Hristo el Búlgaro [12]
Emil y Vasil ya en el suelo vuelven a disparar, una, dos, tres veces, lo más rápido que les permitía su pericia, pero el enemigo se movía mucho mas rápido que sus flechas, Hristo les hace una señal para que avancen, sueltan sus arcos y sacan sus espadas y sus hachas pequeñas de guerra, imitando el estilo de pelea que por años les inculco el viejo Borka, Morat hace lo propio pero con dos espadas cortas, usar sus mandobles con aquel bailarín de la muerte era un suicidio, les cortarían el cuello antes de que bajaran sus manos para asestar el golpe con la espada, Vladic esta rodeado, por primera vez ataca primero!!!, su acero damasquino va por el cuello de Emil, al soldado no le dio tiempo a subir su espada ni su hacha pequeña, -Clink!!!-, una vez mas saltan chispas cuando el hacha de Hristo evita que le corten el cuello a su soldado!!!.
-No puedo estar jugando con tus soldados toda la noche hombre oso!!!-, dice el vampiro antes de envainar su espada.
-Voy a matarte bastardo!!!-, le grita Hristo con vehemencia.
El vampiro de casi doscientos años se transforma en una sombra que se mueve aun mas rápido de lo que ya lo estaba haciendo, una de las transformaciones que el vampiro habia estado perfeccionado a lo largo de su existencia como un no muerto, aunque transformado en una sombra no puodía atacar, era capaz de materializarse a voluntad tan solo por unos segundos recuperando a su cuerpo y forma de hombre antes de atacar, cae sobre las espaldas a Emil, y de Vasil, sus cuerpos caen como troncos, sus cabezas un poco mas alla, luego de que sus cuellos fueran cercenados por las afiladas y largas garras del Vladic, Hristo se mueve rapidamente colocandose al frente del último de sus hombres en pie.
-Corre Morat, a por un caballo y sigue tu camino rumbo al castillo.
-Pero Hristo, mis amigos, mis hermanos yacen muertos por las garras de este maldito demonio del averno, no voy a huir!!!.
-Puedes y lo harás.
Vladic vuelve una vez mas a su forma de hombre para observar el inútil intento del hombre oso por salvarle la vida al último de sus soldados, Morat a regañadientes monta sobre uno de los caballos que estaban sueltos, el propio Hristo asuza al animal con una palmada, el caballo y Morat continuan adelante, ambos se alejan del vampiro recorriendo el camino de tierra que bordeaba el bosque sin mirar atrás.
Hristo se permite sonreir al verlo partir!!!, -En un rato te alcanzo Morat!!!-, le grita como despedida, cuando Hristo se vuelve para atacar a su enemigo!!!, el vampiro levanta su brazo cierra su puño y hace la señal con el pulgar hacia abajo que por tantos siglos en el coliseo de Roma fuera sinónimo de la muerte!!!, el hombre oso no sabe que es lo que pasa, no la vio el y tampoco Morat, Mirna salió como una exhalación del bosque alcanzo al jinete y antes de que pudiera tan si quiera desenvainar su espada, la vampiro le atravesó el pecho con sus garras para extraerle su corazón aun latiendo!!!, necesitaba que su garganta emitiera su úlitmo grito de despedida de este mundo!!!, el hombre oso escucha el espantoso grito, no se voltea a mirar, sabe la suerte que corrió Morat.
-¿Quien demonios eres y que Carajos quieres conmigo?, ¿ tu enviaste al par de monstruos con cuerpo de mujer anoche cierto?.
-Mi nombre es Vladic hombre oso, y preferimos el termino Vampiro!!!.
-Pues el mio es Hristo el Búlgaro, ¿ que te debo demonio ?.
-No me debes nada, he venido a darte un regalo.
-¿Un regalo envenenado?.
-No Hristo el Búlgaro, te ofrezco el regalo de la vida eterna!!!.
-Jajaja mal día has elegido para ofrecerme tu obsequio, llevo prisa, amigos, no mi única familia me necesitan muy lejos de aquí, acabare contigo y seguiré mi camino.
-Eso es cierto, como sea te iras de aquí, o montado sobre tu caballo a rescatar a tus amigos, con mi espada como premio en tu cintura, o como mi hijo para servirme por el resto de la eternidad, o hasta que te alcance tu segunda muerte o me llegue la mía.
Aquel vampiro era mas rápido que el, y quizás mas fuerte, pero no mas astuto, Hristo alzo su hacha de doble filo y cargo con todo lo que tenía, no solo debía vencerlo, tenía que llegar al castillo a salvar al viejo Borka, a Freya y a la pequeña Sif!!!. Vladic no podía jugar con aquel gigante, desenvaino su acero damasquino, y comenzó su danza con la muerte, seria él o el Búlgaro!!!, -Clink, Clink, Clink!!!-, las chispas no dejaban de saltar cuando el hacha y la espada se cruzaban una y otra vez, aquel gigante era jodidamente rápido, increíble para alguien de su tamaño, en cada embate Hristo acortaba camino, buscaba acercarse mas y mas, tenía una ventaja sobre el monstruo, el vampiro no buscaba su cuello o su cuerpo con su acero, la espada del vampiro pudo cortarlo en mas de una oportunidad, pero este evitaba dañarlo, no sabía porque, pero si era así se aprovecharía de ello, Vladic en cambio debía cuidar su cuello, su costado, sus brazos, sus piernas, en cada lance de aquella hacha de doble filo infernal solo habia una intención en su enemigo, MATARLO!!!, ya Mirna estaba a dos palmos del campo de batalla final, Hristo ahora tiene otra vampiro de que preocuparse, voltea constantemente a verla, Vladic se da cuenta.
