Arlhen stepped back unconsciously, his eyes widened so that they seemed to be coming out and his legs became as heavy as steel. At the same time, a deformed expression filled his face as the pallor of his skin became more and more ashen.

The sound of his surprise scream, as well as the chilling noise produced by the creaking of the bones, caused everyone in the vicinity to focus their attention on the scene. When his eyes fell on the corpse, the shock struck their hearts and they stopped their actions without even thinking twice.

-Why the hell are they standing there !? Oh, what is that? Before Gelvar could call attention to his subordinates, he was attracted by the circumstances surrounding the white-haired young man. Brat, did you do that?

However, his words did not go any further than that. A powerful thrust came up to his neck, causing the tanned man to focus again on the fight.

-Boy, can you hear me? Once Mengs was responsible for pushing back his opponent, he took advantage of the opening of this to approach Arlhen. However, he soon understood that the young Bareare seemed to be lost in his own thoughts, he did not even seem to be paying attention to his surroundings. From his extensive experience, Mengs could tell that the boy was traumatized by what had just happened. Damn, child. It's not time to fall asleep. Wake up a good time! Without wasting time, the leader of the escort slapped the stunned Arlhen hard.

Just then a terrible sensation ran down Mengs's spine, forcing himself to turn as he brandished his knife. In the next instant, the sound of the metal crashing against the metal resounded in the field.

- Do not you know that you can never turn your back on your opponent? Commented the man with gauntlets next to a mocking smile. From the bruise on his gloves, you could see how he was the one who tried to take Prion's head a few seconds ago.

The escort leader's forehead was drenched in sweat, but for his quick reflexes he would have lost his mind without even realizing it. He knew that good luck was not something that depended on in a battle, and that probably the next time things were neglected they would not end the same way.

When things did not seem right for his group, Mengs watched from the corner of his eyes as the white-haired boy regained consciousness. Wasting no time, he threw himself towards Gesvar like a projectile while executing a series of murderous movements.

-Brooch, listen to me! Prion raised her voice at the same time she engaged in a fight against the man with the patched eye. I do not know how the hell you did that from a moment ago, but you'll have to repeat it if you want us all to get out alive from here!

Although Arlhen had just recovered, he still had a vague idea of ​​the landscape he was in. As well as the memories of the murder he committed a short time ago. In spite of everything, this time he did not react in the same way, not because he recovered but because he was aware that if he lost control of his emotions he would be killed in this place.

At that precise moment, the young Bareare could perceive how several bandits were approaching his position. His intentions were more than clear, finish it before he manages to recover completely.

In a short time, several blades began to descend toward Arlhen's body, each more fierce than the last, each more implacable than the other. However, as happened the first time, none of them managed to connect with Arlhen's body.

Even if he still had his doubts about making a move like the previous one, that did not mean he could not evade to save his own life. But he soon realized how naive his thoughts were, even though at the beginning it was not too difficult to dodge the attacks of his opponents, over time this became increasingly difficult. It was not because the vandals became faster, but because there were fewer and fewer openings to escape their movements.

-Shit. - A long but not deep wound appeared near Arlhen's torso, forcing him to retreat.

- What the fuck are you doing !? That scene caused Mengs to explode with rage. Stop evading and kill them once! What do you not understand that is your life or theirs? No, it's not even your life. It is the life of that family that rescued you from that river.

Of course, Arlhen was no fool, he had already understood the man's intentions long ago. But he still refused to repeat something like what happened, he was sure he could not tolerate it once again if he saw his hands soiled by someone else's blood.

In the midst of his reflections, the sharp blade of a sword appeared before his eyes, threatening to cut his face in two at any moment. As if reacting by instinct, the young Bareare managed to overcome death, with only one piece of his hair being cut.

The responsible vandal smiled with mockery and security, but soon after his smile disappeared from his face and his face was sunk by a fist. The person responsible for such action was an Arlhen with a dark face and dull eyes. Although he had certain principles that he preferred not to break, he was not a person who would tolerate being mocked.

The next thing Bareare did was to watch the unconscious man who luckily had not died. Yes, he did not die due to simple luck. Arlhen had restrained himself at the moment of hitting him, but if the force he used was enough to kill him or not, that was something he did not know. It was perhaps that impulsive characteristic of his, one of the most frightening things in the right conditions.

When he looked at the group of people who until recently tried to assassinate him, they were invaded by fear. They were trying to kill him with the certainty that he would not dare to do anything to them, but right now it was shown that his provocations did nothing but enrage his enemy. They all felt that they had tied a rope around their necks.

As expected, Arlhen cared little if his opponents were sorry or not. He did not bother with unnecessary arguments and lashed out without giving them any room for maneuver.

Once he started facing the bandits, they understood that the boy did not seem to be a rookie as they thought at first. In fact, several of his movements were even more complex than they seemed.

This was true, although Arlhen was not a fighter in the strict sense of the word, he still possessed several martial arts knowledge imparted by his father. At first he thought that it was just simple self-defense movements, but it was due to his immense perception that he had this wrong idea. Only now, in a real confrontation, could he notice that his abilities were perhaps higher than he always believed.

