The Last Warlock

Mack tightened the grip on his sword and said aloud.

"Music Play White House Road"

Mack could hear the familiar country song playing that had only a guitar, and a stretched vocal.

~early in the morning when the sun does rise~

And the music kept going while Mack walked to the middle of the battle.

~run me ragged but I don't fret~

SLASH!

Mack hit an acolyte in the back.

~cause there ain't been one to slow me down just yet~

Mack blocked another acolyte staff and punched it in the face. .

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

Mack threw one of his dagger at the acolyte neck while still slowly walking.

An acolyte came from the side and tried to hit Mack on the face with his staff.

Mack tilted his head back and pushed a dagger below the acolyte chin.

Mack kept walking and hearing the familiar blues.

~but it's a damn good feeling to run these roads~

Mack pulled his daggers from the dead acolyte and kicked it aside to bite the stones.

With his sword resting on his shoulder.

His cape fluttering in the air.

SLASH!

Another acolyte was dead.

~I got people tell me red~

Mack spotted a mage fighting against three warlocks.

His gaze changed.

His sword went to the back of his body like an arrow about to be released from a bow.

Mack muscles tensed.

He touched his middle finger in the left hand and a blood mist surrounded him.

~keep this living and you wind up dead~

Mack stomped hard on the ground with his left leg.

And dust rose around where he was.

A mist of dust and blood covered where Mack was, and in the next second, a man shot out of that same mist.

Like a bullet fired from a machine gun. Mack run as fast as one.

CLANG!

He hit that mage shield with his sword. The magic shield crackled all around, but resisted.

And just as Mack expected, a fireball came for him.

The other three warlocks, seeing Mack was targeted, used the chance to strike at the shield at the same time.

BOOM!

The shield broke, and the mage was sliced by two swords while trying to defend the other one.

But the fireball was already shot.

~cast your troubles in the lord of lords~

Mack raised his two arms in front of his face. Today he was going to meet his maker or have the head of all those 'lords'.

BOOM.

Dust rose to the skies and debris of the ground shot an acolyte dead by the side.

The three warlocks looked back to where Mack was.

~rot gut whiskey is gonna ease my pain~

The dust settled, and in the middle they could see a man.

~and all this running is going to keep me sane~

With ragged clothes and a sword in hand.

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

"What are you looking at?!"

Screamed Mack at the three stunned warlocks.

But the warlocks kept there looking at Mack, unmoving.

Mack stopped caring and walked past them, passing right between the three of the them.

Raised his sword and stabbed the already dead mage in the eye.

Stomped his feet on the mage, and removed his sword.

Now he was sure it was truly dead.

Mack looked at the front and saw another two mages fighting dozens of warlocks several meters in front.

He did not have time to lose.

His blood was leaving his body by the second.

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

"But its damn good feeling to run these roads"

Sang Mack completing the music he was hearing. His blood was literally boiling.

The three warlocks looked at each other without understanding. But followed the already running Mack.

He had no time to lose.

It's all or nothing.

At every second, the mist around him grew stronger and denser. But at each second Mack lost more blood.

~lord it's a mighty hard living~

BOOM!

Mack stomped hard on the ground with both legs.

A mage looked at where the sound came but the moment he looked at it he become blind.

Sun itself was in front of his eyes burning his retinas.

BOOM

Mack slashed at the mage shield but different from last time, this time his blade passed by it like a hot knife on butter.

That mage never saw the face of his reaper.

Mack rolled on the ground and another head came to fall.

Two mages were dead and Mack could not care.

He did not stop.

Rolled on the ground and jump to the left, and another acolyte was now dead.

~cause there ain't been one slow me down just yet~

Surrounded by dozens of acolytes and warlocks fighting, Mack glazed right and left.

One step back, two daggers to that acolyte neck.

One step forward and a knee by the groans.

His sword at bay. No one came to play.

Two staffs for his head, a roll to the side and no more legs.

~Same old blues, just a different day~

"Come! Let's have a play!"

Mack pushed a warlock aside and head-butted another acolyte. His sword at bay keeping the wolfs for a later day.

~keep this living and you wind up dead~

Mack stomped on a fallen acolyte head. Now for sure, it was dead.

Broken bones and guts all around. No one could stop this damned law.

Kill or be killed.

The only law of war.

Mages or warlocks, no one would save your ass.

Mack was stabbed. A pointed staff hit his bones in the back.

Mack turned to look, as his arm followed his gaze, hitting that man in the face.

He broke that acolyte jaw, with a punch that could look like a maud.

And another came in his place.

That was a true battle.

Where no one could escape.

Dead was the ruler.

And the law was to kill.

To kill until the sun sinks low on a bed of blood and bones.

"Come! Come for me, all of you! Damned fucking mages! Come all!"

Screamed Mack, seeing dozens of mages coming in his direction.

Today he would not have someone else to help him.

Today he would make the ground feed on mage tears and yells. Or die trying.

"COME ALL OF YOU!"

Screamed Mack, removing the staff from his back and letting his blood flow out of his body.

The red mist around him grew even more, and he looked like a devil painted in black and red.

-cause there ain't been one slow me down none yet-

Because today those mages would meet their reaper, and leave their heads.

"COME! LETS MEET OUR MAKER! ALL OF US!"