The entire city populace was scrambling for their lives. A great deal of the city guard were strewn about the streets in many different pieces, half the buildings were lying in their own rubble or worse, and the stench of blood was so strong that even the weak human nose could pick it up easily. It would take some time for the citizens of Bellstance to reclaim an ordinary life, given any were left living before the day was through.

They were all retreating to the large fortress at the center of the city. Clearly they believed the the castle was the safest place in the city. They couldn't be more wrong. Now, they were all gathering up into one smaller, more confined area. This would only make things much easier. Vaskalen had already caught on to their escape and was already heading in the direction of the fortress. Styx would get there first.

Having dispensed the last of his ammo, the brute holstered his weapons. Crouching on the roof of the bell tower, he gathered his strength. With a powerful thrust, his legs slammed out from beneath him, crushing the roof of the bell tower as he leaped. The building began to collapse, debris fell into what peasants were left standing.

Light lightning, his body left the building's roof and bolted through the air. So fast, he moved, he could almost believe he could fly. Wind coursing through his hair at G's that would kill a normal man, he braced himself for impact. Here's where the real game would begin. He wondered if he could kill everyone in the castle before all the peasants had time to take refuge within it.

The archers on the wall pulled their bows back, aiming toward the projectile hurtling toward them at unprecedented speeds. They were trained marksmen, experts at what they did.

But they were only human.

The arrows flew and Styx flew through them. The pain barely registered when they tore through his flesh. His mind was in a crazed state. Nothing but blood and violence would register any emotional reaction.

He slammed into the mid-surface of the massive, towering walls. His fingers dug into the stone. At the force that he'd hit it he expected the walls to cave in, but they were far too thick and well-fortified to simply kick down. No matter how strong he was, he'd only be chipping chunks off of it at a time. Far too boring.

Slamming his fists and feet into the side of the wall, he quickly began to ascend the castle's exterior. Despite their accuracy, the archers couldn't kill this man. Styx bore through the mild annoyance of pain as the needles pricked into his back.

Launching himself up and over from the edge, he whipped Morbid off his shoulder and slammed his finger down on the trigger. The minigun whirred to life as energized shells rained from its barrels, grinding the marksmen into red clouds of blood. When they were all dead, he slung the massive gun back onto his shoulder, pulling bones out one more time. His pace picked up into a run as he glided along the walls, weapon flashing through enemy corpses.

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