Chapter 160 - Interrogation

"Who are you? And why did you save me?" Sunday asked, his head bent down in such a way that he looked over at the winged fellow with his pupils lodged at the top of his eyeball. 

The question was somewhat startling to the Were Hawk as he stood, frozen with an open mouth. He blinked and then closed his mouth, swallowing. 

"Ha! Forgive me" The Were Hawk smiled at him, his eyes closing for a brief second along with his shoulders getting all rumbled up together. 

He stretched his hand and then opened his eyes, looking with a slight twinkle in those eyes to the Irunmole. 

"My name is Shin. Shino." he blinked. " I thought you were going to need a saving, that's why." He replied to him. 

Sunday geared his head back, puling up his bent head so that his pupils now looked to the Were Hawk from down the eyeballs. 

"Shino, eh?" 

"Yes, Shino. That is me. I was going out tot do some rounds when i saw you getting all wrapped up in the battle against the Imps I thought to interfere in it, that is why i am here." The Were Hawk blinked now and then put his hands to his waist, watching the Irunmole carefully. 

The look was till much the same. Almost as if the Irunmole was suspecting of having some dealings he was not sure of. He did not blame him but then he could not exactly blame himself, could he> What was wrong in coming into scene just to save a person? 

Was the life of the Irunmole not valuable to him that he was busy sizing him up? 

"Heh!" He tried to smile. " What is your name, Irunmole." He asked, hoping to establish some kind of communal trust between the two of them. 

Sunday glared at him. 

This winged fellow now had the guts to speak to him and even demand to know what his name was? He was not sure if this was right but he sire did not like the guts that the winged fellow had. 

That is, if he even knew the race this winged fellow belonged to. He sighed, watching him with a hard stare as he folded his hands across his c.h.e.s.t now. 

The winged fellow appeared to be taller than him. He was only at the height of 6ft but this one seemed to have some inches to his advantage. Even more, his costume and style seemed to speak of someone with years of combat history. 

Or in the very least, a veteran. 

"What are you? I have not seen your kind anywhere." Sunday asked. 

For one thing, this was not a demon. 

Demons often had a malicious aura about them so it was rather easy to pick them out, if one was perceptive enough. he liked to think himself perceptive and despite that he was not picking out anything from this being. More so, he thought, why would a demon want to save him? Demons rarely did that unless they were wanting to take the kill or capture for themselves. 

But then, he could not just let down his guard. This was still someone who he had no prior knowledge of before. Someone who appeared to be skilled. The fact that he was no t a demon, at least, from how he looked at it, did not mean exactly that this person could not have ulterior motives. 

What if, his father, The Elder had sent him?

The possibility was still there, no matter how he looked at it. And he was pretty sure that the same father of his who had wanted the Prickled Bane Winged Wolf to destroy him would go even as stoop low to hire someone who was not of their race and kind to get to him and put an end to him. 

He fisted his hands at this thought, trying to deny its possibility. But then, he knew he was right. The Mercenary Houses that existed in Orun did not just exist only for the populace. More often than that, they served as an extended hand for the Council Houses who did not want to sully themselves in engaging directly. And also, in laces where the Mercenary House was close to a place of trouble, the Council Houses would indulge them to get there first and then reward them in some nice ways 

But then again, the Mercenary houses only accommodated the Irunmole in their ranks. However, he was not sure. Since he had come to Earth, he had learnt a couple f things that he had not known before. 

And he summary of them all was that, nothing was ever, at any point, constant. The fact that the mercenary houses did not have other races in the front of their ranks should not mean it was impossible. After al, if it was a mercenary who was bringing in good profits to the mercenary house, why not take him or her in?

With this in view, what was then stopping The Elder from sending this winged follow down to Earth, just after him? Still, he wondered, just how they had known his exact location? 

Had Niniola told on him? But then, he found that hard to conceive. Niniola would want to bite the bullet for him rather than do this to him. What about his other friends? 

Ibiyemi and yes, Tayo? They could also have been pivotal in the disclosure of his location right? He wondered. 

But then again, he had left for Earth alone. The only person in that vicinity had been Niniola back then. And even at that, he had seen Bane go off with her before he descended. And the other friends, he parted ways with them back then at Thunder. 

Except if someone he never knew or had anything to do was there all along? 

He bit his lower lip and fisted his hands as he gritted, swallowing viciously at the sight of the Winged Fellow. 

"Are you asking my name so that you can confirm if I am the one you were sent to kill?" Sunday blasted out. 

The Were Hawk gasped. He took a step backwards, confusion spreading all over his face. H e could not get his head around what the Irunmole was saying. Had he been beaten up so badly that he had not knowledge to make common sense of the matter? 

Or was he suffering from a convulsion or something??

"What are you saying?" 

"What? Did that take you by surprise, that is figure out who you are?" Sunday asked again, his fingernails digging into the sides of his palms. 

"admit it, you saved me so that you could get the rewards from destroying me instead of letting the Imps have their go at me, right?"

Sunday asked once again, feeling the energy from within in surging and calling onto him. It was all from Ban but then it was calling to hum.

The reason was not farfetched. Bane could somehow reach to his emotions and dictate just how he felt. It was different from reading his thoughts though but it was enough for the Ascendancy Classed Wolf to know what was on his mind. 

And so, the Wolf was willing to lend out his strength against this unknown person. Strength he was not willing to let go.

"What are you saying? Are yo sure you re alright? I only asked for your name because i thought it was alright for you to reciprocate. How is that>>>?" 

"Don't tell me crap!" Sunday blared out and swung out his right elbow in a wide arc across for the face of the Were Hawk. 

Acting instinctively, the Were Hawk took a step backward, evading the swing. But then, he walked right into the street where he had been hiding from. 

And as he did, the confused looking Imps over there, who were already returning back tot he tree suddenly had their entire body alight with glee and happiness as they paused their current steps. they turned back around ad chattered happily shrieking and high0-fiveing. 

"Look, you are overthinking this thing. We better get going away from here before those Imps get to us." The WereHawk said hastily. 

"Let them come, Shino" Sunday growled, getting really pissed, so much more than he could stomach. 

he hated the sight of this pretentious figure before him. What was he now afraid of? Was he not the one who had charged in recklessly back then to try to save him from the horde? Why was he now shivering, now that he stood before hi? 

Or did that mean he as right all along? 

That the one before him was actually a mercenary who had been sent to annihilate him? 

It purged him that he was standing right before him. 

"Look, I don't know what you mean but hey, is that how you thank someone who saved your b.u.t.t from being masticated by those Imps? " Shino glared back at him. 

"How dare you have the guts to still talk to me?" Sunday blasted out. "Ida Ino." He stretched out his hand, the right hand to the side and almost immediately, light sparkled there, forming the solidity of the light sword. 

"Really?" Shino blasted this time. "If this was how Irunmoles were, I would never have bothered to even take a look. Its not your fault. its my race I blame for hiding away from the rest of you arrogant folks!" Shino lost it, punching a little hole into the wall beside him.