190 Eye Seeker (2/2)
A faint blue aura left the sword and travelled toward the hunter like lightning. The hunter let go of his strange device. His sword clattered against the stones that littered the battlefield. He fell, face down. He didn't utter a sound. Death came to him swift and merciful. A rift opened on the ground once more, then swallowed the defeated hunter.
Karla wailed in pain, wrenching Surgit from his trance. He looked around. Gavril had stabbed her in the leg. He was looking right back at Surgit then. His eyes narrowed until they became but thin slits. He twisted his sword and Karla groaned.
”Someone's learned a new trick,” he said. Karla tried to attack while Gavril had his eyes occupied elsewhere. The hunter had anticipated her move, however. He kicked her in the stomach and wrenched his katana away. Karla toppled backwards, unable to find a sure footing.
”I guess I'll have some fun with you,” Gavril said. He turned to look at the executioner. ”Go finish her off,” he said in a sharp tone. ”I'll dance with this one. Let's see how long you can keep me entertained.”
Surgit squeezed his sword's handle. He didn't wait for Gavril to make the first move. He dashed forward. His eyes were glued on Gavril's right flank, his only opening. As he made to attack, Gavril took out his pistol.
With astounding speed and precision, Surgit snatched the pistol from Gavril's hand and whipped him with its barrel. Gavril stumbled backwards. Blood trickled down his right nostril. He wiped the blood and smiled at Surgit. The next second, his smile had vanished. Surgit wasn't done with his offensive.
While Gavril stumbled backwards, Surgit had willed his aura to form around his arm. He punched the hunter on the nose so hard it cracked into tiny pieces. Gavril fell to the ground then rolled backwards. He kept on rolling until he came close to the edge of the cliff. He decelerated however, until he stopped near the edge.
His nose had already begun swelling when he injected himself with a blood vial.
”Do you think you've stopped me when you took away my gun?” he asked. ”I too have a special power, you know. Watch this!”
He groaned as he stabbed himself with his blade. ”Go ahead, use your insight now!” he told Surgit. The latter used his third eye just in time to watch Gavril's sword leave his body. There was a strong crimson aura coating it. It felt devastating, ominous to say the least.
Gavril spread his legs and took a crouching, eastern stance. He held his sword next to his hips, as though sheathing it. ”Let's see how you dodge this!” he said.
He swung the Chikage. Surgit only saw a brief movement of his sword arm. A crescent moon, made entirely of corrupted blood, traveled toward Surgit at breakneck speed. He didn't know how he managed to will his aura to form so fast, but he did it just in time to cut through the bloody crescent moon.
To Surgit's great dismay, his sword broke as soon as it made contact with Gavril's blood attack. The crescent moon cut through him. It felt like millions of miniscule needles had invaded his body. They softly tingled at first. Then they started raging inside him like a storm. It felt as though his body was deteriorating from the inside.
”Us Vileblood have venom in our veins,” Gavril told him as the world vanished from sight. ”You'd do well to remember that. Find me in the Cathedral if you'd like a rematch.” He waved Surgit goodbye as the latter drifted into nothingness.