Dance With Darkness And Light - Chapter 12 Dont Fear The Reaper
They stood there, pale and petrified.
for visiting.
“Where did that brat go?! FIND HI” The first to regain his composure yelled out. Before he could finish his sentence though, his head flew off into the crowd, as a vast amount of blood sprayed out of his neck. Among the shock even a shriek was discernible.
“Is that all…you things amount to?” A voice seemingly arose from the void along with a deep laughter. Leaving them even more befuddled than before. As the nerves in the headless body finally stopped working, the body also fell toward the ground. The young prince was revealed behind their fallen friend for all of them to see.
Shock, and a bit of fear overcame their bodies. Seeing a young child kill so effortlessly, fast and ruthlessly, but also remain calm. It dawned upon some of them that this might be their last day, that not everyone would be able to survive.
Yet, also anger and hatred filled their eyes. Seeing and feeling this animosity, Bazuul could not help but laugh once again.
“Well, as the good prince that I am, let me tell you this. If you’re eager to die, then come at me!”
Even though, at this point Bazuul sounded confident and even more so, cocky. He actually was quite in danger, considering he was fighting almost twenty-five thugs at once, and more were still inside. Also, even though he was rather proficient with the [Flash Steps] skill, he could only create after-images three times with his [Mirage] skill, in a short amount of time. Also, both needed a good amount of concentration at this stage.
He would also have to rely on Kadi’s sword training and couldn’t just senselessly stomp them due to the energy consumption.
They ran at him roaring once more, some to the side, so as to circle him, but considering the distance he couldn’t care less. He dashed and hacked off the fastest one’s head. As he landed another one already attacked and successfully stabbed him in the back. Crackling sounds could be heard for a second and the prince suddenly shattered away. [Mirage] in action was almost ethereal in beauty, which stupefied the crowd and the one that had stabbed Bazuul. Then, a dull sound came from the ground.
“AAARG-AAAH, MY ARM!!!” the one that attacked and stuck his blade in Bazuul’s back screamed. Bazuul, of course, reappeared the second after the attack right beside him and relieved him of his sword…and arm.
Another attack came, this time from the side, he blocked the blade and changed its trajectory a bit.
It landed in the neck of the one that lost his arm.
“You GUYS!!! Aren’t you supposed to kill me? HAHAHA!” Bazuul mocked as he rammed his sword in another guys head as if an uppercut.
This went on for a while, and Bazuul also had a couple of scratches and cut marks from his opponent’s weapons. On the other hand, they had already lost eleven of their men to this little devil.
In the meantime, Kadi just blocked off Thousand Flowers attacks. Even though Thousand Flowers was at the origin realm, he was only at the beginning of the first stage. Considering the rift in power each realm created, Kadi, at the third stage would have to be asleep to actually die from these sorts of attacks.
Thousand Flowers, on the other hand, was getting more and more anxious. His opponent had yet to even move from where he stood, and his attacks seemed to just repel from that guy. Causing some inner injuries to himself. His overly tanned skin slowly turned red from the shame. Anger rose and he yelled to the remaining henchman.
“What are you idiots doing?! Follow that brat, they are almost out of sight!”
They immediately ran out of the building and followed the corpses of their fellow thugs.
“Brat?!” Kadi said for the first time and attacked Thousand Flowers. His fist landed right at Thousand Flowers left temple, blew his ugly hat off, and slammed him into the ground. Disoriented, Thousand Flowers was not completely sure what was happening anymore.
“Mhpf, unworthy weakling!”
Kadi turned around and walked with the grace of a knight toward the place the other henchman ran to. Leaving Thousand Flowers on the ground.
Hearing this Thousand Flowers mind snapped. He couldn’t hold it anymore, as the shame he felt, turned to hatred, which then surged toward in his mind, clouding his senses. He threw up a mouthful of blood, stood up soon after and roared. He looked around, and saw that the cause of his shame was already about a hundred meters away, about to turn around to corner.
He started to furiously charge toward that target, blade finally drawn. He roared like a wild beast, his eyes bloodshot, glinting with fiery hatred and killing intent.
