41 Hunter Owls
Due to the agile reflex of the half-wolf, he managed to pull away with a backward leap, before the boy’s punch hit the spirit and created a hole in the building.
“Get out of the way, you dumbass!” The boy, with white hair and large fangs, shouted at Luke right after the punch.
“Who are you?!” Luke insisted on the question since he didn’t want to confuse the situation or end up attacking those angry little guys.
“Huh!?” From the brat’s exclamation, it looked like Luke had just committed a crime. “We’re from the Hunter Owls Clan, dammit!”
“Who?”
“You’re an idio—” Barrommm! The building below the two boys’ feet began to resound. “What the fuck is that now? I’m sure I blew that turd’s head off.”
“He’s immune to physical attacks, asshole!” said Luke with his back to the boy as he stepped off the shaking roof.
“How dare you to call me an ass—” Barroooomm! The rumbling got even more intense. “Ah, fuck!” stressed, the boy jumped into the hole next to him.
‘He’s an idiot…’ Luke thought.
Seconds later, everything went quiet and even the building stopped shaking, however, unlike the archer who was proud of his brother, Luke already knew what was happening.
On the third floor of the building, the creature was choking the boy’s neck with the crushing force of only one arm.
‘It’s impossible.. Am I really gonna die like this…?’ The boy thought while his awareness of the surroundings started to get shaky and inaccurate. His thoughts were shuffling, and his greatest desires were bubbling up at that moment.
*
From the sound the muscles in the boy’s throat made, gasping for ar, Luke knew what was about to happen. The boy was dying.
“Sigh… let’s go then…” spoke the half-wolf and jumped into the hole as well. Already knowing the location of his opponent, he left his sword ready for a slash during the fall, and gravity doubled his strength.
Vumm! Shack! The Spirit’s arm was ripped off and the boy was released. Within moments, Luke landed, caught the little irritant, and delivered a right kick to the monster’s stomach, repelling it backward.
“Cof… Cof…” The boy coughed, leaning on Luke’s shoulder, “W-who the hell are you man?”
Hastily, Luke threw himself through one of the windows of that industrial building, which seemed to be abandoned, grabbed the trim from it, and propelled himself upward toward the building the archer was in.
In the elf’s vision, the half-wolf was almost flying, and after she noticed her brother in his arms, she was stunned.
After Luke landed, she dropped her bow aside and ran toward him, “What happened? Where’s the monster?”
As if by fate, the red figure floated out of the same hole in the roof of the building that was made by his fall.
“Hurgh… He’s not a normal monster…” said the irritated one, with his hand on his throat.
“Stay away and go call the Guild for help. This monster seems to be immune to physical attacks, we need mages or a bunch of warriors. I’ll distract him. Go!.” spoke the half-wolf, afraid that these two geniuses might get in his way as well.
“Ah, fuck it…” The elf went to her bow, took a pointless arrow from her quiver, and shot high into the air.
Zimm! The arrow flew up to a certain height and as it started to fall, it exploded. Boom! A vivid red ink could be seen.
“Why the fuck are you gonna call them?!” The irritated one inquired, going at the woman, but Luke held him by the shoulder.
“It doesn’t matter now, I’ll just focus on the monster. If you’re not going away, at least don’t make trouble.” the half-wolf said, squeezing the boy’s shoulder hard, to make a clear message. ‘If only Nathalia were here, we could enjoy her sorcery…’
Believing that the two white-haired people would stand still, Luke began to run towards the Spirit, so that it would not have time to transform again.
Tap! Tap! The tapping of footsteps, despite being stealthy, got the Spirit’s attention.
However, seconds later, dozens of people with blue cloaks under their shoulders suddenly appeared. Flumm! The fluttering of their cloaks produced the sound that had announced their arrival.
That surprised Luke, who could not hear any footsteps or breathing other than his own.
‘What’s going on?!’ Luke wondered, seeing all those figures with their knees bent, illuminated by the burning summer sun.
Most of them carried species of bows, some long, some short, and even some crossbows. In mid-air, they all shot in one rhythm. ZIMMM! Their arrows hissed in unison.
But they were not normal arrows, but distinctly magical ones. A curtain of steam rose around the monster, and then all the archers had time to land on the rooftops.
Seeing that there were many more allies now, Luke gave a smile and shouted at the same moment he started running, “Keep firing!”
The man who landed next to him exclaimed, “Be careful with the arrows!”
Before the smoke had time to subside, another batch of arrows was fired. Many of them were inaccurate so Luke had to dodge some and even got hit by one in the shoulder, but there were those that hit precisely. Trunck! Shunk! The sound of their crunching, on Spirit’s hardened skin, let the half-wolf know where he was.
With one blow in the air, Luke scattered all the smoke to see his target and then propelled himself, using the strength of his right foot, and with one swift stroke, drove the sword into the Spirit’s head.
[Sun Apparition dead, Monster Core obtained.]
‘Was it just to have focused on the head from the beginning?’ Luke thought, after all, he had put in a lot of effort, managed to take the monster’s limbs many times, and knew that he had the opportunity to cut off the creature’s head earlier, only he assumed that it would also regenerate.
Clap! Clap! Clap! The people on the rooftops began to cheer, for each other, not for Luke, as they celebrated with hugs and smiles.
“We did it!”
“Wasn’t that too easy?”
“Who cares? We killed a monster outside the Dungeon, we’ll be city heroes tomorrow!”
“Let’s fucking go!” The stressed-out boy was celebrating along with it.
Right after looking around, Luke took the sword from the head of that Sun Apparition. Thunck! The creature’s body, crystallized, immediately began to crumble.
‘Monsters have no consciousness anyway… If it had continued in liquid form, it would be immune to almost all my attacks, but it preferred to use the form in which it had a chance to hurt me.’
By the time the four arms were gone, an item fell to the ground, actually the fraction of an item. Luke bent down to pick it up and in his hand was now a torn piece of paper, a message he could not understand.
“Was you who dealt the final blow to the creature?” A thick voice questioned, coming from the half-wolf’s back.