"...I'm going to need you to take a few hits."
"What?" Demoko asks, seeming to come back to a harsh reality.
"You'll need to be in a combat demonstration. Effectively, you'll going to need to take enough claymore hits to regenerate without getting enraged." Warwick informs, with a sting of cringe on his face.
Demoko's ears lower, as the glow of happiness in his face fades away.
"Okay, master..."
Demoko gets up, with his head and ears held low.
"Let's get this over with..." Warwick says, beginning to walk up the hill.
As the two starts walking towards the town square, Piaras walks out.
"Looks like he's finally going to have it handed to him! That's what Fomors like him get!"
"Shut The Hell UP!" Warwick yells at Piaras for his remark.
"I'm not the one that brought a monster into town, nor did I betray the Goddess."
Warwick punches Piaras in the gut.
As Piaras withdraws his knife, Demoko steps in the way.
"Warwick already told me he does not side with Cichol, and I may not hurt you, but I will not let you hurt my friend."
"Uncle, he has done nothing wrong, why not give him a chance?" Nora asks, trying to deescalate the situation.
"That naivety is why my brother died, you should know better!"
Nora's eyes widen at Piaras's remark, as she covers her face and runs off.
"Change of plans. I don't want him dead though, just a quick hit." Warwick commands, seeming to be brewing in anger.
"Master, I do not think that is the best option. Let just get everyone to accept me."
Warwick sighs, "You're right. Go talk to Duncan, the old man up the hill. I'm going to go check on Nora."
"No wonder Cichol let you have that one, he is a coward!" Piaras yells, trying to egg Warwick on.
"The coward turns to his fist while the wise man wins before the fight begins. We could both learn a lot from him." Warwick states as they continue off.
Warwick gets to the cemetery and sees Nora crying by two graves.
"You were in the right."
Nora looks up, trying to look cheerful despite the tears rolling down her face, "Hey Warwick."
"You don't have to hide your emotions around me," Warwick says, sitting down next to her, "It's weird, I always thought the spiders were closer."
"I do not understand why he is acting like that."
"I think he's worried about you. The war of Fomors has bred racism towards either side, and hatred like that can make even the nicest people seem cruel. Fear, hate and confusion are the main emotions he was acting on. Things will clear up soon."
Warwick lays back in rest, as Nora contemplates his words.
"How about you. You seem to be taking this rather well."
"You should have seen me snap on Piaras. Luckily Demoko disobeyed," Warwick states with a chuckle.
"What did you tell him to do?"
"'not kill' but hurt him."
Nora gasps, as acquired silence grows.
The silence is broken as the sound of a crowd at the town square grows.
Warwick sighs, and gets up.
"I will stay here."
"As one of the first two humans to become friends with him, don't you want to support him?"
Nora turns away, as Warwick sighs again.
"Sorry, that wasn't fair. I'll check on you after it's over."
Warwick walks over to the town square, as angelic mournful singing can be heard from the graveyard.
"This sucks," Warwick mumbles to himself, watching from Duncan's house.
Trefor, an armored soldier with a distinctive helmet that covers his eyes, walks into the town square where Demoko is standing.
The townsfolk circle around at a safe distance, mumbling about what's going to happen.
Trefor whispers something to Demoko that Warwick can't make out.
Demoko nods, as they both step back to face each other.
Trefor draws his sword, as they both nod at each other.
In a flash, Trefor stabs his sword into the lycanthrope, attempting to kick himself off, ends up pushing himself onto the ground as Demoko stands there with the wound in his stomach.
Trefor actually looks terrified, as he gulps and gets himself up.
Demoko just stares at him, with an unbending gaze.
Trefor carves into Demoko, and on the second strike, Demoko's wounds close.
Trefor steps back, "Is everyone satisfied? It does not strike back, and cannot be killed by us."
"Step aside," is heard from the crowd.
The combat instructor Ranald walks up with two longswords equipped.
"You wish to kill me as well?" Demoko asks, his emotions dampened as he still processes the emotional pain.
"No. While Trefor is our town's guard, it wouldn't be long for someone to start something with you and expect me to finish it. I'm going to set the discussion in stone right now, no matter what the answer is."
Warwick is watching through his fingers as he anticipates the attack.
Ranald starts glowing, as he focuses his mind.
Ranald releases an onslaught of attacks, teleporting between blows.
Demoko's eyes widen, as he grimaces; he's taking multiple hits per second, his wounds closing every second to fifth hit.
Gasps can be heard, as the crowd is in awe of Ranald's skill and in horror of Demoko's clear suffering.
This goes on for a few minutes, with Demoko's expression slowly becomes louder whimpers until he falls to the floor.
Ranald puts his swords away, and begins to walk back to the school, "I'll give you both free training. We'll start classes tomorrow."
The entire town stairs in horror and terror, as Warwick runs down to Demoko.
Warwick attempts to help Demoko who is still shaking from the pain.
"T-t-they..." Demoko tries to talk, but can't get the words out.
"It's okay. you don't have to explain anything," Warwick explains, trying to calm him.
Dilys walks over to them, and hands Warwick a potion, "Have him drink this, it'll help."
Warwick nods and helps him drink it.
Demoko gets dizzy and falls over withing seconds.
"What was that?" Warwick asks, smelling the bottle and recognizing the scent of alcohol.
"An elixir of sleep, It will numb him and let him rest," Dilys explains, while checking Demoko over for wounds.
Introduction: A Djinn's Wish
Introduction: The Protagonist
Episode One: Nighttime Detour, A Meet With A Djinn
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