Cyrus and Mira were shocked, but did not lower their guard. Cyrus hardens his stance further, his feet planted firmly in the ground, ready to attack or defend at a moment’s notice. Though so utterly repulsive, towering over the two, he stood his ground.
“Ah, The Beastmaster,” Cyrus smirked. “Excellent, now we can kill you and exit this filthy kingdom.”
“H-hold a moment, Cyrus,” Mira gently pleads. “I thought the rumors of The Beastmaster speaking were a bit outlandish, but to see it with my own eyes, then perhaps this is a good opportunity to learn from it.”
Cyrus raises an eyebrow. He keeps his eye locked on The Beastmaster.
“You may try, though I doubt there is much to learn from this beast,” Cyrus groans. “Now hurry, I grow impatient…”
Mira puts her guns on her holster and approaches the beast who looks down at the woman.
“Mr. Beastmaster, what is the purpose of all the bloodshed you ensue?”
“That does not concern you, travelers,” The ethereal voice projects. “As you delay these talks of peace your allies fall by my hand. I can see your allies attempting to fight back. Some succeeded, most failed. You will fall upon the latter.”
“We only fight because you so savagely lay waste to the people of Licentiam. If you are so capable of speech and understanding, then surely you are open to more formal dialogue!” Mira pleads.
“THE TIME FOR PEACE IS OVER! DEATH IS ALL THAT AWAITS LICENTIAM! I WILL TEAR THE ONES YOU LOVE, LIMB FROM LIMB, BONE FROM SINEW, UNTIL YOU ARE DUST BETWEEN MY TOOOOOOES!”
“Mira,” Cyrus calmly called to her. “Civility will not pass with this creature. If it so desperately wishes for violence, then we shall accommodate it as such.”
“Hm… that one…” The ethereal voice ponders, looking toward Cyrus. “Earlier there was a woman who looked like the man below me… Cyrus… was your name? It was mentioned previously… that woman was your sister…?”
Cyrus looks visibly irritated. He clenches his sword and flexes his muscles. The beast raises its head, looking blankly to the sky.
“She has escaped my grasp once, I will humbly admit. However, after I am done gnawing on your shredded bones… do you think she will be able to survive my wrath…?”
Initially, Cyrus does not respond. His blank stare changed back into a smirk, and evolved into a hearty chuckle.
“Heh, I never took The Beastmaster to be such a jester…!” Cyrus laughed.
The Beastmaster looks down to see the Hunter gripping his sword so hard, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.
“Hm…?”
“You are mistaken, Beastmaster. She will carry herself well. The true question is…”
Cyrus looks up at the monster with a soulless killer scowl.
“Will you survive mine…?!”
The ethereal voice erupts as The Beastmaster flexes its body in an attempt to intimidate his opponents.
"Fool! If Licentiam's special council has failed to contain me, what chance do you have?"
Cyrus and Mira's resolve remain unwavered against The Beastmaster, their weapons aimed high at the revolting creature; Cyrus glared at the monster with scorn.
"You do not hold your arms against dregs, scum! You fight against a Hunter and a Markswoman! Underestimate us at the cost of your life!"
The Beastmaster bellows a primal growl before taking its several appendages, aiming them towards its prey, and bringing them downward.
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