Chapter 58 - The Boys Vs. Myer Part 2 (2/2)

BOOOOM!!!!!!!!

-You have received 400 Damage.-

-Current HP 232/960-

-Warning you have sustained multiple internal injuries-

-Warning the bones in your left leg are close to completely fragmenting. -

-Warning the bones in your right leg have all shattered and sustained severe injury.-

-Warning both your arms have broken in multiple places-

Brance stood rooted in place, with his shield above his head and his head looking at the ground. His vision was too blurry to read the never-ending chain of notifications appearing in front of his face, and if it weren't for Tobs, audibly reading them aloud, he wouldn't even know where he was hurt. With his head drooping, blood began leaking from his mouth and nose and started to pool in the newly formed crater he was standing in.

A smile crept onto Myer's mouth as he spotted the blood flowing onto the shattered floor, and he swiftly followed up with a vicious kick to Brances chest, causing a loud crack to sound in the cellway.

Brance didn't have the strength left to defend this attack fully and was barely able to drop his shield enough to cover his torso before contact was made, and he was sent flying across the hall in the direction of his brother.

-You have received 100 damage-

-Current HP 132/960-

-WARNING YOUR HP HAS FALLEN BELOW 15%-

”HAHAHA, SEE, I TOLD YOU, YOU ARE NOTHING COMPARED TO ME. JUST A FUCKING CHILD TRYING TO PLAY ADULT!” Myer cackled uncontrollably as he watched the child soar through the air dozens of feet before bouncing off the ground and sliding to a stop.

Further down the hall, Cynrik watched in horror as his little brother was mercilessly beaten to a pulp by the Tier-2 Demi-human. He hadn't said a word to him since the battle began because he didn't want to cause any unnecessary distractions. So instead, Cynrik split his focus between charging his swords and watching the fight progressing down the hall.

Initially, he had believed it would only take 30 seconds to charge his ISS and SunFlare fully, but to his dismay, it was taking much longer, and all he could do was watch helplessly as his brother was juking left and right, narrowly avoiding the Mana filled punches being thrown at him.

His world came to a screeching halt when Brance received the hammer strike on his shield and was then kicked not far away from where he was standing. Cyrnik eyes flickered from where Brance had dropped his shield and sword to the bleeding motionless body less than 10 feet away from him.

Unconsciously his teeth began to chatter rapidly as his rage spilled over. Brance had done what he asked, and now he was unresponsive and bleeding from his mouth, eyes, nose, and ears; both of his legs were mangled at strange angles, and if it weren't for Cynriks sharp vision catching the slow rise and fall of his chest signifying Brance was still breathing, he would have thought his little brother was dead.

”Tobs….Play Swordland” through gritted teeth and with a demonic voice, Cynrik spoke softly to his system.

-Now playing ”Swordland” By Yuki Kajirua-

Smiling sadistically, Cynrik exhaled slowly as the familiar song rang out in the mind link. The synthetic orchestra's emotional music slowly started playing in his head, causing the hair on the back of his neck and arms to rise.

His vision tinted red from the pure rage welling within his body as Cynrik took a step forward, then another, and after the third, he was full-on sprinting at Myer. Then, gritting his teeth so hard that he tasted blood, Cynriks arms drifted to his sides, and he pointed the two glowing blades backward.

He accelerated to his top speed with narrowed eyes full of hatred and rage and forcefully finished his Mana Charge on ISS and SunFlare.

Sensing a large congregation of Mana rapidly approaching, Myer's pupils constricted, and he instantly jumped back several steps.

But Cynrik was having none of that, dropping his Shadow Veil and seemingly appearing out of thin air; he flung both his swords up and against each other, forming a + sign on the right side of his body, before kicking off the ground and flinging himself into the air.

”YEAH, RIGHT, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU CAN GO THE FUCK RIGHT TO HELL FOR HURTING MY LITTLE BROTHER!”

”BLóðRAUðR BANAMAðR: FYRSTR FORM - SUN CYCLONE!”