80 : The First Year III pt. 26 (1/2)

Their mission was simple, kill off the Wells bloodline. Removing their entire line from this earth. From the first breath they took, it was already instilled in them. Kill their foe, kill anyone who stood in their path. Retreat if necessary and get stronger.

Z looked at his lovely sister next to him. She glanced his way and they both nodded their heads. No words were needed. They understood each other like their brains were one.

She turned around and faced the enemy behind them. Out of the two, Nick possessed a more dominant aura. As much as he'd like to give her a chance to challenge herself, this task of theirs was too important. If she got killed because he made a mistake he'd never forgive himself.

”Turn around and walk away, last chance.”

Z spoke up as he watched Nick's eyes hoping he'd give up. It didn't give Z the greatest feeling in the world killing children. Especially ones that did not need to die.

The blood on his hands now was for his mission and once it was completed he hoped to remove himself from this world. Or atleast remove himself from these humans. He'd much rather live among demons and demonic beast.

”I already told you, not interested in retreating.”

Nick's voice cold as a winter's chill. His eyes unwavering. These creatures should never have been created. Now they were wandering about unsupervised, there was no telling what they would do next.

”Very well, but I hope you have no regrets. I gave you the chance to leave multiple times but you refuse to accept my offer. Now prepare to die!”

Z spoke in a deep voice that slowly got louder as he talked.

The ground beneath his feet cracked as he prepared to dash forward. His target had no weapon while he was a living weapon. The results would be obvious.

Pushing off the ground he sped forward, his figure leaving behind an afterimage.

Z had the upper hand in height, weight and strength. He believed himself to win in a matter of seconds.

He soon arrived in front of Nick with his fist clenched tight and veins bulging. His fist moving elegantly like a snake, biting hits victim before they could react.

Hearing the collision of his fist against Nick's abdomen caused a smile to blossom on Z's face. A gust of wind caused by the impact made his hair blow back gently.

It was strange, his victim neither coughing up vomit or crawling over begging for mercy. This was a first. Sure he did not use his full power behind that punch but it happened so fast almost impossible to react.

Z's brain soon processed everything. His fist caught in the grasp of Nick's hand. Nick staring at him with that cold gaze.

There was little time for him to wonder how Nick caught his fist as Z was pulled in closer to Nick.

Nick quickly reacted changing the position of his hand from Z's fist to wrist, pulling him closer swiftly. A knee blow followed after landing on Z's chin. Or should have, but Z bent his head back making Nick's counter attack miss.

Z got free from Nick's iron grip and retreated three steps letting the distance between them grow.

The distance was short lived as Nick closed it in almost an instant. A left roundhouse kick incoming. Z deflected the blow easily but Nick's body followed in motion and his right leg came around as his body twisted in the air.

Quickly moving Z dodged the blow, or thought he did. He gauged the distance wrong not expecting Nick to extend his foot for the blow to connect. There was power behind that blow causing Z's head to turn.

Re-adjusting himself quickly, Z took a fighting stance. His pink tongue licked his lips, causing him to taste blood. One kick and he drew blood? Z started to wonder who this kid was.

His body was reinforced after battles growing stronger every fight. It was not easy to draw blood from him, especially after one hit.

Z looked out the corner of his eye and saw his sister, she didn't seem like she was struggling. Her fight yet to begin as her and her opponent stared each other down.

Drops of sweat fell from her forehead as she struggled to stand. Every muscle in her body working to keep her upright.

Z realized he was wrong, their battle had already begun.

His eyes only left Nick for a moment, but it was a fatal mistake. Nick used Z being slightly distracted to draw closer to him. Z was unguarded and not paying attention.

Nick threw out three quick jabs to Z's body.

Strong as they were, Z didn't flinch. He moved his head in a powerful motion, drawing in air before he swung his head down. His head clashed with Nick's creating a loud bang.

Loud fell from his head but he paid it no mind as his foe staggered backwards. This was his chance, and it was a chance he would not miss.

His strength surged remembering his previous opponents - all of which fell by his hands. Their forms emerged in his mind. Quickly he picked one that fited this moment.

Flames emerged from his fist. It was wild and uncontrolled but he contained it. His fist went through the motions as if it was natural. A bit slow and unrefined, but powerful nonetheless.

Taking in a large amount of air, his hands moved around slow but steady. Raising one leg slightly his arms moved in a circular motion leaving behind a trail of fire. Letting out a low growl the air in his lungs left his body.

Nick was slowly recovering himself but it was already too late.