Chapter 102 - Ninety-Eight (2/2)

Plus in the body that I was used to fighting in.

He smiles then, a predatory show of teeth as he says:

”So eager to fight I see, fine by me!” He says after he dashes forward with his swords which are promptly blocked by me.

I keep my eyes open and alert to every move as I dash and dodge, blocking and attacking with the tentacles with more flexibility and range than him, managing to keep a good distance from his deadly blades and tricks.

While at it, between defenses and cuts that did not hit, he throws a crystal dagger or two, but with this distance between us I have more than enough time and visual to evade his attacks.

And yet, once more, none of us manage to break through the others' defense.

I dash up with my fangs only for him to sidestep me as I block his sword that was coming down over me, he turns around into a deadly spiral of winds only for me to dodge back and block with my Shadow Claws midair.

This was starting to get frustrating annoyingly as I push hard only for him to push back harder without gaining any results.

So I try to distract him once more, but not in the usual way; in a way that I would benefit in double if everything worked out well.

This man, whoever he was, at least seemed more talkative than Cain; maybe I could get something out of him, make him split some details and secrets as well as stall him.

”Where the hell is Cain? What did you do to him?” I ask as I dodge one of his attacks, questioning him midbattle.

”Why? Are you that worried about him hound?”

I chuckle a little, my growly low voice mixing it with a roar as I answer:

”Oh no, I'm just missing his pretty face, your ugly one is starting to get on my nerves. And that fur? Really, who dresses up like that? Was that supposed to be fancy?”

”Is style!”

”Really? Style? When did man start wearing a dress like yours then?”

”Is a tunic!”

I can see the immediate result that my words have as a scowl appears on his face and his eyes darken as he narrows them.

And I grab my chance.

Using Shadow Illusion I make so that it looks like two of me split apart and dash forward to the right and to the left, pinching him at the front and giving him only time to attack one of us.

And he chooses the wrong one.

Amidst his fury and my attack a smirk curves my black lips sideways as my blades come up towards him, but the damn man was quick and even if he had to turn because of his wronged choice he manages to back step my attack, only receiving a graze at his face.

And yet that has the perfect effect when he feels the warm blood hit his mouth, making him reach out with his long fingers only for them to come back crimson red.

But not redder than the fury that embeds his eyes when he looks at me.

”My face! MY FACE! How dare you!” He answers screaming while he cleans the excess of blood with his sleeve only to stand in position once more, fury n his eyes. ”Come here and face me Terror!”

Well, if you ask so nicely like that it would be impolite of me to refuse right?