CHAPTER 27 SOMETHING I DON'T WISH TO EXPERIENCE.

Turin didn't understand why he had to shout out so loud, nor what he mean by that sentence. He froze for a second and frowned slightly. He looked into dusouf eye trying to get a glimpse of what he meant. But all that reflected in that eye were nothing both mockery, and everything spiralled from his control or it has never been in his control before.

'phew' 'phew' turin looked on in horror as arrow shot through the air and pierced into the tent.

"IT'S A TRAP" Turin shouted at the top of his lungs to alert his own followers outside, as he dived under the table.

Dusouf and the four other bandits rushed outside of the camp. Try must have been aware. Turin thought, and he felt extremely embarrassed. He had been playing in the hands of his enemy all this while, and he thought he had everything under control. If he should survive this, barnuld will surely pay.

Turin turned to his left, and saw the bandit who followed him into the tent. His eyes were wide opened, as blood gushed out of his mouth. Three arrows penetrated his chest and sank in deep. The poor guy isn't dead yet, but his own blood has clogged his lungs. Gurgling sound came out of his mouth and tears and mucus poured out from his orifice.

The poor guy didn't want to die, but there is no saving him. This would be were his journey ends. Garen couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He got caught up in a fight that wasn't even is to begin with.

Turin pounded his fist on the hard ground. His eyes were red and veins popped out from his head. That bastard. I will kill him today he thought. Turin wait awhile for the arrows to stop, and sounds of clangling weapons and steel tearing flesh rang outside.

Knowing his time as come, turin unsheathed the scimitar at his waist and rushed outside the tent like a crazed bull.

As turin rushed out of the camp, garen focused his view on the outside. He quickly scanned the area around, and saw turin's group holding back the young boss team. The young boss must not have expected it, as three of his team were dead and turin's group pushed them backwards.

Turin rushed towards one of the enemies outside. This bandit was slowly creeping towards the tent, but turin rushed our suddenly, and before the bandit could as much as scream, turin's scimitar as tore through his wind pipe and cut through his neck bones.

The bandit furiously clawed at his neck as he try to stuff back the spilling blood, or prevent the blood from rushing out. But it was all to avail. The bandit's strength slowly left him, and he slumped back to the ground with eyes wide opened.

'one' Turin made a coat within himself. He would have opted at going straight after barnuld, but since he didn't see him, he could only kill this pest, and go after the bastard later.

The trees obstructed turin's view a bit and the uneven ground, dried leaves, sticks and stones, slowed him down a bit, but he went forward all the same.

As turin caught sight of one of the enemies, the bandit stood on a protruding land and shot arrows at turin's group.

Turin slammed his foot on the ground forcefully and shot out towards the bandit. The bandit caught sight of turin, retreated five step, and shot an arrow at Turin.

Turin parried the arrow easily, and moved unimpeded towards the offending Archer. The bandit only had the chance to shoot three more arrows at turin, before Turin arrived in front of him.

"shoot...shoot... Don't you like to shoot? Good now shoot that MOTHERFUCKING ARRIW AT ME." turin let out a furious roar at the end LG his sentence. The bandit Archer dropped his bow, and knelt down begging for forgiveness.

"heheehehe" turin laughed wickedly. He pushed the bandit down with a kick. Towering over the bandit, turin brought down his leg in full force at the thing located in between the bandit's leg.

'Crack' garen heard something break or thought he heard something break. He felt a cold come over him, and a tingling sensation ran through his lower body. His face grimaced in pain and made a quick prayer to the god of life for the poor bandit.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" an hearth wrenching cry rang through out the whole area. The fighting bandits came to a pause, and shivered slightly. The one's close to turin, saw what happened and it bottle of cold water was poured on the figuratively. They subconsciously moved their hands to block their lower half and even forgot about their enemy.

The unfortunate bandit rolled all about and didn't even care about the stones and branches tearing through his body. His face was covered in tears and mucus, and heet out sound like a pig that his about to be slaughtered. The bandit flew up and down, jumped sideways and slammed his body onto the ground. He seem to have gone crazy due to the pain as he slammed his head repeatedly on a tree.

Subconsciously, every bandit near Turin slowly moved away from him. Both the enemies and his allies put a lot of space in between them. No one wished to be the next.

While everyone was still feeling blood rushing away from their member as it instantly deflated and seems to detect the threat and tried to hide deeper, a piercing blue glow suddenly appeared from no where and shot towards turin's neck.