Beast Soul

Chapter 127 – Teamwork

Noah continued to increase the strength on his fingers as he pressed hard on Mr. Carrick's head, and the monster could feel his skull slowly breaking. He felt his eyesight becoming weaker and weaker.

"No- no…" Mr. Carrick opened his mouth and from his throat shot out a long tentacle that was aiming for Noah's head, but right before it could make contact with its target, Noah instantly tilted his head sideways, and the tentacle shot right past him, only grazing his chin in the end.

The tentacle crashed into the wall behind them, piercing into it. Mr. Carrick widened his eyes, and the tentacle retreated back with the same speed, and attached to the tip of it was a piece of the dirt wall, which slammed right onto the back of Noah's head!

BAM!

The intense force that came with the attack caused both Noah and the monster to be flung backwards into the air before crash landing onto the ground with a loud noise, finally escaping the burning flames.

WHAM!

Noah lost his grip on the monster's head as he crashed onto the earth completely unconscious. His entire body had been burnt into a crisp, and blood was dripping out from the several wounds that were visible on his body. 

"Hah.. hah…" The monster, Mr. Carrick, on the other hand, was breathing in and out, seemingly relieved about the fact that he had escaped death just now. He looked a bit better in comparison to Noah. Of course, he too had spent too much time inside the flames, and it had affected his body and his skin, making him severely injured as well. But at least he was still conscious. 

However, although he seemed alright from the outside, Mr. Carrick knew that he wasn't exactly doing too good on the inside. His skull had been broken, and although it wasn't enough to kill him, it certainly made him significantly weaker.

"F*ck! How the hell did someone as powerful as I, get my a** kicked by a newbie like him?" Mr. Carrick grumbled under his breath, gritting his teeth with anger and hatred in his mind as his gaze was fixed on the unconscious body of Noah a few feet away from him.

"He's a dangerous foe.." Mr. Carrick whispered softly to himself, squinting his eyes as he spoke. "I've got to end his life, or he might actually end up being a big problem!"

If Noah was able to take him on at such an early stage, then there would be no telling how powerful he'll get if he's given enough time to grow. Mr. Carrick couldn't let that happen, and he tried to move his legs.

"F*ck.. it still hurts like hell.." Mr. Carrick winced in pain as he slowly got to his feet. The flames were easily one of his worst ideas, and he most probably would stay away from using that technique again. 

He then stretched out his clawed hands and took a step in the direction of the unconscious Noah, but right then!

"Stop right there, monster!" A foreign voice entered the ears of Mr. Carrrick, and he turned around to look in the direction from which the voice had come from, only to find four young boys standing in front of the pathway that he had taken to get here.

"You!" Mr. Carrick's eyes were fixated on Gerald, who had successfully escaped from his captivity with a little help from his friends. 

"Don't even think about touching our friend!" Harold said with an intense voice as he pointed at the unconscious body of Noah, who was lying on the ground.

"What the f*ck are you little runts going to do about it?!" Mr. Carrick said with a growl, and Harold turned to look at the rest of the group before nodding his head. The group nodded back at him in response, and with a deep breath, Harold rushed forward, heading straight for Mr. Carrrick.

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A few minutes earlier.

The tentacle retreated back with the same speed, and attached to the tip of it was a piece of the dirt wall, which slammed right onto the back of Noah's head. The intense force that came with the attack caused both Noah and the monster to be flung backwards into the air before crash landing onto the ground.

"Ah f*ck! That seemed like it would've hurt a lot!" Gerald said while wincing. "Are you sure that our ambush plan would work?I mean, he seems like a difficult enemy to defeat. Even Noah's finding it difficult to beat this guy!" He asked while he turned his head towards Harold, Alphonso and Max, who also were watching the fight between Noah and Mr. Carrick with serious expressions on their faces.

"That was before this fight! Look at him now!" Harold whispered softly under his breath as he pointed his finger at Mr. Carrick, who was getting up from the ground after escaping from the flames and taking a beating from the piece of the dirt wall. "He's seriously injured. There's absolutely no way that he can take on all of us!"

