Crimson eyes were now locked on him, unblinking, a promise of danger without shape or name, and the alley itself seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the moment when predator and prey would collide.
The crimson eyed monster was the one to make his first move. It threw out a feint strike towards Nesta's head. Nesta could see the strike heading towards him, shifting through the air like a missile. He propped his arms up in an 'X' shape as the figure's punch slammed into them. The force behind the punch lifted him up a few inches from the ground, almost breaking his bones.
Nesta gulped down when numbness had taken over his arms which dangled effortlessly by his side. It has been only a minute since they clashed and he was now open for a blow from the crimson eyed figure.
Without wasting time, it grabbed the back of Nesta's head and dug its knee into his face. The sound of stones breaking apart was heard as his body crashed into a nearby wall, breaking it apart with the sound of bones cracking within the ambience.
What the hell is his body made up of?
He wondered, with dirt and rubble falling on his head. Spitting the dirt out, he got up from the ground as a wave of pain surged through his body.
A flurry of fist came rushing towards his face once again. Nesta could once again see everything heading towards him but his body wasn't fast enough to evade the attacks. Neither was it also strong and resilient enough to block them.
The sound sound of bones giving way resonated as the fists graced his frail body. Nesta screamed. His body tossed to the side like a rag doll.
Dust and dirt filled the ambience of where he had fallen which was a bit far away from where the brute was standing. Its eyes glowing crimson red with such ferocity that could etched great fear into anyone who came close to them.
Nesta's breath wheezed when he moved up from the debris created by his fall. His kimono which was some minutes ago a symbol of elegance was now soiled with blood. Scarlet splashes bloomed across the silk kimono like dying flowers, the fabric stiff where the blood had seeped and dried.
The brute sniffed the air countless times: the scent of Nesta blood wavering in the air. It licked its lips, savoring the scent while slowly proceeding towards the source of it. Nesta opened his eyes. They narrowed as he stared into the direction of the approaching footsteps. He could see the brute coming towards him with a crazed smile on its face.
"You I remember you, you are the one who took my item…"he said when he came to the sudden realization. He dragged his frail body away from the man, a terrified look apparent on his face.
The grin on the man's face increased in intensity as he quickened his footsteps. He clenched his hands into fists and positioned his body in a better angle to deliver a solid hit to Nesta's head.
Urgency swept over him as he tried to get out of harm's way with all the strength he could muster. An idea came into his head.
A stone. I can use it to do something
He muttered, grabbed a cobblestone from the ground and waited for the bandit to approach his banged up body.
Without having a foresight of what was happening, the bandit dashed towards Nesta. He gave up on any idea of putting up some sort defense. Gusts of wind were generated when his readied fist which came flying towards Nesta.
"Take this, scum!!"he shouted, with a stone flung forcefully towards the man's head. He tried to dodge the attack but since he decided to not put up any form of defense his attempt became futile.
The stone crushed right into his skull. A thud echoed throughout the room. A painful shriek left the man's lips when the stone had hit him cleanly on his head. Flesh and blood were exposed to the air as his skin gave way immediately. Torrents of blood gushed out with each being a brute remainder that this person should have never messed with Nesta Smith.
The man in question got up from the ground. His eyes zeroed around the room in which the altercation had ended in. A wooden plank was all that his eyes could see in a far corner. It was a bit shredded by all the fight that had went down in the room. Nesta walked straight to it and with his bashed up hand grasped it. He pulled it from the floor with all his might causing some of the debris to spread elsewhere on the floor.
This will do it.
He muttered, a low, ragged breath escaping his lips several times. He turned to face the man slightly, looking at him like a predator that had finally cornered its prey.
He dashed forward without thinking, brandishing the plank before him like a trophy. Each step he took during the sprint resounded through the place, a rising cacophony heralding what was to come.
His body arched back as he readied himself to strike. The momentum of his movement guided the plank in a sharp arc, bringing it crashing down onto the bandit's head.
A smile appeared on his face when the sound of the plank connecting with something echoed.
I have done it! I have finally done it… I've defeated someone for once in my lifetime!
Dopamine surged through his body as the realization of his achievement finally sank in. At last, he had accomplished something he'd failed at in his past life. He had defeated a foe—and he didn't care in the slightest that he'd done it by cheating.
The plank broke into splinters after coming into contact with whatsoever it had been directed towards. A chuckle was what Nesta got after delivering the strike to the bandit.The chuckle proceeded into a diabolical laughter, shaking Nesta to his very core.
A hand clamped around his own, and only then did he finally see the face of the man he thought he had defeated. His flesh and skin which were exposed minutes ago was now closing up at a faster rate than what a normal human should be capable of.
Nesta's heart sank as the man pulled him in and slammed him to the ground with a brutal rugby-style tackle. The attack broke through all of his defenses like what a hot knife did through butter.
Streams of blood seeped out from the corners of his lips. They continued dripping down to his neck when they reached his chin. Nesta's vision blurred a little due to sheer impact his head had made with the concrete floor of the room.
He could actually feel some of the blood leaving the back of his head.
How can a normal rugby-style tackle hurt me like this?
He asked himself, staring deep into the eyes of the man on top of him.
"You are very despicable, how can a vampire result to such cheap tactics?"he blurted out. His gaze fixated on Nesta's own. He was quite shaken by what had come out of the man's mouth.
"V-ampires…."he mumbled out softly with a shaky voice.
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