Operation Honey Trap vs The Emperor of the Apocalypse-Chapter 160: Go to Hell

"Shit!" Alton cursed under his breath.

He didn’t need an injury!

He needed to be at the very top of his game if he was to have any chance of beating this gargantuan fellow.

Alton gripped his right bicep, trying to staunch the flow of blood. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

The man seemed satisfied with his work winging Alton, and he turned his unwanted attentions back to Niko.

The soldier backed Niko towards the gum trees with a series of massive swings of his sword, each one enough to kill the man, but all were met and parried by Niko.

Niko was grunting with the effort of defending himself, sweat pouring down his face. Niko had a huge upper body, but this man made him look positively puny in comparison.

"You must have had your feet in a whole lot of shit to grow that tall," grunted Niko.

"Tall joke, huh. Very funny. How about this one. What do you call a man with no arms and no legs?"

The soldier had backed Niko up against a eucalypt tree and he sliced his sword straight at Niko’s head as he finished his joke, like it was the punchline.

Niko ducked, and the sword struck the tree like an axe, shaking it so hard a large branch sheared away and Alton and Niko had to jump out of the way as it fell.

"I know that one," Niko replied, "it’s Bob. How about this one, it works well for you; you’re so ugly that blind people cry when you walk past them."

"Wise guy, huh? Let me wipe that smile off your stinking face with my sword!"

He stalked after Niko slicing and chopping at him with terrifying strength.

Alton could see what Niko was trying to do, but it was really just having the effect of re-energising the man as he became enraged.

The soldier brought down a huge chop which got past Niko’s defences and sliced him on the left shoulder.

Niko grunted in pain and the soldier gave him a merciless grin.

He really didn’t seem to have any light in his eyes, Niko thought. It was like he was soulless, or at least devoid of all empathy.

Alton was concerned that the man was gradually wearing them down. They were both injured now. It was time to dig deep and defeat him!

He looked over at Niko and motioned for him to attack. Both Niko and Alton rallied and attacked the man with renewed vigour.

The soldier matched them stroke for stroke, but they were managing to push him backwards away from the trees, back into the centre of the clearing.

Delphi was not too far away now, from where the monster stood.

"Get out of there Delphi!" Alton panted.

It would take nothing for the bastard to reach out and grab her as a hostage, or just break her neck.

She reluctantly moved further away from the action, conscious of how tough this fight was and not wanting to hamper Niko and Alton in any way.

Alton finally managed to get a slash through the man’s defences and left a thin cut on his stomach. It wasn’t enough to even slow him down, but if they could get a few of those in, they would add up and start to restrict his wide reach.

In response, the soldier let out a roar and sliced at Alton’s head.

Alton ducked and fell on his arse, scrambling backwards as the fellow hammered his sword down, chasing after him and chopping at his legs as he propelled himself through the dirt.

"Niko! Bit of help over here," Alton panted as he skidded backwards.

A huge chop landed right between his legs, narrowly missing his privates, and Alton looked up at the man with surprise.

"That was a bit of a low blow, don’t you think?"

"Low, high, the killing blows are all the same to me. Another notch in my belt. There’s a lot of notches for the men I’ve killed. So many, I’m almost out of space."

Delphi looked over the awful man’s belt, and indeed, it was covered in slice marks, which if he was telling the truth, indicated he had killed a vast number of men in his lifetime.

He brought his sword down towards where Alton was still pinned to the ground, a massive chop, made even heavier by the extra height it had on the swing through.

Niko dived in front of Alton and took the blow for him on the flat upper blade of his broadsword.

The heft of the blow broke the top third clean off Niko’s sword.

As it fell, Alton, who was now half-crouched as he rose back to his feet, saw an opportunity, acting on instinct.

He swung his sword backwards like a baseball bat, and all the way through to hit Niko’s falling blade tip.

By sheer luck, it was a perfect strike, his sword propelled the tip of Niko’s blade like a well-thrown dagger, but with the full force of a baseball strike.

The blade shot towards the soldier and embedded itself deep into the left side of his chest, between his ribs, impossible to remove as it was missing a hilt.

The man mountain looked down at the blade and back at Alton in shock. It was clear he had rarely, if ever, been wounded. This was a man who was used to winning fights and to winning them easily.

Like a huge oak that had been felled, he dropped to his knees with a thump, a puff of dust rising with his fall. His sword clattered onto the rocks and dry packed dirt of the clearing.

Delphi strode over to stand in front of the man now, still holding his dagger by her side.

"I won’t sully my hands with your blood," she said contemptuously, smacking the blade into the palm of her hand, "but let my face be the last thing you see before you sink back into whatever hell it was that spawned you."