The Rise Of A Porter - Chapter 205

At another corner of the estate... 

Kolt, Steve and the rest of the guardians were locked in combat with a multitude of attackers. All them covered in White armour or similar clothes. Although their talents were varied, they only communicated with each other in Portuguese. At times they also spoke in English. But even so, they only asked one thing, "Where is Arnold ling?"

Kolt and Steve refused to answer. So did the assassin force of the Black family, and the fight continued. (Author's Note: Steve was the security in charge of the black estate and was introduced into the story in the first season, right before the war arc. I'm putting this down so you don't have much trouble remembering him. Peace.) 

Along with Kolt and steve, 5 other people were forced to fight against overwhelming odds. 25 people had surrounded them and were fighting tooth and nail against their enemies. They had been fighting for a while now, but there was no sign of backup.

Steve had started to think they were unnecessarily dragging on the fight. Yet, he wasn't going to back down or give up on his family member. He knew Arnold was in a weak state. If these people rushed in to simultaneously attack him, he might not survive, or worse, he could involuntarily activate the power he had used during the raid against the Flying Swords guild. If Arnold did that, no one would survive. That's why they had to prevent the attackers from reaching to him. At all cost.

One of the assassins jumped at Steve. As Steve had been solely focusing on the front, he was blindsided by the attack from left. Thankfully, Kolt was there to save him. With one overpowered strike, Kolt managed to immobilise yet another assassin.

Kolt was an S+ ranked brawler. Stamina was his strong suit. Sadly this wasn't true for the rest of his force. They were mainly assassins and mages. They weren't used to having prolonged battles. But their sneak attacks wouldn't work in a head to head confrontation. So most of the burden was on Kolt's shoulders as he had been acting as both a brawler and a tank. Steve, too had been overexerting himself. Continuous use of spells had nearly drained him of his mana.

"Where the hell is everyone!?" Kolt finally snapped. They were one of the elite families and it bewildered him that there weren't enough capable men to defend their turf.

"Most of them are away clearing dungeons." Steve said, wiping a bead of sweat off his head, "You were supposed to go on one too, remember?"

"Fck that shit! How many of us are here right now?" Kolt yelled back. Clearing losing his crap.

"For God's sake, your yelling isn't going to scare them away!" Steve replied, equally loud, "as to answer your question, there are around 50-55 of us here. Most of them being A rank."

"The communicators aren't working. We can even contact the syndicate for help."

"These suckers must have done something-"

Their bickering annoyed the attacker closest to them. He snarled and attacked a couple of times. Missing his target over and over again. His fight skills were so bad, it made Kolt almost puke. Yet their strength wasn't their skill but numbers. If all of the remaining 24 people attacked then simultaneously, Kolt doubted the others would survive. Especially, not in their worn-out condition.

Kolt's slap knocked the attacker out cold. He then turned his attention towards the remaining attackers. Hoping to incite more of them to attack.

"I won't go down if you come one at a time, you coward basta*ds!" Kolt roared in fury. 

But no one came. They kept their distance. They were going to risk their safety. But kept feigning attacks, only to pull back at the last moment. He thought they were scared, but when he looked up to their face, he saw those basta*ds smiling. It then dawned upon him. The attackers weren't fighting with them... These basta*ds were playing with them. They were pleasuring themselves by toying with them.

'These bastards...' Kolt spat down in disgust.

"That's enough!" An authoritative voice cut through their laughter. A next second, a tall man arose from the crowd, he was wearing a much more decorated armour than the rest, "if these infidels don't know anything just kill them and get over with it. As much as I'd like to see them being tortured to death we don't have time to leisure around."

The horde silently agreed with the authoritative figure and prepared to attack kolt simultaneously. With the man now in lead, they charged at them but before they could do much, a wooden arrow as big as an average human ripped the authoritative man to shreds 

The attackers were in disbelief. Their feeble minds unable to process what happened, until they saw who fired the arrow at them... 

At some distance from them, stood a giant ape-like creature. In his hands was a crossbow. The same crossbow whose arrow tore through the man. Upon closer inspection, both the party knew exactly what the king Kong-like creature was. It was a troll. 

Even Kolt and the others were shocked. But soon the initial shock got replaced by joy. Because unlike his opponents, Kolt knew exactly what was going on.

As things stood now, there were only two possibilities for the sudden emergence of this monster. One, a dungeon break and two, a summoning.

There was no way a dungeon break happened in the middle of their property. This left Kolt with only one possibility. The beast was a summon and the only one he knew was capable of summoning something like it was Arnold. Kolt's thoughts, however, were cut short as the men in white armours started freaking out.

"H-Hey... h-hey, wasn't that guy supposed to be in a coma or some shit!?" One of the men yelled in a panic-stricken voice. 

"The fck do I know!? Use your gears and retreat!" One of the guys roared and all of them immediately started fidgeting with their armours but before they could do anything, they got trapped inside a transparent magical barrier.

They fanatically tried to break the barrier. But whenever they attacked the barrier using their weapons, the weapons phased through the barrier like it was made up of air. However, when they tried to phase through the barrier, they couldn't. 

It clearly, was no ordinary barrier. It was Steve's special barrier. One that allowed only the Nonliving things to pass through it while all living mass was confined within until the caster of the barrier was defeated or killed. Steve hadn't used it before as, one, it would've drained his mana dry. And two, had he used this ability before, all of his enemies would've targetted him. Although Kolt had been acting like a tank throughout the fight, even he might not have been able to take a full-blown concentrated attack from them.

Using this barrier now was an ideal thing to do. As most of the men trapped inside were solely focused on getting out through any means possible. In their panicked state, they won't even think once about taking down the caster. 

In the meantime, the troll was once again aiming at his target. But before he could shoot the arrow, the moonlit sky got overshadowed by a volley of black spears raining down upon the surviving group of attackers from a different source. By the time the volley stopped, all of the men were cut down like turkey on Christmas. 

"Such fearsome power..." Kolt mumbled, "That man can turn the tide of any battle. No matter the odds."

"Who are you talking about?" Steve panted. He was exhausted now that the battle was over. 

"Our Mr Section Chief, who else do you think can summon and command such fearsome monsters?" Kolt smiled and then started walking off. 

"Now where are you going!?"

"To find the rest of the enemies. Don't tell me, you honestly thought this was the end of them?"

"Not gonna say I did. But I was kinda hoping for it..."