I felt something wet on my hand and raised it to find blood smeared all over it. I looked to the source and found one side of my pants being soaked in blood, with several holes supposedly coming from the explosion earlier. I gingerly fingered one of the wounds and pulled out a shard that smelt like snake's venom.
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"How you like the poison coursing through your veins? I have made that spear especially for this very fight." The devil smiled as he leaned on his spear casually. "Each of the shards hold enough poison to kill a full-grown elephant within 1 hour, and since you took that point-blank, I dare say you have roughly a few minutes to last. So better use that time properly."
Damn it, I got too careless!
I tried to get myself up and make some distance, but I stepped on something that made me slip and hit my head against one of the swords. Cursing myself and tasting blood in my mouth, I tried to get up again only to drop onto one knee and heave hard for air. The poison was spreading a lot faster than expected, and it seemed potent enough that even Avalon was taking a while to start cleansing the system. I had to maintain body control quick.
Unfortunately, my body seemed to have left me completely, and my vision seemed to contract in on itself, darkness seemingly coming from all sides and reducing my vision. Damn it, I do not want to have the devil's smirk as the last thing I see!
I needed to get up!
I needed to keep on fighting!
I needed a weapon, something that could break his defenses, something that he could not avoid no matter what he did.
Something like that red spear that nearly killed me that night.
As my thoughts seemed to fade, my hand barely grasped the shaft of one of the spears next to me and held on to stabilize my body.
"Ba~ Bump!"
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Regeis let out a dark chuckle as he watched the human stumble onto the ground, trying to get himself up only to trip over a broken piece of sword and hit his head against another weapon. He was impressed that the human was still able to move despite the poison inside of him; this was a variation of another type that had killed countless others before him in seconds. Even the strongest one before him dropped after a few minutes.
Not that it mattered to Regeis, all he cared was this human was still alive and currently on his last legs, and given what he had seen so far, he knew that the human would give one last fight to the death. An animal being pushed to death would be the most desperate and most ferocious.
A light dose of pain interrupted his thoughts and he directed his irritated gaze at the stump where his arm used to be. It seemed that the cut was clean enough that even the nerves did not register the pain early on. The blood was still flowing out of the stump rather quickly and he could feel the first waves of having a light head from blood loss. Wordlessly he created a fire based spear and lightly pierced the stump, wincing slightly from the pain as the flames started to cauterize the wound. After a few seconds Regeis removed the spear and examined his handiwork. The wound looked ugly but at least the blood stopped flowing out like a leaky tap. He could get it cleaned up later.
It didn't matter if he got an arm cut off. Pain and death were prices to pay for a good fight, and this was most certainly the best of them all. He was the first one in a long time to push Regeis this far and take a limb from him.
The maniacal grin went back on his face as he turned to look at the human grabbing one of his red spears to try and support himself. The time was drawing near. He could always tell if his prey was scared or desperate during their legs.
This human was one of the rare few to exhibit neither one, this one was calm and determined to fight to the end. He would ensure that he kept on fighting until Regeis was dead, and he would not regret it the least.
Regeis eagerly waited on the human as he struggled to stay up and pulled the spear from the ground. Oh so he wanted to use it huh? All right then, he would let the human fight with it, he would be generous.
Regeis looked at the spear in his own hand as he waited. He could definitely feel it pulsating with energy all through this fight. [Hell's Trident] was most excited at this fight, he had never felt it feeling so alive for such a fight. It too wanted fresh blood from this opponent.
And he would most certainly give it to the gear. He would make sure to carve out the beating heart of this human and poured the last drops of blood on to his spear to feast on.
Now how to do that? Perhaps he could immobilize him with the fire spear he was using. He could stab him in the stomach and watch the human scream in agony as the flames cooked his innards and...
Whatever thoughts he had got put to a jarring halt as he looked at the human, who has now adopted a crouched position on all fours with the spear pointed diagonally at the ground and the heft raised above his shoulder. His breathing seemed to have stabilized to the point that one would mistake his heart to have stopped and his eyes seemed to have changed its color to that of the blackest steel. But the position and behavior was not what stopped Regeis.
It was the spear in the human's hand; something about it had changed in some manner. It was not a physical change, that much he could tell, but something at the spear's core that seemed to become foreign to him, like he could not control it anymore. Furthermore, the feeling he got from the spear was vastly different. It was no longer raging like a bull, it was silent and calm like a snake lying in wait for the kill, and the amount of blood-thirstiness was practically suffocating him.
Regeis blinked once to clear his eyes of the sweat that dripped into his eyes, and in that moment he saw a figure alongside the human in the same position as him while carrying a different spear in his hands. The figure seemed to be an Irish man that was clad in a tight blue leotard and his shockingly dark blue hair tied into a long ponytail. But the part that was gripping his heart was the savage expression on his face. It reminded him of a hound who has found his prey and was about to sink his teeth into its neck. And if Regeis looked carefully, the illusion seemed to overlap perfectly with the human's figure.
In that moment, Regeis felt something foreign settle in his heart. It was very alien and oddly unsettling, yet he knew what this feeling was, the type that he imposed on his targets.
The feeling of being cornered by a predator better than he was. The feeling of the hunter becoming the hunted.
He needed to get away now! He needed to make some distance from this human and rethink his strategies! He needed to...
"Are you ready?" The human raised his head slightly to show a very cold and somewhat restrained savagery on his face. "Here I come."
Just as Regeis started to move, the human begun his attack by charging a few hundred feet before leaping high into the air, but oddly enough the spear was directed at the ground. Regeis wasn't fooled though; the spear that human grabbed on to was one of his favorites. He was inspired to create a spear based on Irish mythology that allowed him to pierce his target's heart no matter where they are or how much protection they had on them. It was always a great way of killing his targets unaware.
Oh, the irony of having his own creation against him.
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