1466 No More Mr. Nice Guy
It was hard to explain.
Yes. One can stab themselves, but the way these Hidden guards caused him to do so left his body in a stare and paralysis.
The guard's eyes opened in disbelief.
Just what did they do to cause his right arm to freeze up? Why wasn't he feeling the connection with his arm anymore?
Maybe to more giant prominent Continents like Morgany, they did know a thing or 2 about a few pressure points and skills of numbness.
But as a skilled Pyno trained guard, he has never heard of such a technique before.
And now, he couldn't help wondering if his arm would ever get usable anymore.
Sorcery!
Pah!
The man's blades were kicked out of his hands within the millisecond when he went into shock.
Motherf**ker!
In a flash, he found his hands and legs quickly bundled up with ropes.
No! No!
He still failed to take one down even till now?
The man shook unwillingly at his downfall.
But what was even more shocking was that these people magically made his arms and legs go completely numb. So he was truly at their mercy
Blame these sorcerers for using unseen techniques to take him down.
Dammit! Did this mean he would have to bit the bullet now?
Pah!
A vicious punch punched into his jaw unexpectantly.
And even though the poison didn't fall out of his mouth, it still rolled out from underneath his tongue.
Following that, they punched his throat and belly all at once. And of course, as a natural body reaction, the man spat out the carefully wrapped poison, as well as a mouth load of blood.
Pufff~~
The guards stared at each other tactfully.
Mission accomplished.
They had used the quick knowledge they learned in Baymard on his to force poisons out of an enemy's mouth.
In doing this, they used time more than anything else, not giving the killer a moment to think lest he bit the poison.
They learned how to use the enemy's body against himself, making him gag the fan thing out.
They had been doing this to all enemies they came across, whether they be death-killers or not.
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The men looked at their numb target, readying thems to carry him back.
But first, there were a few things they had to get out of the way.
The lead guard stared at the rest.
"Dark 1, Dark 2, gather all hidden weapons thrown along the way. Dark 3, Dark 4... Remove all traces of any fighting."
As for him, he'll continue tying up the prisoner and keeping the man as silent as a rock.
Why? Because they didn't want to startle the enemy once they reached the camp.
Their task was to capture this man and sneak him back into the camp, and into a special tent Henry had prepared to hist their 'guest.'
Receiving orders, the other guards quickly vanished into thin air like shadows of a mirage, leaving the lead guard to his task.
"You before cough it all out." The lead man said in a cold voice.
Hateful!
The injured guard stared at him with a bloody mouth, wishing he could rip out the man's tongue and give it to him to eat.
Pufff~
He released all the built-up blood in his system while the lead man prepared to gag him.
The lead guard ruthlessly threw a thick rolled-up piece of fabric into his mouth without warning.
And as though wrapping up a nonimportant gift, he wrapped large Baymardian tape across the man's mouth, going around and around from the back of his head to the front and over his mouth again and again.
(:V^V:)
~Strack!!!
The lead guard finally cut off the end of the wrapping tape, leaving things as they were.
But no... This wasn't the end of things.
Reaching for the man, he sharply pressed a finger behind the earlobe into the pit between the jaw and neck. He then tapped other regions that created the overall effect he was looking for.
And soon, a faint~medium level of numbness sped out from within the man.
Mmmmhhhh~~~
He mumbled to no avail.
Why did he suddenly find his tongue and throat a little heavy and numb?
For a while, the injured man found that even mumbling loudly seemed difficult.
The eyes he shot the lead guard were that of scrutiny, wondering his much sorcery these people had up their butts.
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In no more than 10 minutes, the others returned.
"All done."
"Good." The lead man said, piggybacking their target.
"Let's go!"
Swish!
They ran through the scene from whence they came.
And as they ran, they made a mental note of the ace they were at.
If their target was leaping towards Whitepold city from this direction, then the enemy might have stationed forced closer to them than they thought.
The lead guard's eyes shone with a firm light.
'I have to report this matter to his majesty!'
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
Their flash steps once again emerged as they lightly leaked through the scene like ghosts.
Even with the leader carrying their target, his actions were suave, though his footsteps left deeper prints than usual.
Time flashed by swiftly. And soon, they reached the perimeters of their campsite.
But they weren't in just yet.
Their camp had 3 main circular perimeters all across the scene in layers taking one a total of at least 20 minutes to pass through all the numerous archers and guards strategically positioned along the way.
Hiding behind thick bushes, they gave a signal and waited for their inside to let them through.
Of course, they would still be moving from the shadows. But if anyone above noticed them, they would be shoot.
They had also chosen the entry path that had their inside team lined up too.
This was the team Henry trusted the most.
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Like so, the men had completed their mission.
And now, it was time to execute all traitors!!!
For the first time, Henry refused to go soft.