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Meanwhile, Bazuul killed another five of them but saw about fifteen other thugs closing in, in the distance.
Some of them had been just normal thugs, others had cultivated for a bit, and some even used low forms of elemental magic, which he was thankful for.
Learning by experience would always reap a better harvest.
His lips curled up because he was now – what he would call – slowly entering the zone. The scent of blood and the feeling of a battle of life and death was slowly getting into his head, arousing him and the darkness inside.
Because of this, he felt an urge, causing him to flash step forward and kill one of them. Then he created a mirage and flash stepped again, making use of the short moment of invisibility created by the mirage. He killed two more henchmen before many could react. After doing so he landed a good ten meters away from them, laughed and started to sing.
“Ooooh, the time has come, heeeeere but nooow they’re gone~” He sang as he looked at them with an intoxicated smile and arched eyelids.
They ran toward him, attacking and defending, falling and dying as the fight slowly entered the buzzing market.
“Seasons don’t fear the reaper. Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain~”
The other henchman finally reached their partners, from which only remained four. Resetting the number of opponents Bazuul still had to fight back to nineteen.
“We can be like they are~”
Screams could be heard from the citizens, that a second ago, were happily buying things at the market. When suddenly a bloody fight burst right onto this peaceful scene, almost crashing into the stands at times.
Blood lay everywhere, corpses and body parts lingering around.
Chaos broke out, and the citizens were fleeing and screaming into the distance. Yet, remained close enough to watch this scene unfold. Human nature was still similar, even between worlds.
“Laaaaaa, la la, la, la, laaaaa, la la, la, la~”
Kadi also reached his prince and Thousand Flowers was not all too far behind, still charging and roaring like a wild beast. As he reached the spot though, the scene in front of him shook him awake.
Only five thugs remained and the prince was barely wounded, only his breathing was getting louder. Which, due to the internal injuries inflicted by himself in the fight with that knight, he realized, was also the case for himself.
He roared again and charged toward the prince, this time Kadi didn’t stop him. As he drew closer to Bazuul which was still fighting the other five, he lifted his sword, channeling enough force into this blow to hack this brat in two.
As he intended, the sword did hack the boy in two but was soon followed by the sound of glass breaking. Which was thereafter followed by a pain on his side and back.
After Bazuul evaded the attack through his [Mirage] skill he attempted to fatally wound Thousand Flowers. He slashed his blade toward his side and back with quite some force. Yet, the difference in realms was too high and he only managed to cut him a bit on the surface of his flesh.
As Thousand Flowers noticed that Bazuul stood behind him, he launched another attack toward him.
“DIE BRAT!!!” He screamed.
Luckily, Bazuul was able to block the attack with his sword, but was still sliding a good twelve meters away due to the force exerted by an origin realm expert. His sword had a pretty big dent from that attack, but would have to do for the remainder of this fight.
At the same time, Kadi had easily disposed of the remaining five thugs, as Thousand Flowers saw this, the desperation in him grew.
He knew if both joined hands he would have no chance. Hell, the knight was most likely enough to handle him, they were practically toying with him!
At this moment, he realized a chance he had to grasp at all costs, and dashed to one of the building walls where some of the onlookers were located. Whipped his blade once, killing two in the process and grabbed on to one elderly woman and held his sword at her throat.
“If either one of you dares to make a move this old hag dies!” He screamed with his eyes still bloodshot and his lips curling up into a fiendish smile. Giving him now, in his desperate state – even more, the look of a maniacally wild beast.
Seeing this scene unfold, as Bazuul still recovered from the shock on his body from the previous attack, the darkness bubbled up in him. The rage along with the darkness distorted his face and slowly seethed out of him and into the atmosphere.
The marketplace seemed to slowly lose all of its colors, as Thousand Flowers and Kadi saw this happening. As they felt this ghastly feeling overcome them, they both paled.
A dark shadow flashed through the air, and Bazuul appeared right beside Thousand Flowers. His gaze piercing into his head, and a sword with a dark aura lifted upwards.
The sound of air being cut was discernible, as was the sound of something else being cut.
The arm with which Thousand Flowers held the sword against the elderly woman’s throat, now lay on the ground.