Strena Animéga Part Twelve

 The Oni Guard Pt 2

Wolfox’s Oni

“Are you alright?” Strena asked.

“Yeah!”

“Your wounds?”

“They’re fine. See?” He sang, showing the already healed arms, back and everywhere that he was hurt. Then picked her up and kissed her on the cheek.

“Oh, you’re so, so sweet. You do know that?”

“Put my niece down now!”

He let out a chuckle.

“Only if you let my dear old friend collect the next one’s head!”

He shook as he rolled his eyes.

“Fine!”

Soon the cruel face appeared as they walked the set of turquoise marble stairs. Soon they reached the bottom.

“You can let go now..”

He tapped her nose.

“Not until Wolfox has had his fun!”

She looked at him with a pale face.

“Don’t worry. I’ll look after your beloved uncle’s sweet body. Oh, and if you come out Zarry, I will ask my old friend to hurt you dear niece.”

Then a ripple ran throughout Strena’s body as she looked at Cerpheres in alarm.

“Can’t. She’s up after you.”

“Then take her blades off her!”

“Seems unfair.”

He walked on and he was approached by an Oni. He had yellow skin like a buttercup and two horns and two eyes. 

“Wolfox? Is that your new host?”

“Yes. I am close to getting out of this one, Yahachi.”

He smiled.

“You remember me! What an honour!”

He smiled so wide that Strena was worried that Wolfox would tear Zaryb’s face!

“I can not wait to see your head on Kitsie’s throne.”

Soon he ran to him. He threw a row of tiny daggers at his throat. He dodged and ran at a rapid pace as he thrust his fist in Yahachi’s leg. Yet as his hand pulled away and left a tiny dagger in the right calf. He jumped up and his body became higher than a human body could. He threw out a row of tiny daggers at his throat. He blocked them and threw out his hand and pulled at his arm. He ran along it as he threw tiny daggers down. Then he reached the shoulder and punched the side of his neck. 

Yet Yahachi was able to grab him. He then bit down as hard as he could and chewed and swallowed. He looked down to see that there was a chunk missing. He then took bite after bite, taking chunks and chunks out of his fingers. He felt him grip harder as he continued until he reached the bone. He thrust his head into the bone again and again and again until the finger swayed off. With one more headbutt the finger fell off. He pulled his arms out and thrust himself out of the hand. 

He then ran along the arm until he was grabbed by the hair in a matter of seconds. He took out several tiny daggers and threw them into his eyes. This blinded him. He pulled out a couple of daggers and threw them at the joints. This caused him to let go.

“Hay! That’s my move!”

He ignored him as he fell and bent his legs and crouched as he landed. He dusted the leg where the tiny daggers were. He pulled out the first one and threw it up under the chin before he could do anything. He jumped up at the next one. He grabbed the dagger above. He tore out the lower one and threw us at the side of the first one. He threw out his arm to the next one and threw it at the opposite side and he reached up again. He threw it to the left, then the right, then the left again. He did this again and again and again until he reached the hip. He jumped on and on and on like a wolf galloping up his body. He did this before Yahachi could have the chance to lay a finger upon him. 

He threw several tiny daggers at the side of his neck from the front to the back. He jumped over his head as his hand only just reached his head. He threw tiny daggers at the other side of the neck before he landed. Then he spun and flicked out a kick in the cheek. This caused the head to tear, ripping the flesh at where the tiny daggers were. Then he grabbed the hair Anne yanked it as hard as he could. Soon the head was torn clean off!

Suddenly Strena froze up as she saw a flash of when she saw him kill her parents and then how far she was from home when she woke up. She found herself shaking as her head pressed against Cerpheres’s shoulder. He placed a hand on the back of her head.

“There, there.” He cooed, stroking it like how her mother used to.

She could feel herself starting to calm down as her breath became calmer and calmer. He put her down when she was calm.

“Now girl,” He said pointing to the body. “burn that!”

She looked at it.

“But not the head. I want to put that on Kitsi’s throne.”

She nodded as she willed the body to be set on fire.