Assassin Crow Evolution

Chapter 28: White Blade

"The war I lost promised us the right to bury our fallen crows in the meadows, remember? Your intrusion violates our treaty! But of course, you know that, so you came here to provoke us, didn’t you? Alright then, let me do the same!" Hammer Beak exclaimed, "The meadow rightfully belongs to us crows! We will take it back, even if I am to fight my last battle against you filthy ravens!"

Reflective of his words, Hammer Beak ignored his double vision caused by the prior hit he took in the head, and attacked Maron the raven.

Maron quickly countered the forward thrusting blade. All it took was a short, quick swing of his hammer.

Just as quickly, he swung once more, and struck Hammer Beak on the chest!

Maron instantly gained the upper hand, and went for the killing blow. His hammer wasn’t big, it did not even complement Maron’s vastly superior size. It was a cross peen hammer, likely stolen from a blacksmith.

Regardless, Maron put plenty of power behind his swing.

Battered, bruised, and on the ground, Hammer Beak stared at the hammer hopelessly.

For a moment, he was sure he was going to die, but as the world around him slowed down, his adrenaline rose like an erupting geyser! He fought through the pain, and rolled over, dodging the hammer.

Maron’s face turned sour. His hammer got stuck in the mud, even.

"Stay still, coward," He said under his breath.

In the blink of an eye, Maron’s world went dark. His head spun across the air, severed, and plummeted into the grass. Blood painted the blades of grass near his body as if roses had bloomed.

As his body collapsed, a crow behind him took a step closer, kicked Maron’s body away, and then ran his dagger through the severed head.

The killer was White Blade, the albino crow. His demeanor remained calm.

White Blade turned around to face the trees, and raised his blade with Maron’s severed head on it as if it was a collector’s item.

At last, he spoke, "War will bring peace."

"Two wars? Fantastic." Gordon cawed behind him, "We already were at peace, egghead."

"Compromise is not peace," White Blade said, "Dominance is."

Right after, he threw the severed head away, and did not care to explain himself any further.

Hammer Beak managed to get himself up on his feet again. The elders had a proud look on their face.

Jimmy could only watch in awe. He was truly sick of hearing the elders blabber, but there was something about White Blade that made him very likeable.

For one thing, he understood that although White Blade hadn’t evolved as much as Jimmy did, he could’ve dealt some real damage against both himself and Gordon if he wanted to. Yet he didn’t.

This helped him read between the lines. His feathers shifted between shades of red in excitement. His Colourfoul Feathers skill gave him away.

’He hates the elders too, even if he protected that fat-nosed bastard from the raven.’ Jimmy thought, ’What’s this elegant fella planning?’

Before he could’ve uttered a word, White Blade beat him to it.

He calmly said, "We should leave now. We are outnumbered here."

A wave of croaks and hisses echoed through the trees in front of them. The ravens that hid in the trees, fluttered forward. Their wings were so big that once they were all up in the air, they blocked the rays of the sun.

Without thinking about it twice, the murder of crows fled. With over a hundred ravens chasing behind them, they were more than out-numbered. If they got caught, there wouldn’t be whole bodies left over for the crow community to retrieve.

Jimmy was the last in line. He was a big crow, and although he wasn’t the biggest within the group, he was still young, inexperienced, so he needed a bit of time to adjust himself in the air.

Instinctively, he turned his head to look at the ravens who chased after him, and when he saw that they were only a few meters away from him, he couldn’t help but fear for his life.

His feathers reflected it right away, and this time, it worked to his advantage.

The ravens who chased him were confused when they saw six crows suddenly shift into five. Nevertheless, they didn’t stop the chase.

Jimmy’s feathers had assumed a shade of green, leaning towards the darker side. The shade constantly changes so as to match the shifting shades of green grass below him. He looked like grass, he was perfectly camouflaged in the midst of his flight.

Virena remained on his back. She was already green, so she didn’t reveal his camouflage.

"I’ll be fine," He sighed in relief.

To his surprise, he saw White Blade slow down.

White Blade went from being the fastest crow, to falling last in line. Shortly after, he lost his balance, his body visibly cramping, and afterwards he fell through the grass below him.

Jimmy saw this, and a wave of panic hit him. White Blade was one of the few crows that he didn’t wish to see dead and mangled.

"The white one crashed!" He shouted.

Alas, the crows didn’t hear him. The sea of croaks coming from the ravens drowned his words effortlessly.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" He shouted, as he forced himself to turn around and look for White Blade.

It wasn’t hard to find him. He was the only white bird in the meadows.

Jimmy landed nearby, and shouted, "This is a bad time to take a nap, man!"

"Jimmy?" White Blade shouted, "Where are you?"

"I’m standing right in front of you!" He answered, "I’m good at camouflage!"

White Blade did not question him any further. Pain began overwhelming him.

"I’m evolving," White Blade said, "Use that camouflage of yours and get out of here. Save yourself."

"We’re far past that!" He snapped back, and as he looked at the vast dark cloud that approached, he shouted, "Come on, you bastards! I’ll piss on your corpses!"