Gurgle. Gurgle.
Water poured out of the eyes of the four headed bull shimmering under the golden hue of the sunset.
It drew as a canvas for the man who spoke. His silhouette as the painting on it.
Naph's eyes didn't betray him, he saw the man but he still did not feel his gaze.
'How?' he questioned.
"To clear up loose ends?" he quipped back to the man behind the fountain.
A muffled syllable escaped the man's mouth. To Naph it sounded like 'hmm'.
"See, you agree!" He pointed his dagger in right hand towards the fountain.
The one who had the bloodied red eye shouted, "Shut up and die!"
He sprinted in a single step at Anaphol. His both hands stretched out their fingers. Naph could not tell what that meant yet he instinctively had a worse feeling about it.
Parrying the attack with his daggers, he pushed against the red eyed man. Both came face to face, the man opened his mouth but right at that moment Anaphol kicked him in between the legs.
Taking the shot, the man's entire body succumbed to a wave of pain. Baring his teeth at Naph he took a knee, then both knees went down.
"Tch, tch, tch. Cannot even properly maintain the form, what have they been teaching you about cata?" Came the voice of the man behind the fountain.
The other man with cut sleeves gave a side-eye to both his partner and the man behind the fountain. He chose not to turn his front away from the boy.
Naph exclaimed, "Ah, another knower!"
A step resounded in the hectic screaming of the fleeing crowd, and another voice bellowed into the conversation. "Not a knower. Educated, unlike you Anaphol."
A small laugh followed after with, "Isn't that quite a truth, oh rising truth borne?"
Naph's head spun fast to the voice and he clapped back, "That's an old joke on my name. Kill it or go back to where you came from."
"That's enough, Astref. We are on a tight schedule on this particular day," announced the man stepping into view from behind the fountain. His black hair lustrous in the dying golden light of the sunset.
"Fine, fine," replied the man whom the other called Astref as he too walked into the crossroad from the first road Naph tried going to.
Bringing his daggers closer to his face at the ready, Naph eyed the four men one by one.
From looking at the bloodied red eye man to the man with cut sleeves then the one who stepped out from behind the fountain and lastly the one named Astref.
His heart beating faster. He thought there were obviously more but why are they hiding he couldn't put that in the image.
A slight motion began in the kneeling man. Anaphol stabbed his brain that instant.
Drawing the left dagger out, blood seeped out of the hole left behind in his skull. "One down," he announced glancing at the three remaining men.
"Eh," shrugged the man who walked into view from behind the fountain. The bloodied red eyed man slumped down.
One with no sleeves half turned his head to the one behind him, "If you are done with the theatrics and fountain gazing can we end this now, Zanlo?" His eyes skipped to his partner's corpse and back to the boy.
"You, Thryscons, were jumping to attack the boy." Shaking his head, he pointed at Naph, "And here he is. Go! Do it! You filthy lesionat."
The thryscon didn't show any reaction to Zanlo's words, yet Naph felt the man's gaze effect on him dropping.
Screaming of the crowd resonated through the crossroad and into the streets. They have not left yet, but Naph and two of the men had exchanged a few blows and he killed one of them.
His breath caught up to him. "Huhhh," Naph gulped in air.
He thought 'ca'. His intent driven at the three.
"Ta," he whispered.
No kaleidoscopic space descended but all three felt a different sensation. Zanlo and Astref emitted a strong light of blinding strength. It vanished instantly but they kept going at it.
The one with no sleeves however, did not know what to do. His eyes stared straight like a statue.
After half a second, Astref spoke out. "Now, that was wild. How did you get-!"
Zanlo jumped at Astref.
A dagger flew in through the position he stood earlier at. Zanlo turned his head as he grabbed on Astref's face to stand up.
"Clever kid," he announced looking at the man with no sleeves. "You thought good to not move. That cata based attack will kill you if you move." Glancing at Naph, Zanlo tilted his head to the left.
And nodded.
Ground began shaking. A flash of light and the crowd disintegrated from two different streets.
Screaming only lessened for the instant. Yet, the other four roads occupants heard the boom that followed after.
Everyone panicked. Screaming louder over each other as the stampede began.
From the cloud of dust on those two streets, twelve people walked in. Each wearing the same kind of coat.
The coat is of the deep grey with light red stripes on the cuffs and shoulder bands.
"We gave you Regdaians the couple of minutes you wanted. Now move or die." One of the coat wearer spoke.
Astref quipped back, "Don't you guys need to call up your lordship here? I don't see him." He spun his head left and right.
Hollering filled in the silence that the two groups resonated. Naph in the meanwhile took his steps back to Bulwark's side.
'No, no, no, no. I just don't know anything!' He was half confused of what his attackers were talking amongst each other. 'Who is this lordship? What does Regdaians mean? Let alone what the hell is Thryscons?!'
His mind ran while his eyes stayed fixed on the group in front of him. The other group who had entered the crossroad came from the street that is at the back of him.
"You all can go and jump off a cliff. I am not dying today but sure am I that you all will!" Anaphol declared. His heart and mind beating wildly in his body.