Chapter 216 (2/2)

After Naberius' petulant outburst he chose in the end to coer had slipped, the piece was ruined Even if he finished 'The angel of Bone' it would be flawed To a master sculptor this was an insurmountable error

“Well, if we don't have tinat first!”

Naberius turned suddenly, right tohere Cloudhaas hiding The dagger deftly spun in his pale was in its way on a straight path to the spot between Cloudhawk's eyes

Cloudhawk flung himself out of the way as fast as he could

But as he fought to escape the dagger he tried to keep an eye on Naberius in the distance Only, the psychopath vanished suddenly He was fast – but Cloudhawk could still catch glimpses of him as he approached

A fierce wind blew at him, followed by a murderous intent

Golden hair whipped through the air, frae face, and unexpectedly close His eyes ide and round, his rin Everyhis handsohtmare

The dagger was four or five meters away still

Naberius had started tothe weapon, and arrived before it As the dagger closed in he lashed out at the wastelander Cloudhawk, reeling as he tried to avoid the dagger, couldn't get out of the madman's way

He swiped with his right hand, fingers splayed Fingernails jutted out like a cats sharp enough to rend flesh while all the muscles and veins in his hands and arm abruptly swelled, knotted with power

Unfortunately Cloudhawk's intuition was once erous than he appeared froerous than the Butcher He wasn't as strong as the large man had been, but he was much, much faster

This fight wasn't an arest one didn't alin Moreover the freak was fast andpowerful His explosiveness was shocking

Cloudhawk tried desperately to get out of the way but the ht him in the chest His robes were ripped open and five trenches were carved in his flesh Naberius' claeren't just sharp but also surprisingly fierce His left hand reached out for a second pass while his right whipped around to catch the dagger in midair

Meanwhile, faced with a different enemy, Cloudhaitched up his tactics

Against the Butcher he'd stretched out the fight, doing what he could to waste the big y and frustrate hiht time to strike Naberius was too fast for hi his back to the enemy Before he knew it his back would be shredded

There was a serious difference in their speed, but that didn't mean Cloudhaithout options

Naberius was fast, but he wasn't faster than a bullet, and Cloudhawk had just learned he was able to see bullets ht Naberius' attacks were clear as day He wasn't as fast as his opponent, so all he could do was try to reduce any wasted movement and keep his movements as co only when he had the upper hand A decisive blow to turn the tables, that's hoould offset his enemy's speed

Naberius' left hand swept by with a gust of wind bloody gashes appeared on Cloudhawk's throat, but not as bad as the deep fissure that appeared on the tree trunk just beside him

Two quick attacks, and by now the dagger he'd thrown had arrived He snatched it from the air With a flick of the wrist he spun it around toward his victiger to dig into a tree and carve out another five-centiht knee up to try and catch Cloudhawk as he dipped down

The knee cae hammer A direct hit would shatter bone

He netted the fingers of both hands together and fended it off He used the round and it sent hiile as a monkey he clambered up the tree into its spindly canopy But no sooner had he landed then a gust of wind arose at his back Naberius' hter cackled in his ear

“Hehehehe! You're too slow!”

The glint of a dagger ca down

Cloudhaung his hand around and slapped Naberius' wrist away Fast as he was his attacks were sloppy The dagger was in his right hand but was knocked to the leftout a half-circle away from Cloudhawk The wastelander continued to protect his vital areas with only his hands so that even separated by only ten centimeters, his opponent's blows couldn't find their mark

With the dagger deflected, the claws came back

The two men battled in the branches of the petrified treeCloudhawk juked and dodged but Naberius still host he cale while bits of tree clattered to the ground below

The tree's withered croas clipped and snapped like aon its head were like the scissors of an untrained barber Before long the tree had a very nontraditional hair style, and the ground beloas littered with broken branches

Naberius cackled all the while “Hehehehe! You have a strong will to survive this long!”

Cloudhawk focused only on defense He was so far successful in protecting his vital areas but Naberius' attacks were too fierce, too precise He couldn't avoid the blood Thankfully his regenerative abilities e wasn't serious, but he didn't dare discount their cu told hi with him

1 I ith the name of aand speaks in a hoarse voice

2 An angelic name this time, in the story he is called 'Gold White' His very Aryan features are typical of archangels and Gabriel is said to have a white-gold aura