Uncertain, Gerald turned to look at Max and Alphonso, who both nodded their heads, agreeing with Harold's words. "He did fight for a long time with Noah. He's obviously going to be exhausted right now." Max said while squinting his eyes at the injured Mr. Carrick who was slowly moving towards Noah. 

"You saw how powerful those flames were, right?" Alphonso patted Gerald on his shoulder as he spoke. "It even made Noah faint. Look at Mr. Carrrick, he's barely able to walk properly. We've got this!"

Gerald once again looked at Mr. Carrick after listening to Alphonso and Max, and let out a sigh. "Fine. But we have to be extremely careful." He said with caution in his gaze. "He's still someone who's more experienced in combat than any of us. Don't forget that."

The others nodded their heads. "So, does that mean it's go time?" Alphonso turned to look at Harold and asked. 

"Oh it definitely is!" Harold gave a thumbs up in response, and the group headed in the direction of Noah and Mr. Carrick.

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Back to the present.

Tap! Tap! Tap!

Harold moved with speed. He wasn't as fast as Noah. But he was definitely quick when compared to the speed of a normal human being.

"Y-You sh*theads! Do you have any idea who you're dealing with?" Mr. Carrick spoke with anger, but deep inside, he was actually concerned. After all, he was seriously injured, and any more fights, no matter how big or small it was, would only put him in a disadvantage.

"I've got the sides!" Following Harold's lead, Gerald clicked his tongue and leapt forward as well, heading towards Mr. Carrick's right, much to the enemy's displeasure. 

"You idiots! You think that you can take me down just because I'm injured? I'll make sure that you realize just how big of a mistake you've made right now!" Mr. Carrick roared with anger in his eyes as his long and slimy tentacle-like tongue escaped his mouth and shot towards Harold.

"Oh, no you don't!" Harold yelled out as a cold glint flashed across his eyes, and he stretched out his right hand forward.

Whoosh!

From his hands shot out multiple thorn-like objects, whistling through the air with incredible speed and collided with the tentacle-like tongue, piercing it!

"AHHH!" Mr. Carrick felt a rigidness penetrate his bones and flood his heart and mind, after which a burning pain replaced the feeling, making him scream loudly. 

"You b*tch! You dare to wound me? You puny human beings?" Mr. Carrick roared loudly as he opened his mouth once again, and from his throat burst out multiple ball of flames.

Although they weren't as powerful or as enormous as the one he used against Noah, this was the only flame attack that Mr. Carrick could utilize right now, because of his injuries. 

Whoosh!

The fireballs shot through the air, heading towards Harold, who squinted his eyes and raised his hands up once again.

WHAM!

However, right before the fireballs reached Harold, hundreds of roots sprouted up from underneath the ground in an instant and formed a giant wall in front of him, blocking the fireballs from reaching him and causing them to collide against the wall.

BOOM!

The fireballs exploded with a loud noise, and Harold looked at Max, who gave him a thumbs up, and the roots returned into the ground, and the giant wall disappeared instantly. Harold nodded back before he rushed forward towards Mr. Carrick once again.

"What? How is this possible?" Mr. Carrick was caught off guard by what just happened. Gritting his teeth, he tried to raise both his clawed hands in order to fight Harold, but before he could do so, Gerald immediately stretched out his hands, elongating them and grabbed Mr. Carrick's hands from behind, making him unable to move his hands. 

Whoosh!

Harold, who by then had already shortened the distance between him and the monster, raised his hand, and from his palm shot out a long and thin thorn that burst through the air with incredible speed!

The monster, Mr. Carrick's heart filled with dread. He didn't want to die. But before he could do anything, the thorn had already reached him, piercing through his forehead and causing it to explode due to the amount of energy that it contained.

BOOM!

Blood and brain splattered all over the place, and the lifeless body of Mr. Carrick wobbled for a few seconds before falling down onto the ground!