Chapter 20 - Nineteen (2/2)

Snow Owl Bear: A huge bear with the face of an owl. Have massive paws and can easily break a spine in two. Can survive harsh cold environments, usually uses wind attacks and his massive size paws as weapons.

Flying Manta Ray: Elemental creature, made of water, is almost impossible to see when mixed with its element. Tends to use it body as weapon, embracing the preys head and drowning them with its body.

Well, isn't that lovely?

The impatient snake brings it's body up, and like the tail of a rattlesnake it shakes his horns until bolts of energy pass through its back between the spikes. At least they weren't poisonous

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From its fangs lighting comes out, making me dodge backwards at it jumping from shelve to shelve.

Oi, I want those books, stop burning them!

The Owl didn't advance, but I could sense the Manta closing in behind me. That one was the most worrisome and quicker of the bunch, flying above.

I jump up to avoid been trapped in between them as the Owl jumps almost as high as the celling goes and starts bringing down his enormous paw. I throw a Fire Ball at his face, making him lose his impulse midair as I dodge sideways.

When he falls, however, I can see that no damage was made while they circled around the bookshelf I stood on. They don't give me a breather as they keep attacking nonstop, sometimes hitting their target as they tired me out, going around the top of the bookshelves until the second floor and back down at the tables.

As soon as I stand on one of them the owl throws the snake like a spear, in a reckless way that definably wouldn't have hurt me, but took me off the tables.

I look at the Necromancer as he stood in place without moving, and ducking another wind blade mixed with lightning I'm able to see his hands shake and the frown on his face.

So this magic was tiring him quickly hm… So as the Lich, it must be a conscious effort… if I kill him, the others might vanish.

I attack one of them back as I did many times, but now I aimed slightly off, which lead the ball of fire straight at the necromancer, but the mantas quickly stood in the way and starts to spin, making a water barrier.

After that the other two keep attacking me, while the mantas stood behind protecting him.

Well, shit.

Then an idea forms as I get closer to the tables once more. Looking to my side, it was easy to find what I was looking for; the skull kept in the velvet pillow.

It was important to him, so much that he didn't even think of using it as a weapon, rather using the precious crystals to deal with us, and even his experiment.

He saw me looking, and understanding passed his eyes as I aimed at the skull and thrown a Fire Ball at it.

”Faust!”

As I thought he uses the mantas to protect the skull, but by the time he realizes his mistake I've already close in the distance and jumped up his face, breathing a stream of fire.

I did not know at that moment that the magic that he was using did not allow him to move; if he did the creatures would dissipate like smoke; but by having attacked him and the skull at the same time, I put him in a corner; if he moved, the mantas would dissipate and the skull would be hit, but if he didn't move he himself would be eliminated.

He made his choice clear once my fire caught up his clothes and my teeth sink into his flesh.

He could keep the creatures up only enough to protect the skull. Gurgling blood leap out of his throat as he held his neck, trying to stop the endless stream of blood.

Still, his other hand rises as he lock eyes with the skull.

”F-Faust”

More blood gushes out, making him unable to speak, and victorious I stood there, watching him.

And yet, even when realization that death came upon him to claim what was left of his soul, his eyes never wondered off the skull.

My brother came from upstairs, gasping but unharmed, and sat down beside me, watching his final moments.

With a grunt I stand and pawed my way to the skull. Yeah, I know, he doesn't deserve it, I can't even phantom how many people and creatures he killed, but I wouldn't be any different once I went down the same hole as him and started to not care.

Call it been a sissy, a wimp, and I could even agree; yet I gently put the skull beside him, and once a grin raised his limps, his eyes stopped moving, and he gave his last breath, eyes locked at the skull.

Death always send shivers down my spine, even if from my enemy.

I start to lick my wounds clean, now letting the adrenaline rush go down to savor the victory.

It tasted bitter and sweet.

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It took me a long time to decide how this battle would unfold, ugh, though I think it ended up pretty nicely.

ML: Then how about me appearing?

Author: Calm down~~~ It won't take long~~

ML:… But?

Author: *starts to whistle away as innocent as possible, taking a deep breath and saying in one go:* ButtheMCisstilladogsoyouwon'thaveyourwaywithhim, bye!

*Hides behind a table, prepares for throwing battle*

~~While that battle goes up for the tenth time~~

MC: Yes, we won! We are getting stronger! *Sparkling eyes, ignoring the noise in the background*

ML:… I think you need to be punished. *close in on him*

MC: Hm…? Why? Do I even know you?

ML: *Shocked, goes back to stare daggers on the author*

Author: Let's whistle away~~~~~