It was just one of those usual days, I wake up and do my daily routine , I eat the same stale tough stale bread and with a cup of water to start my day but this time i feel better AMAZING because of how effortless i defeat those criminals, like when I walked the uneven dirt path to the harbor again, i thought about those thugs the fact that they escaped, and probably gonna report this incident to their higher ups or something but i dont fear much cause i think i could fight back, at least that was what I liked to think. In reality I would prolly get fucked up.
I worked normally today, getting money and pouring blood and sweat into my work which is usually unloading goods to the horse carts. Lame as hell to be frank.
I get paid fully for my work, the same pay that kept and is keeping me alive for most of my life, and when I'm done with repetitive almost mindless work I do everyday, I walked home to my home in the afternoon and like always all I see is suffering and poverty. Hey at least I am currently trying to see the slight hope I have that at least I am still alive but i cant lie that this place is not even decent by normal standards.
Then suddenly I heard a person shouting. "THAT'S THE BASTARD" his voice roared through the empty road. I looked back and saw there's a large group of people. I recognised one of them, the one that was pointing at me. It was the cowardly bitch from last time. I immediately prepared to start using that tier 6 spell I got 2 days ago.
I calculated and formed the shape of the projectile to form and the tip of the projectile to be sharp, then I added velocity. I did this multiple times, kept using it as fast as I could, then I shouted "COWARD! Do you need a gang for this? A frail and alone man!?" Right after saying this I shot out those projectiles and hit a bunch of people but they started to run behind cover.
I eventually ran out of brain capacity and took a second to take a breather. When I did they all began to shout "Shield" and when they came out from the cover a few of them had casted shield and the other people who didn't hid behind them and casted spells, I tried to continue firing like I always have but I realised it would just be a waste of time and energy.
I realized I was done for if I didn't run away. I bolted as fast as I could, barely dodging the spells and projectiles they threw at me. I ran away with no clue nor any plan, just trying to create distance and hope to God they would lose me. I kept running and running, alleyway to alleyway trashpile to trashpile but they never lost me.
They were ruthless, gun shots, spells, and a bunch of trash were used to catch me and I thought to myself "do they really need me to suffer that much?" But after a while running, an explosion spell hit a building around me, a loud noise of a "BANG" was heard i was running harder and faster to avoid my self to being crushed or even hurted by debris, but suddenly i felt a pain in my leg made me panic and rush to sprint faster than i ever had in my whole existence as a human being.
The adrenaline of the pain fuels the already exhausted body of mine while those people are organizing and trying to corner me. I sprinted as far as I could and as fast as my legs allowed me to before stumbling forward and forced to crawl at the uneven dirt road, gritting my teeth in pain.
But a deathly deep yet soft voice spoke to me on that foul dirt road
"Need help?"
I looked at my side, which is a pitch black forest where somebody looked to be, leaning on a tree as if they were the grim reaperts".