The Growth of a Titan

Chapter 13: Chapter 13- I’m Stretching

Sol dropped to his knees and started gasping for air. It wasn't from exhaustion, in fact, he was currently feeling a rush of strength coursing throughout his body empowering him.

Sol even felt a thrill of excitement from this adrenaline rush.

However, it was just that along with this power came a dreadful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something inside of Sol felt like it was trying to erupt like a volcano that was being suppressed for too long.

Through this euphoria and bloated feeling, Sol manage to grab the small wrist bracelet that was on the ground nearby and clamp it back around his wrist.

The feeling of empowerment dissipated along with the feeling of euphoria, but the bloated feeling also fade away to Sol's relief.

Now the feeling of exhaustion Sol felt before he took off the bracelet washed over him once more, but this time severe pain across his whole body accompanied it.

But this pain wasn't unfamiliar to Sol so he gritted his teeth and got up.

"Big brother Sol…"

Amon said as he was picked up by Sol and placed on his back.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine big brother Sol, but the others, they're still-"

"What is this?!!"

A furious yell cut off Amon. Both he and Sol then turned to see several guards coming out of the double doors of the temple.

"Fuck."

"Shit."

From their choice of words, one could see that Sol and Amon had different levels of vocabulary when it comes to cursing. But unexpectedly, it was little Amon that dropped the F-bomb.

However, different vocabulary or not, both could understand the danger they were in.

"Hold on!"

Sol yelled as he dashed off.

A stern face man who was knelt beside the man Sol killed, glared in their direction before growling out.

"Clean up this mess, or else my head won't be the only one rolling when the Bishop returns."

"Yes, Sir!!"

"Yes, Sir!!"

A male paladin along with the female paladin from before yelled as they stepped forward.

With watery red eyes, the female paladin's killing intent skyrocket as she unhesitatingly dashed after Sol with the male paladin following behind.

She wasn't able to kill that brat who nearly blinded her, but she was going to take pleasure in slicing off the flesh of his friend and that other kid.

It didn't take long for her to catch sight of Sol and Amon with her speed and Sol's slow pace.

"Big brother Sol, they're catching up!"

Amon warned in panic.

Sol was already dead tired, so he couldn't help it. From the way things were going, he had to fight.

"Damn it."

Sol cursed under his breath but he didn't allow himself to panic. He took a deep breath to calm his nerves before he began thinking of a way to get out of this disaster while protecting Amon.

Sol began looking around his surroundings hoping to find something that would help.

"Big brother Sol!!"

Amon's panic cries got even louder as the eager female paladin was already thirty meters away and closing in on them fast. But Sol was still looking around racking his brain to come up with a plan.

Just as the female paladin was about to close the gap and catch up to them, Sol's eyes lit up and he suddenly took a hard right and dashed into a narrow alleyway. New novel chapt𝒆rs are published on novel(b)in(.)com

However, just as Sol and Amon entered the alleyway, the male paladin suddenly landed in front of them blocking off their exit.

Sol's feet came grinding to a halt before he turned his head to see the female paladin coming up behind them.

Sol and Amon were now trapped with nowhere to go.

"Big brother Sol…"

Amon said softly from Sol's back and tears began flowing down his cheeks.

Hearing Amon's sobs, Sol knelt and lowered him from his back.

"Amon don't cry, it's going to be alright. Just stay against the wall, okay?"

A familiar scene played out as Sol patted Amon's head. And like magic, Amon's sobs died down to only sniffles.

Maybe it was because Amon was so used to Sol comforting him like this that even in this situation he was able to calm him down, or maybe it was due to the way Sol said those words with confidence.

Snort.

A cold snort could be heard coming from the male paladin when he heard Sol's words. He then tilted his head to the side and said coldly.

"I don't know how a brat like you defeated Asmoundr, but from the looks of it, you're already exhausted. Don't bother trying any tricks and just let me see how your internal organs look."

As the male paladin said this, an eager and wicked grin could be seen on his face. One would find it hard to guess he was a respected Paladin Warrior by his cruelty on display.

However, Sol ignored him and instead began to stretch his limbs.

"???"

The male paladin paused, and wore a confused expression. But then hr chuckled in amusement.

The female paladin's reaction, however, was to only narrow her eyes at Sol while wearing a cold expression.

But, the two paladins were in no hurry to kill both Sol and Amon as they slowly approached. Though, even as they were several meters away, Sol was still stretching.

The male paladin soon couldn't help but ask.

"Brat, just what are you doing in a situation like this?"

"I'm stretching."

Sol said simply.

"No shit your stretching, but what's the point of stretching when you're about to die?"

While Sol bent down and flexibly touched his toes, he was heard saying.

"Father told me to always stretch when I'm about to overexert myself. He said it'll help keep my bones from breaking."

"...What?"

At this point, the male paladin was completely befuddled. However, the female paladin suddenly spat out.

"Enough of this, let's just kill the brat already!"

"Ha, you don't have to tell me."

The male paladin said as grabbed the hilt of his sword about to draw it.

Meanwhile, at this point in his stretching, Sol was jumping in place. However, on his third jump, a loud bang suddenly echoed out in the alleyway as the ankle bracelet on his right foot fell to the ground.

A split second after Sol's toes made contact with the ground, his figure suddenly blurred out of focus.

"Watch out!"

The female paladin who was keenly watching So unlike the male paladin cried out. But it was too late.

"W-What?!"

The male paladin watched in horror as Sol's figure blurred into focus in front of him; his fist drawn back and eyes wide open.

The male paladin already had his hand on his sword hilt so he was quick to draw his long sword, however, a deafening clang of metal rang out in the alleyway.

The male paladin felt the sword in his hand vibrate and he look to see that it had hit the wall.

He barely had any space to wield his sword.

"Fuck!"

The male paladin yelled, and he immediately realized why Sol had entered this alleyway.

They weren't the ones who cornered him, he was the one who led them here!