177 Two living weapons (1/2)
”Guaaahhhh!!”
He was not doing a good job.
Thanks to the help of the memory of Marceus, the mage had received a massive boost in its power and all of his wind spells were much deadlier than before.
Marcus tried to charge at his opponent with both arms turned into blades, but the mage simply waved his staff that had been fused with Marceus and pushed the lad back with a gale storm.
Marcus couldn't even get close to the mage at this rate, and the more he tried, the more he continued to lose his cool, leading him to be unable to think clearly.
He was thrown against a large rock, that much like the rest of the forest, was also drenched in blue, and felt his shoulder dislocating from the impact.
”Aaaahhhh!!”
The mage used the air to increase his speed and dashed at the lad. He raised his staff and using his magic, created a blade made of wind that made his weapon look like a scythe.
Marcus noticed the incoming attack and did the best he could to move out of the way. He looked back as he noticed the mage slicing the boulder in half and everything after in a radius of ten miles. Marcus wasn't sure if he could take that attack and survive even if he covered himself with holy metal, but he was in no rush to find out.
”Your friends might have escaped me... But you won't be so lucky...” the mage stated.
”My friends...?” Marcus questioned.
The mage waved his staff and Marcus was launched into the air. He then made another gesture with his weapon and the course of the wind changed, making Marcus drop from the sky and colliding with the ground like a missile.
”Kuaahhh!!”
”The two that were engaging with my memory warriors...” the mage continued, ”the little one with mirror powers managed to freeze them... But I can take a guess and assume you don't have any power like that, do you?”
Marcus tried to stand up, but his whole body was covered in injuries, ”Can't say that I do...” he replied before coughing some blood.
The mage moved his staff sideways making the wind throw Marcus to the left and smacking him against a tree.
”But it also seems like they have abandoned you... They all escaped in the first chance they had...”
”Ugh...” Marcus tried to stand once again, ”good for them...”
The mage tilted his face, ”you're not upset?”
”From being left behind...? As if...” Marcus declared after finally managing to raise himself successfully, ”I deserve way worse from all the things I've done...”
”...”
He then spitted some blood and wiped a bit from his mouth before giving a wide grin.
He honestly didn't mind if his group did in fact abandoned him. In fact, part of him wishes that they would do so. Being surrounded by so much kindness and affection from these people after all the crimes he committed made his shame and guilt sting even worse inside of him.
It would be easier if they mistreated him more so he wouldn't feel so bad about his past actions, is what he felt.
”Getting left behind by my friends and beat up to death by a projection of my own father after betraying everything he stood for is the perfect punishment a piece of trash like me deserves...”
The mage simply continued to stare at the lad covered in injuries, ”So be it... Let me help you ease your pain by sending you to a place where you can finally rest in peace...”
The mage's staff began to spin in his had and a small tornado began to take shape, making Marcus be slowly drawn into the magician's clutches.
Marcus tried to react, but he was almost out of stamina. He tried as hard as he could to face off the mage, but all of his wind speels made it impossible for him to get close enough to land an attack. And now that he was finally getting into range, there was no power left to strike back.
The man grabbed Marcus by the throat and aimed his staff at his heart while changing the shape of its tip into that of a spear.
”Any last words, human...?”
”Your forest sucks, and so do you...” Marcus whispered.
The memory warrior just stared at him disappointed, ”You are about to draw your final breath... Do you have no regrets with you?”
Marcus had tons of regrets actually. He regretted not being able to do more to atone for his sins, he regreeted never being man enough to stand up to his mother, regretted not being able to save Evlin or admit his feelings, never being able to become friends with Ellie, not being able to rescue Daren.
But most of all, he regretted never being able to make his father proud.
It was only after fighting against a fake version of him that the lad realized that this is what he always wanted deep inside, to turn into someone his father could look at and say ”That's my boy!” while giving a wide grin and a corny thumbs up like the absolute dork that he was.
”There is no way I don't have regrets... But in the end... I'm still dying as I am now... and not like the blind moron I used to be... That's good enough for me...” Marcus confessed while closing his eyes and waiting for the worst.
”So be it!”
The mage raised his arm to prepare his staff to empale Marcus, but before he could do so, he felt something latching onto his weapon.
He turned around and saw a woman with long black hair tied up in a ponytail holding his staff trying to snatch it out from his hands with everything she had.
”Lilith!! What are you doing here!!!??” Marcus yelled.
”Saving my friend!! What does it look like??” she responded.
The mage simply raised Marcus and smacked Lilith using the lad as a human bat.
”Ugh!!”
”Ouch!!!”
The two began to roll on the ground after the impact. The mage watched as they tried to stand up with barely any strength left while looking at each other.
”Why didn't you run??” Marcus asked.
”I did run... I guess I'm just bad with directions...” Lilith responded while trying to smile a bit.
The memory warrior stared at the two as he began to cast another wind spell to finish the them off, ”this is perfect... I can get rid of two intruders at the same time this way!”