Ashborn Primordial - Chapter 264: The Rebels of Samar Patag (Two)

Chapter 264: The Rebels of Samar Patag (Two)

The demon swung at Vir, his fist coming wide and well-announced. Vir didnt even have to step away to avoid it; a simple shift of his neck, and the punch sailed by harmlessly.

The attacks came in quick succession, from all directions. Often, three or more attacks threatened him simultaneously. All to no avail.

As Vir fluidly dodged the fists and legs, mostly fists and legs, blending Kalari arts with his own fighting style honed by battling Ash Beasts, the frustrated attackers started using more lethal weapons.

Soon, talwars, scimitars, and even some katars and spears all came at him.

Why arent you hitting him? a rebel snapped.

I could say the same for you! Hes as slippery as an eel!

The rebels attacks grew more desperate with each missed swing.

Just a little longer, Vir thought, easily avoiding the lethal strikes. Had he been surrounded by trained warriors, it mightve been a different story, but these rebels were not only weak and malnourishedthey were also untrained. Not one of them belonged to a Warrior Calling, after all. Whatever theyd learned, theyd scraped together on their own. And unlike Vir, they hadnt had hordes of Ash Beasts to temper them.

The rebels strikes came more wildly now, driven by frustration and anger. They were faster, yes, but also desperate, and thus less accurate.

A lull in the fight ensued. The attackers heaved for breath.

How? someone rasped. How is he unharmed? What magic is this?

No magic, Vir replied. Only skill. Youve had your chance. Now its my turn.

Vir activated Haste and Blinked at the nearest rebel, using his momentum to drive a punch to the demons stomach that sent him into a fit of retches on the ground.

Well before his foe collapsed, Vir was already taking down his next target. Then the next.

It was good practice for Haste. Hed been trying to use the ability in short, quick bursts to conserve it. Opponents such as these made for ideal training, and he found his control over the ability improving with each rebel downed. He waited longer to activate it and canceled it sooner.

Less than a minute after the fight began, the rambunctious demons calling for the sacking of the Chitran lay groaning on the floor, nursing their injuries.

At their center stood Vir, unharmed, like the eye of a storm.

Ive left you with only bruises and minor injuries, he said. Nothing that will cripple you.

See? someone said. He cant kill us! He doesnt have the grit! Hes got nothing!

Fool! A familiar voice thundered. It belonged to a scowling woman who strode into the warehouse as if she owned it.

It was Greesha, and she was not happy.

Any warrior worth his salt knows just how much easier it is to kill than incapacitate. Vaak here has spared your livesnot because he couldnt kill youbut because he possesses such mastery over his might that he chose not to kill you. Do not mistake expertise for weakness, you useless chals!

Greesha was right, of course. Vir was surprised to find her here, and even more surprised to see her sticking up for him. While he knew Greesha regarded him as crucial to the future of demonkind, their initial meeting hadnt given him the impression that she was especially fond of him.

Vir nodded appreciatively at the seer, who backed away, yielding the room to him.

You called me a coward, Vir said, addressing the groaning rebels. I braved the Ash. I fought the beasts of your nightmares, and I fought them by the hundreds. I am no coward. But youre right. Im scared.

Not for you. For everyone else. For all the souls that will suffer the consequences of your actions.

What do you mean? someone said.

I decimated you in minutes. Had I wanted to kill you, Id have taken half that time. And yet, the Chitran have dozens of warriors skilled enough to keep me occupied. Against them? Youd be fodder. Nothing more. Hardly even a warmup.

Thats not true How can you know that? someone said, but his defeated voice said it all.

If, by some miracle, you get past the soldiers, how are you going to take the keep? How will you siege the castle walls? How will you breach the gate? You have no artillery. You have no magic. No leadership, and no organization.

If we can at least take down some of those Ash damned chals, itll have been worth it, no matter the outcome, a rebel said, though the fire in his voice was gone.

Yes, many will die, Vir said. But it will not be the Kothis. Itll be you. Itll be Janani. Itll be the orphans. The Outcasts. The slum dwellers. Itll be Gargans that pay the ultimate price. Whats moreyoud be giving the Chits the excuse theyve always wanted. Youd give them the perfect reason to wipe out the rest of the Gargans in Samar Patag. Theyll retaliate against every man, woman, and child. All to set an example. So tell me, do you really want their blood on your hands?

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Easy for you to say, hiding behind that mask, a demon spat.

You fault me for keeping my identity a secret when Ive brought you your first victories in a decade?

There was no response, but Vir wasnt done. He had to beat the hopelessness of their situation so thoroughly, theyd never dream of doing anything so rash ever again.

Lets say, Vir continued, that Adinat, Vera, and Badrak bless you with divine fortune, and that, against all odds, you somehow take the keep and liberate Samar Patag from the Chitran. The Kothi army at the Ash Boundary numbers over twenty thousand. What will you do when they inevitably march back to retake the city? How will you, with your ragtag band of civilians, defend this city?

Vir locked eyes with each demon in the room. Each averted their eyes. As I fearedyou wont. Youll perish. Samar Patag will burn, and your legacy will be that of extremist zealots who doomed what was left of the Garga. Youll be cursed by future generations as the fools who ended what the Chitran had begun.

Vir let out a long breath. He hadnt meant to get so animated, but he couldnt help himself. The rebels selfishness was going to get everyone killed.

Then what would you have us do? Janani asked softly, tears in her eyes. Would you have us give up?

All eyes turned to Vir, who let the tension drain from his shoulders.

No. No, thats not what Im saying at all. What Ive done with Vaakwith this mask, he said, pointing to his masked face, was for the Garga. But this is not the way. If we truly wish for a better world, we must tread lightly. We must lay the foundation, and, only when we are ready, do we act.

Do you have a plan, then? Janani asked.

