The Last Warlock

"Who wants to rob me?" 

Said Mack, turning, but what he saw made him speechless.

The guard from earlier now had his decapitated head on the floor, and two guys were running toward the forests.

'Dafuck? Did they just rob the guard?'

The few people around, still caught unprepared for the situation, took their weapons out too, but before they could understand what was happening, it was all already done and the guys were escaping.

Everyone looked at each other as if not sure to put the weapon down, Mack then seeing everyone was somehow waiting for him to take action first, put his sword back, and everyone else did the same.

Then more guards came and started chasing the robbers, while two stayed, one to take the body and other to receive the fee from the people entering the city.

For the other guards, it was just another normal day. They already knew the perks of being a guard at the gate, and also the risks. After all, who could tell if the people who entered were a hundred or a hundred and two.. It was a 'allowed practice' at the city gate to take a few essence crystals when doing guard there, but also, no one would try to protect you if you got killed by a robber. But pursue them? That also had its perks and its risks.

Seeing the situation was calming down Mack started walking again to enter the city, but even so, he still had a bad taste in his mouth. He could not get rid of the feeling that it was him that got robbed instead of the guard.

'Well, at least I have pocket money now. Let's see what kind of things the aliens have to sell.'

Thought Mack, looking around the main street of the city, crowded with merchants and people walking around buying and selling all kinds of things.

Mack approached one stall and looked to the things there, mostly some kinds of fruits, the stall was right there in the side of the street, it was not a 'proper business' like the ones that had a store, but more like some people that had things to sell and just shifted their own small carts so buyers could see what was inside.

Mack had asked the arcane to remove 'common grade things' from the chip in his eyes to put Earth music, so he had no way to know what was that, but he knew it was no poisoned at least.

"How much for one?"

Asked Mack to the guy selling the fruit.

"10 for one crystal"

Said the man, pointing to a small paper by the front of the cart, but Mack could not read things in other languages. 

Mack looked at the fruits again, wondering if he should buy or not. It has been a day already since he ate something. 

The fruits were similar to some apples from Earth, but had a white color.

Mack grabbed his backpack, and without taking the bag of money out of it, took a handful of crystals out of it. Then, as if trying to not grab much attention said,

"Oh right, its on my pocket"

And put his hand inside his side pocket, leaving all the crystals there and taking only one of them.

"Here, take it".

  Said Mack, giving only one crystal to the merchant.

No one suspected what Mack did, but also, Mack didn't knew if he was being too careful or not, but remembering what happened at the gate, he was sure that was not a good idea taking out so many crystal out for everyone to see.

Mack put the fruits on his backpack and started biting one of them right there.

~crisp~

But the thing was hard as wood and had a taste akin to lemon.

"HaHaHaHa"

The merchant, seeing Mack biting the fruit, started to laugh aloud.

A few people close heard the laugh and looked at it.

"Geez, what a dumb ass, didn't he know Acapuras can't be eaten without boiling?"

Said an old man, passing by.

The merchant stopped laughing and, as if trying to control himself, asked,

"Sir, are you new here? Those fruits need to be boiled before eating, or it will cause diarrhea".

~spit~

"Dammit"

Cursed Mack, already spitting the bits of the fruit in his mouth.

~spit~

But one piece that Mack spit hit the foot of a horseman passing by his side.

'Shit'

Thought Mack, if people risked to kill for a crystal, what about a spit?

"YOU!"

Screamed the horseman furiously, but looking at Mack red eyes and his two swords, kept walking and did nothing.

'I guess people around here fear a lot what they don't know.'

Thought Mack, seeing the man hesitation even being furious.

But Mack was bored.

"YOU WHAT?"

Said Mack aloud, and the people around all stopped what they were doing.

A fight was going to happen, and if there was something they loved was to see a fight, there was nothing better to cure their boredom than a fight. And fights in this city were fully allowed. The guards only cared for people who robbed stores or destroyed any public building.

The horseman suddenly felt a chill in his spine, but his 'honor' spoke louder. He was in the right there, the man spit on his foot, if someone was to be pissed was him.

The horseman turned his head, but before he could even say anything.

~slap~

Mack slapped the horseman's head with all the force he could muster in his body. He was not sure how strong those people with horsehead were.

A fountain of blood gushed to the skies and everyone around felt as if just rained for a single second.

The horseman's head exploded with Mack slap.

'Shit'

Thought Mack, seeing those people with horse's head were way weaker than him.

Everyone thought they would have a fight to see, but before it even started, it already ended.

Seeing the fight was over, everyone started taking care of their own things again and the usual noise of a merchant street came back.

But three horsemen stood there, still unable to move, and rage could be seen in their eyes while looking at Mack.

Those three horseman just lost their father, and they would die to get their revenge.