15 Finale (1/2)

Marss's body once more summoned forth the power of the prehistoric war machine.

The feather and talons emerged once more and took the shape of the claws of a raptor and a peacock. The face changed into the previous mask while a growing silver moon began to cover his back. The primal and destructive grace would make every creature beneath the king layer fervently worship him.

'S***!! Again?! What the hell is this kid?'

Was the world really going against him? Who cares, it probably was. He chanted out loud while stretching his delicate hand.

”Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!”

A dark, jagged arrow was shot out from his palm. But as it traveled past his fingers, the hand began to corrode itself under some black rash. the surrounding tissue turned to crumbs and disappeared.

'F***! This body is worse than i thought. Sadly, undead have socks for brains and I am all out of lesser balrogs.'

As Jenkins tried to find a solution, he ran towards the flashy wall on the end of the tunnel.

'Whatever, I'll find a new body and be back.'

But as he was only some steps from exiting, he stopped. Hearing an unfamiliar scream of pain make the dark, brick walls tremble

”I...I aM MicHAeL DaMmiT!! GeT OUt!!!!”

He looked back, instantly greeted by the sight of the silver beast now having a largebleeding hole through the left side of its chest. The surrounding feathers were darkening, eroded by the same rashes Jenkins's hand suffered from.

'A..Are you serious? He is that weak to magic!?”

'Why didn't I use offensive spells?! Agh, with this body I can only cast it a few more times!'

He didn't care about this new information, choosing to escape. Coming for revenge later on was doable, now that the creature's weakness was discovered.

As he was prepared to escape through the portal, a suction force caught his body. It was like an underwater current forcefully dragged his body along with it.

Behind him, Marss, or mabye Michael extended one of the giant talons towards the escaping Jenkins. Covering his wounded chest with the other.

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[Passive Ability activated]

[air manipulation LvL 5(+1)]

(Can manipulate a limited amount of air surrounding the user. This does not consume energy as it's a passive skill)

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The feathers turned dark blue, beginning to absorb in all the surrounding air like a vaccum.

'What a persistant guy. however...'

Jenkins aimed his now rotting hand towards the location where the beast stood.

”Dark Magic:Arrow Of The End!'

Another bolt of darkness was shot out from the crumbling palm. Turning all surrounding flesh and bone into dust, only slowing down as it neared the end of his thin forearm.

The dark bolt furthered accelerated when it rode on the suction force. Not giving Marss any chance to dodge.

Trying to instinctively lean to the side, the arrow, which was aimed at the center of his large chest, hit the shoulder joint.

As the darkness connected with his body. It only gave a soft 'boom' as It drilled deeper into it. Completely ignoring the once indestructible scales.

The feathers once more melted away under the rash.

Jenkins landed on the floor as he fell from down due to the disappearance of the current. Now starting to run towards the exit.

However, he was yet again found dragged backwards. Locking eyes with the beast who now had a pained expression plastered onto the voodoo masked face.

Marss was using his undamaged hand to create the vaccum. The first one he used was now barely attached. An ever growing hole was forming around the place where itconnected to his upper body.

'This kid is really persistent. However!”

Jenkings once more aimed his forearm stump towards Marss while chanting the same line.

”Dark Magic: Arrow Of The End!”

The black bolt fired away. This time, completely destroying his right arm.

The arrow flew faster on the air current, but Marss was expecting the same trick twice. Slicing the air vertically downwards with his dark blue talon. Sending one large razor of wind towards it.

The two projectiles did not crash into each other, but the vertical blade sendt the arrow off course. it plummeted into the ground.

As Jenkins watched one of his most powerful attacks swallow up a piece of brick floor, he widened the gorgeous blue eyes.

'What? Is his mind still intact? WAIT! I can use 'That' since he now has some common sense! HAHA, at least that murky fog gave me some sort of advanced payment.' Jenkings once more made a foolproof plan in his mind, not taking more than 0,34 seconds.

”Hey, freak!” He shouted at the fully focused bird.

As the shout echoed throughout the tunel, he summoned the familiar purple orb out once more. Preparing something.

”Try avoiding this!” As Jenkins then aimed it towards Marss's body.

A small silver needle was materialized and fired out. Flying towards his head blindingly fast.

Thanks to it's small size and speed, Marss was unable to properly react as it ignored the air shield he had formed while Jenkins screamed.

It jammed itself into his forehead, Removing all color from his predatory orange eyes. Turning them pure white.

When Jenkings saw his attack hit, he madly laughed at the now unconscious monster.

”HAHAHAHA SO LONG SUCKER! I bet you don't know what that is? Well, let this handsome and merciful lord explain! Since you will never see the outside again!”

The ecstatic smile which covered his face then moved again. Not hiding any arrogance.

”That's called a 'Soul Spike'. And as long as that thing is connected to your body, you can forget about ever using your brain again! Your body is not only an empty shell, but it is also MY new toy! HAHA! No, wait, not toy, that sounds weird... Ah! My new trophy! YES HAHA!”

He laughed so hard that the shoulder lenght red hair flew from side to side. Raising the remaining, delicate arm to the side. If looking closer, you could also see the sharp also madly twitch.

He walked towards the unmoving brute, ending up with only one breath away from it.

”Wow, you really are ugly. Tsk. Tsk. Despite of your appearence, I need to find out how you are able to transform like that.”

As he happily starred at the brute, his eyes shifted to the needle.

”What? is it shaking? That's never happened before..” Taking a closer look at it, he found a golden crack.

Was this a joke played on him? A weapon that not even an emperor layer could scratch was cracked?

”If you dare tell me that this won't work I will personally go and apologize to that b***.”

....

As marss felt the needle ignore the air barrier he created, it stuck into his forehead with a pluck.

Nothing seemed to physicaly change, until the surrounding hall turned into a white void. It was smiliar to the feeling felt when closing the eyes.

'What happened? I can't move?!'

[WARNING!]

[Host's mind is sealed for ??? amount of time]

He was terrified once the system tried to explain what happened, but then...

[Title activated!]

[KINDLED:Immunity to mind control]

[Host's body is reawakening]

He didn't even have time to read all the warnings as the white background dissipated.

....

Marss was now starring down the red haired Jenkins who stood in front of him.

They both looked at each other, not moving.

Marss, however, raised his still functioning arm up in the air, curling it into a fist. He was planning to flatten the gorgeous man once and for all.