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The dagger scraped against Welf's blade, sparks snapping in the dim corridors as the mercenary named Russo snarled and pressed harder. His partner, Brok, came at Damien with a heavy axe, the swing wild but fast.
"Die, brat!" Brok roared.
Damien ducked low, Quicksilver pulsing through his body — the axe split the stone wall where his head had been, sending shards flying. Damien's dagger flashed upward, cutting Brok across the thigh. Blood sprayed.
"AGH!" Brok howled, stumbling back.
Welf gritted his teeth, swung his greatsword, and with sheer force shoved Russo off him, following with a heavy overhead strike. Russo blocked, but the blade bit deep into his shoulder, splitting armor, blood spattering across his face.
"Damn it, these kids fight like devils!" Russo growled, staggering back.
For a moment, it looked like Damien and Welf were holding their own — even winning. Brok bled, Russo struggled against Welf's strength. Damien's heart raced. We can do this…
Then the air shifted.
The leader stepped forward. His presence alone was suffocating. Drogov — a tall, scarred man with a curved sword at his hip. He walked slowly, casually, as if watching children play.
Welf's grip tightened on his sword. Damien felt his stomach twist. No… that aura… that killing intent…
Drogov smirked. "Cute tricks. But let me show you the difference between a real adventurer… and garbage."
He drew his curved sword. The sound was sharp, metallic, final.
Then he moved.
Too fast.
Damien barely raised his dagger before the curved blade slammed against him. The impact sent him flying against the wall, his ribs screaming as pain exploded in his chest. His dagger clattered from his hand, almost lost.
"Damien!" Welf roared, blocking a brutal slash from Russo at the same time.
Damien forced himself up, coughing blood, vision spinning. "He's… Level 2…"
The words tasted like ash. The gulf between them was unreal.
Drogov sneered, walking toward him. "You've got good instincts, pretty boy. Shame they won't save you."
The curved blade thrust forward — Damien twisted, but not fast enough. Agony ripped through him as the steel drove into his shoulder, slicing near his chest. He screamed, blood soaking his tunic, dripping to the dungeon floor in wet splatters.
"HAHAHA! Listen to him squeal!" Brok jeered.
Damien staggered back, clutching his wound, his body trembling. The world blurred. The pain was blinding — every heartbeat felt like fire burning out his chest. He barely parried Drogov's follow-up slash, the curved blade biting into his dagger, sparks scattering as his arms shook under the pressure.
"You're weak!" Drogov snarled, kneeing Damien in the gut. He collapsed, choking on bile. The man's sword rose again for the kill.
"NOT WHILE I'M HERE!" Welf screamed, slamming into Drogov with raw force, his greatsword locking against the curved blade.
"Go! Damien! Handle the others!" Welf barked, sweat and blood dripping from his chin as he strained to hold Drogov.
Damien could hardly breathe — but he understood. If he couldn't fight Drogov, he had to at least stop the others. His eyes snapped to Brok and Russo.
Brok grinned, blood still leaking from his thigh wound. "Heh. Come on, brat!"
Damien gritted his teeth, Quicksilver surging again through his veins. He charged, dagger flashing. Russo tried to intercept him, but Damien rolled beneath his swing and buried his blade into Russo's side. The man screamed, thrashing. Damien ripped the dagger free and slashed across his wrist — blood sprayed as Russo's hand, and the sword with it, dropped to the ground.
"AGHHH! MY ARM!" Russo shrieked.
Brok roared in rage, swinging down his axe. Damien sidestepped, his dagger driving upward into the exposed throat. A spray of hot blood covered Damien's face as Brok gargled, clawed at his neck, then collapsed, eyes wide with terror.
Russo, clutching his mutilated arm, tried to crawl away, screaming for help. Damien didn't hesitate — he pounced on him, drove the dagger straight into his heart, pinning him to the ground as the man's breath rattled out in wet gasps before silence.
[You have leveled up!]
[Gained 100 EXP]
[Gained 100 EXP]
[You have earned 10 Stat Points.]
Power surged through Damien's body, washing away some of the pain, healing his bleeding shoulder just enough to keep moving. His vision sharpened.
"Welf! I'm with you!" Damien shouted, rushing back.
Welf was on one knee, his blade locked desperately against Drogov's curved sword. The mercenary's face twisted with irritation.
"Both of you together, huh? Fine. I'll kill you both."
Damien came at his side, dagger flashing. Welf swung from the other. Drogov snarled, parrying both with frightening skill, his sword weaving like a snake, sparks flying with each clash.
"Pathetic gnats!" Drogov bellowed, slashing Welf across the arm — blood sprayed as Welf staggered, barely holding his sword.
Damien lunged low, trying to stab Drogov's side, but the man twisted, his boot slamming into Damien's wounded shoulder. Damien screamed, the old wound ripping wider, blood pouring freely.
"Stay DOWN!" Drogov roared.
But Damien refused. His dagger, slippery with blood, came up in a desperate arc — slashing Drogov's leg. The mercenary cursed, stumbling for the first time.
"NOW, WELF!" Damien screamed through clenched teeth.
Welf let out a ragged roar, swinging his greatsword with all his weight. Drogov blocked high — and Damien darted in low, Quicksilver flaring one last time. He drove the dagger up under Drogov's ribs, pushing until he felt it punch through flesh.
Drogov's eyes widened. He coughed blood, tried to swing, but Welf's greatsword came down, smashing across his chest, breaking ribs.
Together, they drove Drogov back. Damien twisted the dagger deeper, then ripped it free in a spray of blood. With one final scream, he buried it in Drogov's throat.
The mercenary choked, blood gushing over Damien's hands, and collapsed, twitching, before finally going still.
[You have slain a Level 2 Adventurer.][Gained 300 EXP.]
Damien staggered, drenched in blood — some his, some theirs. His chest heaved. His shoulder burned like fire.
"…We… we won," Damien whispered, almost in disbelief.
Welf collapsed beside him, panting, his arm bleeding heavily. "Yeah… barely… godsdamn… we actually did it…"
The dungeon was silent now, save for their ragged breathing — and the dripping of blood onto stone.
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