I do. The Gargan Warrior Callings. Are they all dead? Vir asked.

Janani shook her head. No. Many perished in the sacking of Samar Patag, but many more surrendered when it was obvious we would lose. They, like us, are Outcasts now.

But where did they go? Vir asked. The Chitrans wouldnt have sent them away. Theyd keep them under their thumb. Unless

Virs eyes widened in realization. Realization and horror.

The Ash Boundary.

Thats right, one of the rebels said. While you were off training in the Ash, our warriors have been forced to fend off the beasts that come through the Boundary each and every day.

It would ordinarily be the Chitrans responsibility, Janani said, but they claim that due to the injustices committed by the Garga throughout history, that it is only fair to push that burden onto our warriors. They are run dry, fighting every waking hour of each day without rest

Vir didnt immediately reply. Any successful coup would need their support. But how to get it? The Boundary was far, and itd be heavily fortified with Chitran.

To say nothing of the physical and mental state of the Gargans there. Organizing a coup in Samar Patag was one thing. Freeing the Gargans at the Boundary was quite another.

Though the plight of the Warrior Outcasts was a tragedy, it was not one Vir could solve right now. Itd have to be enough knowing they were alive.

We cant rely on their help, Vir said. Whatever we do, we have to do alone. From within.

Which is?

Hear me, Vir said, raising his voice. There will come a day when we strike. When we take back what is rightfully ours. When we rise against the Chitran and restore Garga to its former glory. But that day is not yet upon us.

To prepare, we must train. We must organize. You are laborers. Merchants, farmers, traders. Most of you dont even know how to hold a weapon. I will teach you the ways of the warrior. I will show you the basics, and from there, you must ply yourselves diligently. For the day you are called upon to act.

And until then? another demona farmer wearing overallsasked. Are we to live as we are? In squalor and destitution? Are we to do nothing to better our situation?

No, Vir replied, looking the demon in the eye. As I said, I created Vaak for a reason.

Youll protect us, then?

Hopeful murmurs sounded through the room.

I will do my part. But I wont be around to save each one of you. Vaak will keep you safe.

What do you mean?

Vaak isnt just me anymore, Vir said. Its you. Its Janani. Its even Bolin. Vaak is a symbol. One that the Chitrans fear and respect. So long as Vaaks identity is kept a mystery, it will keep you safe.

Theyll ransack the slums to find you! a woman said.

No, Vir replied. They wont. They think Vaak is a Chitran Warrior Calling in disguise. Someone high up. Someone with connections. They dont have the means and political connections to pry into my identity, and they cant risk acting without knowing for sure. That is, unless Vaak does something stupid enough to force Governor Asumans hand.

Youre telling us to defend ourselves, but not to anger them? Sure, that might reduce the number of muggings, but thats all! It wont change an Ash Damned thing about our situation!

Murmurs of assent spread through the rebels.

I know, Vir said. Which is why I intend to personally intervene. If there is anything I can do to improve our lives in the interim, I will. But I am new here. I need your help. Tell me, what are the biggest issues plaguing Gargans? What would help the most?

Hushed voices once again broke out. This time, there were few arguments, as the rebels discussed the matter in earnest.

Before long, everyone was volunteering their opinion.

They take too much in taxes from us! Whatever we earn, they steal! Were barely better than slaves.

No, thats not the real issue, someone else said. Its that we cant get any of the good jobs. Forget the Outcasts, even Laborer Callings have to dredge the bottom of the barrel. When we make coppers on the silver, its no wonder we cant make better lives for ourselves.

If I may? Janani asked, raising her hand.

Vir nodded for her to continue.

Everyone brings up valid points, but they all stem from one source. Asuman.

Indeed, a rebel said. If we could get rid of him

Jananis eyes widened. Oh, I wasnt

Thats right! If we can kill him, our problems will be solved. But how do we do it?

Vir put his hands up to hush the crowd.

Janani, tell me more about Asuman.

Janani looked at him in panic, but Vir smiled placatingly. Im not considering an assassination, Vir said, easing her concern.

Unless executed masterfully, itd be far too easy for the Chitrans to blame the Gargans, resulting in dire consequences. Even if that worst-case outcome was somehow avoided, there was no telling if Asumans successor would be better or worse. Vir refused to roll the dice with other peoples lives so carelessly.

Janani cleared her throat. Asuman detests Garga.

More like he hates our guts, someone else said.

Yes, well, losing a child to the war does many things to parents, Janani shot back, glaring at the rebel.

His child died? Vir asked.

Yes, Janani replied. He lost his son during the invasion. He has harbored a grudge against our clan ever since.

If he were deposed, who would take his place? Vir asked.

Chatter broke out again, with each rebel offering different names. It soon became clear that there was no obvious successora dangerous situation.

What about Greesha? Vir asked, eyeing the woman whod kept mostly silent until now.

Greesha let out a short, sharp laugh. The sun will set before I sit in the governors seat. I might be a Ruler Calling, but its only because Raja Matiman values my abilities as a Seer. Even today, Im under constant surveillance. As an ex-Gargan, hed never be daft enough to put me in a position of power.

I see, Vir said. This was going to be a tougher nut to crack than hed thought.

Vir fell into thought as the room broke out into arguments once again.

Eventually, Janani came up to him. Im sorry, she said. I truly wish we could do more, but

Vir shook his head. If this couldve been easily solved, it would have been, long ago. I just thought the Vaak persona wouldve helped.

It has! Janani said. It absolutely

Her words were cut short by a demon who broke into the warehouse, panic written all over his face.

Whats the matter? Greesha asked. Is this location compromised?

The demon shook his head. No. Worse. Theres been a breach in the Boundary. Ash Beasts have broken through and theyre stampeding this way!

The room fell deathly silent.