The young Bareare positioned himself firmly on the ground, waiting calmly until the robust man arrived. When he got close enough, he threw a fierce blow at the chest of the white-haired boy. Nevertheless, that attack never arrived, because during its trajectory it was deviated with the end of the fingers of Arlhen. Right after, Arlhen used his elbow to slam it into the man's jaw. In a matter of seconds he defeated another opponent ...

The tip of the blade touched Gesvar's face, producing a wound on his left cheek. But he was not intimidated by something so superficial, instead he extended his arm to push the hand with which Mengs held his knife, thus creating an opening for his next attack.

Without a weapon to protect him, Prion was completely vulnerable from his right side. Just then, when he saw how his opponent's huge fist began to move closer, he overcame his limits in order to move his other arm.

Soon, the sound of the metal impacting against the flesh echoed in the hearts of those present. On the one hand, Mengs was forced to back away while his broken left arm appeared to be broken, while at the same time the man with tanned skin was wiping the blood that slid down his face.

-This is over Mengs, you were never a match for me in the past and neither are you now. But do not worry too much. I will kill you quickly out of respect for our old friendship.

-Friendship? That nasty tongue of yours does not seem to change even after being hit like a dog. Maybe if I take away that other eye learn to stop saying so many stupid things. Despite his ragged appearance, Prion still wore a mocking and smug smile.

-I thought that your brain was better than this, but maybe I overestimated you too. -Gesvar did not bother to continue talking, quickly approached while raising his hand to slam it into the face of Mengs.

However, just when it looked like he had things in the palm of his hand, a terrible pain that seemed to pierce his ribs made Gesvar's expression twitch. For a few seconds he felt the air escape his lungs, it was as if a huge concrete mallet had crashed against his body.

In that small moment of carelessness, Mengs rose up like a furious leopard and directed the knife in his right hand toward the man's throat. However, at the moment when it seemed that everything was going to end, the trajectory of his arm was interrupted by the palm of the battered Gesvar.

He was standing like a gigantic statue, the bronzed man smiled with a ferocity worthy of a beast, unleashing with his eyes his enormous desire to kill both individuals.

But...

As soon as the robust man's eyes focused on Mengs' hand, he realized that he was not holding any knife. That fact, together with the triumphant smile of his opponent, caused Gesvar to unconsciously bring his hand up to his neck, finding a warm liquid spilling from his throat.

The incredulity struck the face of a man with a patched eye like lightning, but it did not move. His twisted facial expressions lost strength at the same time that the paleness consumed his being, soon his strong legs weakened and his eyes began to wander around his surroundings.

And so...

He collapsed on the floor like a puppet whose strings were cut, without even a few last words to leave, without even regretting his crimes, but above all, with no one to miss.

-Thanks child. Tell me what is your name? Mengs asked as he held his fractured arm.

-Arlhen. The young Bareare looked around with obvious discomfort, still reluctant to believe that he was part of what had happened.

-Well, Arlhen. Although I still had a little trick up my sleeve, I could not say that I would succeed. This time you can say that you saved my life, you have my thanks, so if you need anything, do not hesitate to look for me ... You seem worried, if it is about these criminals then you do not need to think too much, my men will end with them shortly .

- Will they be killed?

-Of course, what else could we do? This kind of people do not need to continue treading this earth.

-N-I'm not sure, seriously killing them is the solution?

-This is the first time you've experienced a real battle, right? Tell me, can you see that guy there? Mengs pointed indifferently to the body of the tanned man. What do you think that guy did? If it were something as simple as stealing, I would not even bother to face it ... You know, where I come from, Gesvar committed dozens of atrocious crimes. If you and I had not stopped him, that little girl inside the vehicle would have been his next victim ... Of course, then that would add to the dozens of cases in his file, do you really think that guy deserved to live ? Look at all those criminals, maybe they are not as disgusting as their leader, but the fact that each of them collaborated voluntarily to make possible the wishes of Gesvar, makes them so guilty as to be punished with their lives. Tell me, child, do you think I should let them live?

-N-no ... I do not know. P-But if we start judging according to our own perceptions, how can justice be differentiated from injustice?

-It can not. Do not make an incorrect idea, justice can never be differentiated from injustice, because no matter what kind of world it is, who decides the rules are the strong ones ... Equality is only the dream of the weak, those who they live oppressed by their own deficiencies. But life always gives us options, we can live like ants under the feet of the strong or grab a damn needle and stab them in their throats.

-What are you saying? Arlhen inclined his head to show how little he understood of Mengs's words.

-Once you stop looking for equality, once you stop looking for justice, once you stop looking for any stupid utopian dream, then you will see the true colors of this world. Only then can you walk the path to the top, only then can you become strong. And when you are, you will not create true justice but if your own idea of ​​justice, you will not create true equality but your own idea of ​​equality ... But after all, even if you conquer the world, you will never achieve true equality. The muffled cries of the men being silenced by the guards' blades fanned the surroundings. Right now, what you see, is my own idea of ​​justice. An idea that is quite unfair to evildoers, do not you think?