Chapter 435 - 435

Theseus was smart. There was no doubt about that. That's why he would always use the most unthinkable measures when it came to finding a way to escape. Even before he had met Allias there were many times when he had found himself captive by his enemies. Seeing that he had managed to stay alive after all those times showed perfectly how cunning he could be. No matter what Theseus would escape, no matter what he had to do to achieve it. 

He started spitting blood, huge crimson beads landing on the dirty floor of the small house and the two elves looked at him with wide eyes unaware of what was happening. 

"Is it the spider lily?" The younger asked. "Could it be too much?" he wondered and the older elf shrugged his shoulders. They had no idea. Someone else had set up this whole thing, the white haired man realized as he watched them panic. 

"Stop it." The old man said to the younger man and he rushed towards the burning fireplace, putting it out as fast as he could. "If we're going to use him he has to be alive." he mumbled. 

Theseus heard the fire dying. The moment it went silent his head fell forward, facing the ground. They couldn't see his expression, the general was completely quiet and the only sound in the room was the blood dripping from his lips and landing on the floor. The younger man walked back, getting to his old position next to the older one. They were not talking, simply staring at him from far away as they tried to understand if he was alive or not. 

The air slowly was starting to get clearer. The house because it was poorly made even though it had all of its windows and the door closed had many small holes in the walls and the roof seemed to be like those ones that leaked profusely when it rained. Surely the venting could be better but even those little secret spots made it easier for the cunning general.

"Is he dead?" he heard the grey haired one ask. 

"I...I don't know." the other stuttered, confused. 

"Go check you big idiot." he scolded him and probably pushed him in the back because Theseus noticed him stumbling from looking at his feet. He walked closer, slowly and warily as if he was approaching a beast. He grabbed the general's hair and raised his head. They were face to face for a second the young noble and Theseus. 

The blue eyed man witnessed probably the most horrifying scene in his life. Theseus was smiling brightly, his eyes wide, a dark purple that almost felt like it was piercing his entire being while his teeth were painted red. Lines from his own blood that had escaped from his crimson lips traced down his chin and neck. The elf general spat on the ground a  bloody thing coming from his mouth and his captor followed it with his eyes. He gasped, immediately letting go of Theseus' head and stepped back. 

"He bit off his own tongue!" he screamed at the man behind him who couldn't see clearly. 

The next few seconds were simply chaos. Theseus had broken off the restraints in his wrists, the skin melted and bleeding from the poison in the rough rope and grabbed the brunette in front of him. He head locked him, suffocating him and he screamed, terrified. 

"Let him go, you pig!" the older one said. 

"Oh I will. But you need to undo these for me first." he said, meaning the rope in his ankles. He couldn't take any risks here and try to do it himself. "Also drop that little sword of yours" he told him.

The noble seemed to be thinking about it. He was calculating if the life of the man he had held captive was worth it. For Theseus it would be better if he had caught the other one in a way. The younger seemed more of a coward, even though the older would have a lot more fight in him and he was still weak. 

"Please!" he cried as he felt the air leaving his lungs with no way back. 

"Fine." He said as he exhaled angrily. He walked towards Theseus, undoing the ropes and soon his feet were  free. The general threw the man to the side, making him land close to the old mattress. At that moment the man who had freed him was rushing towards his sword, meaning to attack him. He grabbed it from the ground and launched forward. 

Theseus stood up as fast as he could but still the blade ripped his left rib, creating a very long cut. He hissed and stared at the man who was ready to attack him again filled with hate. The blade was dashed forward once more by its wielder but Theseus was not planning on allowing him to hurt him again. He actually grabbed the edge of the sword, cutting his palm and looked at him. 

"You and I, are not the same." he groaned as he pulled the blade towards him and the man who was holding it tightly with him. He hit him right on the nose with his forehead, making his whole face get filled with blood. The man stumbled back, leaving the sword and Theseus felt something hit his back. He turned his head and noticed that the younger one had thrown a rock at him. "Cute." he said but it sounded more like an insult rather than a compliment. He grabbed his attacker by the collar locking eyes with his elder and smiled. "Find someone else to use as leverage you idiots." he told him and threw him right at his accomplice. Hands and feet tangling together, his head landing on the wall and him falling unconscious right on top of his cowardly friend. 

Theseus raised the sword that had fallen to the floor and weighted it with his hand. He placed his other side on his ripped rib and stared at the man who was still struggling to lift the unconscious body off him. 

"Next time…" Theseus called him, getting his attention. "Don't rely only on magic." he told them. 

A few seconds later he heard footsteps. Guards, they had heard the commotion and now they were coming for him. The general looked around anxious, trying to find a way out. It would be very dangerous for him to teleport now. He was weakened, poisoned and his mind was still blurry from the fumes but he did it anyway. 

He landed on the ground, his body diving  in dirt and he exhaled loudly. He could still hear the soldiers searching for him a few meters away and he realized that he hadn't made it very far. He opened his eyes, dizzy and lightheaded, feeling his body slowly weaken and smelling the dirt around him as he scoffed. 

"Shit." he mumbled while he looked at the bright blue sky showing in between the thick leaves of the tall trees.. "At least my tongue healed fast."