Chapter 112 A Nightmare Awakened (1/2)

Phil's grin was chilling, his hood falling away as he spun to meet another enemy, his steps flawless and elegant.

Jeremiah had been shocked to find the young man helping out. Even more surprised to find the skill he fought with. But one thing was clear as Ewan and his forces focused on this new threat.

Phil was not a Shadow Magician. As far as Jeremiah new, a Shadow Magician, or any Magician for that matter, did not have red eyes nor fangs.

Ewan rose to his feet, his gaze following Phil for a moment before he turned to Jeremiah, swinging his sword. Jeremiah blocked the blow, kicking at Ewan and forcing him back a couple of steps.

”What are you doing?” asked Jeremiah.

”Taking what's mine!” snapped Ewan.

Jeremiah sighed in exasperation, ”None of it was ever yours to begin with, it won't ever be yours in future. Not the ship, not the crew, certainly not the recognition. None of it”.

Ewan ran forward with a growl of anger, clashing with Jeremiah once more.

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The sword slashed across another victim, and more blood flowed, joining the symphony around him as Rassa revelled in the battle. It was seamless, easy to fall into as if it was exactly what he was born for. As if this was where he belonged. He didn't bother using his Chaos given abilities, if he did that the fight would be over too quickly. Giving his enemies a chance, no matter how unlikely they were to take it, seemed more exciting than just ending it. Despite four enemies attacking him at once, Rassa didn't feel any pressure. In fact, he felt that even if they were to all attack at once, the fight would still be too simple. It made him disappointed. Finally he had the chance to fight and it wasn't even a challenge.

More blood flowed, joined by screams of agony and fear. Rassa lunged forward, imbedding his sword in an unwilling victim before picking up another, spinning to meet a blow coming from behind. He parried, knocking his attacker off balance and kneeing him in the chest before spinning back, a back kick to the face knocking the opponent out as he slammed to the ground.

Rassa's sword was up in an instant, blocking the blow of another attacker. Rassa's red gaze met the attacker's eyes, and the attacker's eyes widened in fear.

”Not even a challenge,” Rassa growled unhappily, throwing off his attacker then slashing across his torso as he moved forward.

Another few moves, and his enemies were dealt with.

Ewan's forces were overwhelmed by what was left of Jeremiah's crew, and Rassa's eyes settled on Ewan himself. The man was more skilled than his allies, even managed to wound Jeremiah on his upper arm and thigh. Jeremiah didn't seem the least bit bothered by the pain though, if anything he seemed angrier.

”You're not winning this,” Jeremiah declared.

Ewan grinned, ”You're not either, old man”.

Ewan stepped forward and with a quick move that Jeremiah didn't expect, disarming the old Captain before thrusting his sword forward.

”Captain!” Aaron shouted.

Rassa was there in an instant, meeting the blade with his own as he parried the blow, twisting it so the blade bypassed Jeremiah. Rassa grinned in his bloodlust, preparing to move forward and deal with Ewan once and for all, but a sound caught his attention. A sound that he didn't expect.

”C-Captain?”

Rassa turned, following the sound.