42 A Fight Among Comrades Part II (1/2)
They redacted quickly, with a thrust of the spear and the glavie chopping down towards me. As I had the spell casted though, I was going much quicker than they anticipated so both of their attacks missed, but only by a hair's breadth, I felt the wind coming off of their attacks, messing with my hair.
'Damm, that was close. On a hit from any of them, I will be out cold, I can't afford that, not with them doubting my strength, the arrogant bastards. The glaive looks especially nasty though, I better avoid getting hit by it.'
I focus back on the fight. The two in the back, had while I was thinking began to rush up to me, at the moment they were just passing Belegorn and Halstein. As they passed I saw the two polearm users tense slightly, which is odd. It was like they didn't trust each other, in my head I thought they would have, especially considering they all chose to fight me as one.
Seeing that if I continued to go forward, I would be meeting four people instead of two, I jumped to the side, to avoid what would be a certain loss for me. Landing I rolled to avoid the glavie smashing into the ground where I would have been if I didn't move.
”That was close.”
Hearing my muttering, a smile formed on Belegorn's face. The glaive that was on the floor, was then shoved along towards me. The tip of it is looking to stab into me. Seeing this I hurriedly moved from where I was, being forced further and further back. After about thirty steps, I smiled.
”You are a bit far from your team aren't you now?”
He froze then he looked back. In the second that he did, I moved. My sword left behind images as it moved. I dealt to quick but light slashes to his chest, before a heavy stab right into the spot that the slashes met. This caused him to stumble back, but not knock him down and out.
Frowning slightly as that combination should have finished him off, I moved forwards being careful of his glavie which was moving around erratically as he was going back. I couldn't be too careful though, as I wanted to finish him before he had help arrive.
Getting in close to him, while ducking under a blow from the glaive, I pushed him with my shoulder, sending him smashing to the floor. As he was down, I finished him with a chop, onto his temple. The blow was so strong, it caused him to start to bleed, but did the trick and knocked him out.
'I would be sorry, but damn you all. You are making this so hard for me.'
By the time I had finished him off, Oswald had caught up and arrived. Taking a seemingly basic stance. He sent out two jabs to my face. They were quick. Really quick. I didn't even have a chance to react and was forced to take them head on.
The blows were hard. It left my head ringing a bit and I could feel, blood dripping down my face. This angered me.
”How dare you! You damn bastard! All of you are! I will destroy you!”
My body felt like it was an inferno. My blood especially. It was like it was boiling. A similar thing had happened to me before. This time it was worse and I lost complete control of my body. Not complete control, more like I knew what I was doing but was being influenced to fight harder. To kill.
The feeling slowly taking control, had a mind of its own. A style of fighting of its own. I casted lots of spells seamlessly, putting my body in a full state of enhancement, then my weapon, this way I would be now, putting out my full power.
Then I saw some words in my head and muttered them, not that I had any idea what it meant. All I felt was the feeling in my body cool, then the feeling the heat, it exploded. My whole body felt like it was on fire.
As my eyes looked around, I saw a reflection in the window. My eyes had gone red. Not like normal red. They crimson red. The colour of blood . I then focused on Oswald. I smashed his head with the pommel of my sword. He went down, but as he was going I landed a kick straight into his abdomen, this led to him coughing blood.