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Scorching Ascension - 1.25: Upside-down shakedown (Unedited)
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While Lance and his cronies kept their secrets to themselves, Liz and her companions all shook their heads and swore that they had no clue—which Ethan believed. He didn’t know the two girls, but he didn’t doubt Liz and Gerald’s honestly. They couldn’t have cracked the main quest so fast, considering their delayed start.
As for the coach, he was just as apologetic, if not more. “I’m sorry but we haven’t dared move too deep. I have to make sure my boys stay safe,” he said as he glanced back. Ethan followed his gaze to see the many young faces hidden behind lowered round and tower shields. Most looked resolved and ready, but the dirt and dark circles under many of their eyes could not be missed. The coach turned back to him. “Please. Please let us know when you find it, I really don’t mind if we go last as long as I can get them out of here.”
Ethan stared at the man for a second then nodded. He couldn’t help but feel awed for a moment. As far as he could tell, there hadn’t been any subterfuge or deceit from the man. None. It almost made him uncomfortable, but Ethan had met one or two of the man’s kind.
In a way, that kindness reminded him of Luther. As long as you’d ignore the rudeness and sarcasm that made up the rest of the old man’s personality.
Those boys were lucky, and for a second, a what-if scenario tried to form itself in the back of his mind. A scenario of what would have happened if he’d met someone like this early enough, but he quickly quashed the thoughts away.
This wasn’t the time for ifs and buts and useless speculations. Plus, if he hadn’t had lived through his troubling childhood, he might not have had the tools and mindset to let him live through this mess.
Hell, he might already be dead.
Ethan shook his head. He didn’t have much time to consider such far fetched scenarios and in any case, the moment was ruined by the shield-bearer. Robert scoffed at the surprised coach. “Save us that sap story, would ya?”
Ethan exhaled. He was brought back to the world he was more familiar with. At least the office-worker behind them stayed quiet but man… Lance and the shield-bearer were really making things easier for him.
Before Ethan could say much, Amelie had her wand drawn and everyone reached for their weapons. She pointed her weapon at Lance’s group and spoke. “What is wrong with you, you fucking sociopaths? Not everyone’s so hell-bent on fucking over every single person they meet. You weirdos.”
They all began shouting and yelling at each other, and instead of trying to match them, Ethan summoned and ignited his claws.
The air around him immediately rippled, as if the door to an invisible furnace had been cracked open. Ethan had a chance to see Gerald’s eyes squint as he took a step back from the heat and in fact, everyone within a few feet of him did, mainly Liz and her group. The only one who didn’t flinch at the heat was Audrey, the tall and fit woman who was staring down at his clawed hands with wide eyes.
Lance began raising his shortbow toward him, only to freeze when Ethan glanced at him. The archer lowered his weapon and Ethan nodded at him. “Smart man.”
Ethan cracked his claws as he turned and fully faced Lance’s group. He pushed some fire out of them, as if the flames had to be vented.
He didn’t need to. It just felt cool, and it might look intimidating to the trio, which will help in the next coming part.
Lance realized where this was going, so he gritted his teeth and hissed. “We don’t know where the exit is, and you threatening us won’t make the damn thing pop out of thin air.”
Ethan nodded along the empty words and took a few steps closer. This time, weapons were fully trained on him, but he didn’t care.
“Listen, Lance. I know you know something. And here’s the thing; If the roles were reversed, you’d be doing the same to me. If not worse. So far, you tried to kill me once and apparently you’re extorting other participants and even if I’m willing to look past the attempts on my life, they might not,” said Ethan, nodding toward Liz’s group who stared daggers at the archer. “But,” said Ethan as he pushed his flames a bit further, enough to make Lance and his group take yet another step back, “if you were to… compensate us for the shit you pulled so far. If you were to share what you know about the exit, then we might go easy on you. I might even forget about the promise I made you about pointing your weapon at me. Which you are doing. Right now.”
Ethan gave them a second to process his words while he prepared himself. This might all blow out of proportions at any moment, so he needed to be ready. He knew he was bullying them, technically, but he had no qualms bullying bullies. Especially unrepentant ones that should know better.
He stared them down and saw them step in position. The shield was raised. The arrow was knocked. The wand was aiming.
Ethan just had to flex his wand and protective fire would consume everything around him. Though he had to be careful with his mana. The new form was guzzling mana like no tomorrow. “Looks like you want to fight this out. Tell you what. Let’s have a small bout. You three against me. If you win, then you get what you want: my head. If I win, you spill the beans. That should be easy enough of a fight for you three? No?”