-Veme solo a mi, ella no intervendrá, tienes mi palabra!!!.
-Me vale mierda tu palabra!!!.
Los rostros del Vampiro Rumano y del Oso Búlgaro presagiaban que el siguiente choque seria el último!!!, ¿prevalecera la fuerza y la destreza con su hacha del doble filo de Hristo?, o por el contrario ¿la rapidez de la espada de acero damasquino y las afiladas garras y colmillos de Vladic probaran primero la sangre del búlgaro?, en este punto ya ni Dios, ni el destino tienen una repuesta, solo el impetú y la determinación de este par de gladiadores!!!.
Continuara...
Hristo the Bulgarian [12]
Emil and Vasil, already on the ground, shoot again, once, twice, three times, as fast as their skill allowed them, but the enemy was moving much faster than their arrows. Hristo gives them a signal to advance, they release their arrows. bows and take out their swords and small war axes, imitating the fighting style that old Borka instilled in them for years, Morat does the same but with two short swords, using his greatswords with that dancer of death was suicide, they They would cut the neck before they lowered their hands to strike the blow with the sword, Vladic is surrounded, for the first time he attacks first!!!, his Damascene steel goes for Emil's neck, the soldier did not have time to raise his sword nor his small axe, -Clink!!!-, once again sparks fly when Hristo's axe prevents his soldier's throat from being cut!!!.
-I can't be playing with your soldiers all night, bear man!- says the vampire before sheathing his sword.
-I'm going to kill you, you bastard!!!-, Hristo shouts vehemently.
The almost two hundred year old vampire transforms into a shadow that moves even faster than he was already doing, one of the transformations that the vampire had been perfecting throughout his existence as an undead, although transformed into a Shadow could not attack, he was capable of materializing at will for just a few seconds, recovering his body and the form of a man before attacking, he falls on the backs of Emil, and Vasil, their bodies fall like logs, their heads a little more there, after their necks were severed by the Vladic's sharp and long claws, Hristo moves quickly, placing himself in front of the last of his men standing.
-Run Morat, get a horse and continue on your way towards the castle.
-But Hristo, my friends, my brothers lie dead by the claws of this damned demon from hell, I'm not going to run away!!!
-You can and you will.
Vladic returns once again to his man form to observe the bear man's useless attempt to save the life of the last of his soldiers. Morat reluctantly mounts one of the horses that were loose. Hristo himself scares the animal with a slap. , the horse and Morat continue forward, both walk away from the vampire along the dirt road that bordered the forest without looking back.
Hristo allows himself to smile when he sees him leave!!!, -I'll catch up with you Morat in a while!!!-, he tells him. He shouts in farewell, when Hristo turns to see his enemy attack!!!, the vampire raises his arm, closes his fist and makes the thumbs down sign that for so many centuries in the Colosseum of Rome was synonymous with death. !!!, the bear man does not know what is happening, he did not see her and neither did Morat, Mirna came out of the forest like an exhalation, caught up with the rider and before he could even draw his sword, the vampire pierced his chest with his claws to extract his still beating heart!!!, he needed his throat to emit his last farewell cry to this world!!!, the bear man hears the horrible scream, he does not turn to look, he knows his fate Morat.
-Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want with me? You sent the pair of monsters with the body of a woman last night, right?
-My name is Vladic bearman, and we prefer the term Vampire!!!
-Well, mine is Hristo the Bulgarian, what do I owe you, demon?
-You don't owe me anything, I have come to give you a gift.
-A poisoned gift?
-No Hristo the Bulgarian, I offer you the gift of eternal life!!!
-Hahaha, you have chosen a bad day to offer me your gift, I am in a hurry, friends, not my only family needs me very far from here, I will finish you off and continue on my way.
-That is true, either way you will leave here, either on your horse to rescue your friends, with my sword as a prize at your waist, or as my son to serve me for the rest of eternity, or until I reach you. your second death or mine comes.
That vampire was faster than him, and perhaps stronger, but not more cunning, Hristo raised his double-edged ax and charged with everything he had, not only did he have to defeat him, he had to get to the castle to save old Borka, Freya and little Sif!!! Vladic could not play with that giant, he unsheathed his Damascene steel, and began his dance with death, it would be him or the Bulgarian!!!, -Clink, Clink, Clink!!!-, the sparks did not stop flying when the ax and the sword they crossed again and again, that giant was fucking fast, incredible for someone of his size, in each attack Hristo shortened his path, he sought to get closer and closer, he had an advantage over the monster, the vampire was not looking for his neck or his body with its steel, the vampire's sword was able to cut him on more than one occasion, but he avoided damaging him, he did not know why, but if so he would take advantage of it, Vladic instead had to take care of his neck, his side, his arms, his legs, in each swing of that infernal double-edged ax there was only one intention in his enemy, to KILL HIM!!!, Mirna was already two spans from the final battlefield, Hristo now has another vampire to worry about, he constantly turns to Seeing it, Vladic notices.
-Just look at me, she won't intervene, you have my word!!!
-Your word is worth shit to me!!!
The faces of the Romanian Vampire and the Bulgarian Bear foreshadowed that the next clash would be the last!!! Will Hristo's strength and skill with his double-edged ax prevail? Or, on the contrary, will the speed of the steel sword prevail? Damascus and the sharp claws and fangs of Vladic will first taste the blood of the Bulgarian? At this point neither God nor destiny have an answer, only the impetus and determination of this pair of gladiators!!!
To be continue...
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