Kyrexiel killed three out of the five assassins while Urlk took care of the rest.

"I don’t know your world is this bloody! How many have you killed since I came here?" Sandskar asked.

Thaedric let out a deep breath and looked at his hand covered with different colors of blood. ’I don’t know the world is this bloody either." He meant that as when he was on earth and here.

Although Thaedric has seen blood here since birth. More blood than he should have. That was one of the reasons he didn’t want to kill and hide in his room.

He shook his head. Now is not the time to ruse up memories. There might still be assassins out there waiting to jump them if they let their guard down. "You are strong Urlk."

He grunted as he cleaned his dagger on the body he killed. "Don’t try to flatter me, Thaedric. At first, when we saved you I thought you were some weakling but now,’ he shook his head. "You haven’t even used your Bloodline technique yet have you?"

It was the truth. Thaedric was only using his physical abilities and Sandskar’s shield. He hadn’t used his bloodline technique or the one he got from the ancient.

"Your Bloodline technique is powerful, Urlk." Thaedric wanted to change the topic from himself.

Urlk looked at him to let him know he knew what Thaedric was doing but he shrugged. "Yes, but I can’t do all that Elyrixa can do now. I’m not at that level. But I can do some things."

"Good boys!" Orso growled. He was covered in blood and small body parts. "You took them down. The guts of attacking me!"

Thaedric rested on his weapon. "Doesn’t look like an attack on you though. More for me, an ill-planned attack at that."

’Maybe they thought the poison would weaken me’ Thaedric thought.

Orso snorted. "An attack on my slave is one on me!" One of the guards still alive gave him a rag to clean himself with. "But why do they send such weakling when they know I and Malak is here?"

Thaedric sighed, there’s no reason to trade words with Orso but he had to agree that sending such a weak assassin was pointless.

Their beast was dead and the carriage was ruined so they began walking. The people on the street gave them a wide breath as they passed, staring at Orso who was still covered in blood, and the guards who were pushing the carriage loaded with dead bodies and a snoring-bad man.

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"What! We were attacked by assassins? And you cannot wake me! Orso faced close to fifteen and you killed five? That must be why I dream of blood last night!"

Malak had begun shouting and winning since he woke up and Urlk told him what happened. He won’t stop shouting about how his dream was soaked with blood and it must be because there was fighting all around him.

Thaedric released another breath. He was currently sitting in the corner in a lotus position, far from the two. He was meditating– trying to, because Malak won’t stop shouting.

It wasn’t something Thaedric had done here in this world before, he brought the habit over from Earth. It was a form of mental exercise he used to do after a hard day in the gym but he found out how useful it was in this world.

Not only did it calm the memories in his head and let him straighten them out, but he found it useful in processing the technique that the Beyonder gave him– he was mentally practicing the technique when Malak began– and his bloodline technique too.

Thaedric’s face twitched when Malak laughed out loud at the fact that he was snoring as they pushed him with dead bodies on the street.

He just couldn’t take it anymore.

"That’s it! Enough!" He shoots up. "Why do you keep shouting when I’m right here trying to do my training in peace? Can’t you keep shut?" His lips trembled.

Malak looked at him in surprise then he busted out laughing, even louder than before. "Ah! Stupid stupid stupid! You call that training! You fool," he stopped laughing and looked at Thaedric straight in the eyes. "You are training like a weakling."

Thaedric stiffened. His blood shimmered in his veins and his aura started to uncoil, slowly mixing with bloodline pressure, he took a step forward. "What did you say?"

Urlk stood between the two of them.

Malak stood up, a smirk on his lips. "You are training like a weak Rashaka."

"Call me weak again and I will smash your face in."

"You are training like a weak...."

Thaedric didn’t let him finish, he was suddenly by Malak’s side, going for a punch in the face as he promised but the blad man smiled and caught his hand before it reached him.

He strained as Malak slowly brought down his hand, bending it slightly. "You are strong Thaedric but you should know who is obviously above you!" Malak jerked him close and then punched him in the stomach.

The punch was faster than Sandskar could guard against and he was sent flying. He smacked into the wall and bounced back, bending over himself. "That’s....a....good punch, Malak," Thaedric gasped, pain making his words sharper.

"You’re still standing after my punch?" Malak scratched his head. "Well, I didn’t put most of my strength in it anyway."

"Stop it! The two of you fighting should be the last thing ever happening!" Urlk said.

Thaedric straightened as best as he could, ignoring the pain that wanted him to double over again. That punch nearly broke his ribs and it wasn’t even Malak’s best. "Stay out of this, Urlk. We’re just playing around, isn’t that right, Malak?"

"Of course. I mean, I can’t kill you," he bowed to Thaedric. "But I still stand on what I said."

Thaedric narrowed his eyes. He shoved his fury aside and looked at it from a logical perspective. "Very well, Malak. How do you train?"