Lance was fuming. Teeth bared. Ethan wasn’t sure if the archer was about to take the bait or not, but he knew for a fact Lance was burning to shoot that arrow. The gears turned for a few more seconds and then, the archer spoke up. “Fuck you. I’m not playing your games. We’re leaving.”
He began signaling his two companions—when a loud whistle cut him off.
Ethan lowered his left hand from his lips and summoned [Scorching Claws] around it once more. He gave the archer a confused look. “Did I not make myself clear? You’re telling me what you know before you leave, Lance. I was giving you a chance of potentially getting something for your sorry self out of this, but you’re talking.”
Realization sunk into the man’s eyes as they narrowed. The shield-bearer was equally as enraged, but the third somehow kept getting paler by the second. “This is barbaric,” spat out the archer.
A snort came from behind him, and Amelie’s voice rang into the clearing. “When someone pisses them off, they get taken on an expedition and no one sees them again.”
The coach took a step back. “What is happening to you, people? Have you all lost your damn minds?”
Audrey turned to him. “New world, coach. I think you better go to your group. We’ll let you know if we learn anything new. Right?”
Liz nodded, a somber expression on her face, and so did Gerald. “Of course.”
“So. Lance. Are you going to take your shot or would you rather I turned my back first?”
The bowstring twanged, and the arrow zipped at his chest. Ethan grinned, and with a flick of his wrist, a gout of flame surged upward, vaporizing the arrow and setting fire to a portion of the mushroom-tree cap above.
“Back up you four. and let us know if any monster shows up,” Ethan said, without looking away from his opponents. Then he paused, frowning for a second before he added. “If an orange cat shows up, don’t attack it.”
All four of his allies stared at him, then Amelie asked. “An orange what?”
***
Ethan stood in the clearing and faced the three opponents ahead of him. Lance and the wand-user were hidden behind the bulky shield, shooting at him and failing to pierce through the screen of flames.
No signal had been given. Lance had lashed out earlier and hasn’t stopped since.
Now should I go for a quick finish or toy with them?
He shouldn’t be wasting time. He should get the information he needs and get going. Plus, this wasn’t safe for the others. He intercepted yet another arrow that was suspiciously off-course, most likely aiming at the other four.
Alright then.
Ethan raised a hand toward the group, and the shorter man’s shield shone while a larger barrier was projected a few inches in front of the group.
Ethan was curious how resilient that barrier was.
I guess I’ll find out in a second.
A ball of concentrated flames shot out of Ethan’s palm and crossed the distance between them in a second. The ball touched the barrier and detonated like a crack of thunder. The defensive barrier shattered nearly instantly, as if it was made of glass, and fire engulfed the group in an instant. The shield-bearer seemed to resist for barely a second before he was thrown back, knocking the other two behind him like a bowling-ball through pins.
The flames washed over them, tearing a scream out of their throat, but Ethan didn’t follow up with anything and gave them a second.
He wasn’t intent on killing them.
Ethan slowly made his way toward the fallen three and winced when he got a better view of their state. They sported multiple burns and a good chunk of their clothes and hair were gone. The office worker was barely awake, while the shield-bearer was already up on his feet. He didn’t lose hair, because he didn’t have any, but at least he didn’t get burnt too badly. It looked just like a mild case of sunburns.
Points in Toughness, I bet. Good call.
Lance was trying to get off-the ground. His pants had large holes in them, while his vest and hair were smoking. He was on all four and then, as he tried to get his foot under him, he leaned forward and threw up.
Ethan hadn’t expected his opening salvo to basically end the fight. He actually felt bad. A tiny bit.
“So,” he said after a second, and the shield-bearer looked up at him, the whites of his eyes showing while Lance hadn’t managed to stop gagging just yet. “You boys want to surrender instead?”
Comments
AzorAhai
I don’t like that the mc has no backbone, first he tried to kill u the moment u meet him and then he tried to enslave ur friends and when they didn’t agree he tried to kill them. I understand that he has morals and all but come on this guy is a sociopath he killed many people and u want to only “kick his ass” and also u already threatened him to not point his crossbow at u or he wouldn’t like the outcome and he still did it again and again and what does the mc do? He spams threat after threat after threat like come on kill this crazy fucker and move on
calcroissant
Fixed! Thanks
Touch
Aw man, hope he just kill them after the answer, letting a snake live seem like a really “good” idea and no revenge would surely happened
guillaume nguyen
Edit suggestion : “What the *hell/heck/fuck* is wrong with you,
