for a fraction a second before his anger returned twofold. But that second was all that Furgo would need, grabbing the neck of the bandits leather cuirass he pulled the bandit towards him, slamming his barely armored head into the bandit's as hard as he could.
The resulting impact completely threw off the bandit's equilibrium, and with another yell of anger, pain, and this time triumph, Furgo swung his sword into the man's neck, completely decapitating the bandit. It wasn't until a few seconds later when a heavily breathing Furgo planted his sword into the ground and fell to one knee, using his now practically ruined blade to keep himself up.
"Is... Everyone okay...?"
As he said this he saw armored figures approaching, and locks of red hair were all he could see before falling unconscious from pain and over exertion.
Again, tell me what you all think about this first chapter, I look forward to bringing you more in the future!
-King Furgo