Reign trembled hard as he felt how close to death he had come again, in his shirtless state an arrow like that would punch straight through him, he didn't think he could survive that.
The voice in his head urged him, "Get your act together. You'll have time to pity yourself later if you're still alive. Those are archers deployed to snipe deserters; with how you dropped he probably thinks you're dead. You have a few precious steps left before you get out of range"
Reign shook as he got up, he felt himself revert to that nonchalant state of mind. He immediately angled his body and ran towards a particular direction.
He risked a look behind and saw the two warriors make their way out of the battlefield, they spotted him and made toward him at startling speed.
He increased his pace and hoped the archer would think the two warriors were better targets than him.
He ducked again as he heard the warning but this time the archer seemed to have calculated that. A second arrow grazed through his arm, taking out a chunk of meat and skin as it passed by.
Reign ignored it, focused on sprinting and making it to ridge ahead where he could see a forest.
He felt the voice say, 'I'm going to give you the last bit of energy left. It isn't enough to teleport but it's enough to boost your speed. Brace yourself."
Reign felt as if he had gotten lighter all of a sudden, he felt as if gravity had loosened its mighty hold on him as he shot forward at twice the speed. He felt that he was definitely faster than a car going 80 now.
The two soldiers behind him despaired as they saw the lead they had gained disappear. With an archer sniping at them they could only follow cautiously, they watched in abject despair as Reign's silhouette clambered over the ridge and into the forest.
Reign sighed in relief as he hid in the confines of a tree. He felt the need to stop and rest but remembered the two guys.
They seemed to be the guards of the young man he had killed; he avoided the thought, not ready to delve into that corner of his thoughts.
However the more he tried not to the more he did. He felt nausea rise up as he dry heaved on the ground, vomiting only bile.
He clenched his teeth and forced himself up; he knew that if those guys followed they would find him in no time at all, especially if that guy was someone important.
He started to feel a little dizzy and remembered his wound. He stopped for a while to look at it. Wincing, he saw how blood bubbled out of a nasty cut a finger wide on his arm. The entire strip of flesh was gone.
He tore off a part of his trousers and bound the wound haphazardly, he had skimped out on first aid class and it was coming back to bite him in the ass. Then again, when had he known he would be shot by arrows? Where was he anyway?
He tried for the voice, "voice?"
Predictably the voice replied snappily, "I have a name. you know."
"What is it?"
"Mirage. Now shut up and start walking. "
Reign got up wearily, "you have a really nice name, sounds fancy and dreamy."
Mirage didn't acknowledge his words, instead she warned him. "Whoever that was, they had two tier 2 soldiers as guards. All those soldiers you saw fighting were either tier less or tier one. This shows that this area belongs to low level forces and the kid you killed is a big shot around here. They will probably hire hunters and skim the forest for you. You have to get as far as you possibly can while you still have the strength and stamina."
Mirage and Reign's suspicions had been right. A few hours later, The two warriors that had been guarding the young man were on their knees in front of a huge man.
He sat in an ornately decorated study, filled with ornate furniture and aged decorations. He sat with a calm look on his face, not appearing angry at all but the distended vein on his forehead told of his great rage.
One of the warriors felt cold sweat trickling down his back. They had lost Reign the forest, they had had no choice but to come back and explain to baron Wagglia that his son had died. The guard looked at his fellow companion fearfully; he was still in his knees, a sword running straight through him. He had died on his knees, begging for mercy for his family.
The other guard could feel his heart in his throat as he knelt there, a lamb to the slaughter as he awaited his fate. Just then, the baron spoke up, his voice deep. "You have served me for many years Fraus, I will not kill you. I shall give you a chance to redeem yourself. You shall follow Arnand, and you shall scour the entirety of the silent forest if you have to. Find the man who murdered my son and bring him back to me alive or dead, and maybe just maybe you'll keep your life. Now get out, don't come back without that man."
Fraus looked at the baron thankfully, "yes, baron. I will not disappoint you baron." Fearfull the baron would regret it, he quickly scampered off.
The baron exhaled, and weariness and grief appeared on his face as his great frame appeared a little withered. He turned to the other occupant of the room and spoke, "in half, Arnand. The bastard split my son in half and got away. Find him for me Arnand, no matter what it takes."
In another section of the room, a middle aged knight in armor nodded and saluted, his eyes burning with conviction "I shall find him, my lord. The young lord shall not die unavenged."