The Rise Of A Porter

As the explosion went up, Arnold's eyes lit up simultaneously. He had been waiting for this to happen and it finally did. The syndicate had begun its attack on the Lizardmen. 

"Well done, Talos," Arnold mumbled while slicing off yet another one of Devon's pawns in half. Arnold knew it was Talos and the syndicate as the explosion was the signal Arnold had wanted Talos to use. He had also given him a ton of fiery grenades for the same purpose. 

The so-called elite guards were frightened out of their wits. They had no idea someone as monstrous as Arnold could even exist in their world. That realisation coupled with the explosion was enough to make them crap themselves. However, they quickly regained their composure. They were trained to be the best of the best, and they would not back down. Not until their last breath.

Immediately, another line of fighters dashed in to confront Arnold, yelling and thrashing with their swords and weapons to get enough courage to face him. The yelling didn't die down, in contrast, it increased. But the yells were no longer giving them courage instead, now their yells were instilling more fear in them. Because these yells weren't coming from courage, instead the yells were from the despair and pain they were going through.

As the soldiers came charging at him all together, Arnold remained still, he had an icy smile on his face, and his fierce eyes tracked every fighter closing in on him. In a split second, he had sidestepped the man leading the strike. The next moments, slicing open his torso. Arnold's strike not only pierced through the mech suit but managed to make his internal organs poured out, dropping to the ground. The smell of the blood reeked in the air. Still, the elites did not let up and continued the assault. Their numbers dwindling with every passing moment. 

 In a flash, he swung his claws at the next man, cleanly taking his head off. The headless body stumbled for a few steps, as blood gushed out like a fountain from his open neck. Then the body slumped into a pool of blood, with his head laying not far away. It looked like a scene from a gory movie or game, but it was happening all before their eyes. Whenever Arnold swing his claws, he took a life without failing once. 

His next target was a woman. But instead of ripping her apart, he kicked her abdomen forcing the woman to squat in front of him. Instead, of caressing her wound to ease the pain, she looked up at Arnold. Her eyes begging him for mercy. 

"Please..." She mumbled while crying her eyes out. Even as she pleaded, she knew she didn't have long to live, "let me... Live... Please."

Arnold, however, had an indifferent expression on his face. But he lowered his blood-soaked claws. For a moment the woman thought Arnold would let her leave. But her hopes were shattered the very next moment. 

"I told you, if I don't get Devon, everyone would die. Yet you came brandishing a sword in my face. Forcing One man to fight against hundreds. Now you're begging for mercy?" Arnold's indifferent expression suddenly changed for the worst, "You think I'm someone who bluffs about killing people? Do you think you can have your cake and eat it too? Do you think I'm like other warriors? Sorry to disappoint you but I enjoy killing and idiots like you keep giving me the reason to do so."

Upon hearing those words, the woman's face went through a hundred emotional changes. She was cursing herself for ever joining Devon and aid him. But now was too late for having any regrets. Now was the time to drag someone to hell with her! 

Seeing no other way out, she lunged at Arnold. With a hidden blade in front, she went for Arnold's neck, "If I'm dying, then I'll drag you to hell with me!"

She was hopeful, she'd at least get to wound the man who had killed hundreds of her allies. But it was just wishful thinking because the next moment she felt her head topple down from her shoulder. Arnold was so quick with his attack, that the woman didn't realise, she was already dead.

In her last moments, she heard Arnold chuckle, "I'm sorry sweetie. But I don't go on dates in hell or with headless people."

"Who's next?" Arnold roared with ferocity. And dashed up against the line of fighters at a rapid speed, preparing to slash his next victim.

But before he could, the man standing in front of him was killed by something... Something abnormal. It looked like a monster but Arnold immediately recognised exactly what the creature was.

'Devon and his filthy experiments.' Arnold thought, stopping a few steps away from the new horde of humanoid monsters. 

He didn't need to kill the rest of the humans. The humanoids did the job for him. But Arnold was confused. How the heck did the humanoids made their way out of the base? Scylla should've finished them off, right? After all, he told her to cover the gates. 

Arnold looked past the humanoids, looking for Scylla. He found her pretty soon. But not where he had expected her to be. Not only she wasn't guarding the door like she was supposed to, but she was playing with the trees!!! 

Arnold didn't know whether he should laugh or cry. Scylla had never been to the swamps before, thus everything fascinated her and it was to be expected. Still, he didn't think her curious nature would make her neglect his orders. But now, he couldn't do much about it. He had his hands full. 

"I think I should take her training a bit seriously... Or I'll get killed soon." Arnold smiled shook his head again.

A dog would never be held responsible for its action. But the owner will, as it's their job to train the dog. Arnold's case wasn't any different from that, the only difference being, he had a pet dragon instead of a dog. 

While Arnold was thinking about Scylla's training, a humanoid monster jumped towards him. Arnold didn't even turn to face the humanoid and simply kicked it. Since he wasn't paying attention, he went overboard with the kick and instead of just killing the humanoid, it was thrown back as if he were hit by a running train. The force had killed the humanoid instantly, but his body flew back, crashing against half a dozen more of its kind before it finally came to a rest. All of them were knocked down and laid still on the ground in a heap. Either dead or crippled enough, to not move. 

"Damn! That was some Shaolin Soccer shit right there." Arnold praised the kick and went ahead kicking the rest of them as well. 

It was as clear as day, this was Devon's final trick. Not to mention, the Lizardmen won't be coming to his aid anymore. With this, his fate was sealed. He was already dead.