The banners above swayed with little to no energy—but with what wind? Almost like they want to fall.
Then in the middle of the hall as it was laced with green cloths and the ceiling bearing chandeliers. A tall, large man focuses his attention on the guard and the man.
"Hmm..." The large man droped his goblet on a waiter's tray and moved forward towards them.
The bloodied man's slightly raised eyes catching a clothed vision of him as a smile sprouts on his face---even though it was faint.
My great lord.
The lord moved forward as the gold and silver ornaments softly jingle on his body, his robe rolling on the rumbled carpet.
My power…
No…Not just mine...Ours!
The bloodied man thought as vigor filled his veins.
The bloodied figure squirming on the guard's shoulder, he forced himself forward, leaving the guard's support. He immediately falls on his fours while his sword clanked on the floor.
"Wait..You!" The guard extended his hand forward.
The lord saw this and stopped walking, recoiling back as his knuckles and fists tightened, the other people that were around also moved back.
...What me and fallen breathen swore to fight for!
Mosa grits his teeth as he readied himself upwards, mustering all the strength in his legs as it wobbled.
I–I need to tell him….
Moving towards the lord as his dented breastplate echoed his fractured breath. Crimson stains on the once polished steel--Thick, wet. The crest on it, tarnished, unrecognisable, all drying to a dull brown crust.
His right leg buckled each time it touched the ground, Leaving a slick, dark smear that widened with each gruntled, agonizing step.
"Ughn! That smell?!" A lady used a cloth to cover her rather big nose as the metallic scent of blood and his armour clung heavy to the air and looms over the people.
Then from within the recoiled crowd, a slight shuffle can be seen, getting closer and closer to the scene as the people grunt.
"Let me through goddamnit!" An old man's voice is heard as he brushes past them, arranging his cloth as he smiles at them. His face then soon turning to the bloodied man.
"Wait..."
"...Mosa?" His voice breaking halfway as the bloodied figure, Mosa, his sliced and dirt riddled ears picked up.
W-Wait… who is tha—
Mosa paused walking as his eyes dotting around the place, then they finally focus on the old man, standing with his obese figure as his hands are shaking.
Well…What a sight for sore eyes.
A light beat envelops within Mosa's heart, his eyes widening as a smile illuminated his parched lips.
Almost wouldn't have recognised him…
If it wasn't for his signature bulk…
Hehe…
It's that bastard Snoino…
It is sure good to see his blobby face.
Haha!
Mosa, trying to move forward again but his legs seemed to go deaf to his brain's commands, his hands just exerting force as his spine ached.
M-My l-legs...No!
Snoino, trying to regain control over his own hands, slowly moved forward at first then his legs increased in pace toward Mosa.
"Oh no…Mosa my boy…" His arms widening as he got closer with each step with his breath deepening.
…My chest---
Mosa gently touched his chest.
ACK ACK!
"Oh charitas…This is disgusting." A busty woman with her white bony hands covered her mouth as she turned her head away.
The man decorated with badges gripped the hilt of his sword on his waist as his red cheeks seemed to fade into his white skin.
Just…What is this…?
The man posed his body into a stance.
Suddenly, Mosa felt blood rushing against his lip. Using his free hand to cover his mouth shut. But alas, it flowed through the gaps on his fingers and dropped towards the floor.
Snoino finally reaching Mosa as he extended his chubby hands to him with his brows slanting upwards.
Huh…Actually surprised that he can move that quick…
"Hahaha..." Mosa chuckles softly.
Snoino holds Mosa, supporting him, lowering him to the ground as rust and blood stained his odd yet fitting mismatched clothes.
"Still wearing those your weird styles huh…" The air thinning in Mosa lungs.
"W-What h-happened?" Snoino's voice slightly high pitched.
Mosa teetered between light and darkness as an evening beam softly landed on him. His lips slowly parted and shaked, trying to speak but air just wheezed from his mouth.
"C'mon speak my boy!" Snoino leaned in closer, his voice sounding soft.
Why did he walk in here...Just who is he?
The lord moved in a bit closer as his eyebrows looked puzzled.
"They…T-They…came…"
---The end of chapter 2---