9 Fight to the Death (2/2)

With the 2 extra limbs added to the battle safety was something impossible to keep at all times.

Blades were broken at an incredible rate with the kids sent flying in multiple directions from the destructive force the golem was hiding.

Dean lent out all of his blades with only a saber in hand.

Anne, Rose and Pierre were on the brink of collapsing and it was too dangerous for them to continue.

Ivan forcefully held down Pierre from continuing even at the need to knock him out. The three were heavily injured just like Christian and could only rest in quiet peace.

Taking the time to move them out of the way the fight still must go on.

Ivan immediately got back to his position but remained imposed by a fist. It got bigger and bigger until it finally hit him.

A light flashed before his eyes yet he was still alive.

His left arm had been dislocated and bruised heavily. Fixing it to continue the fight he looked to hid right.

Dean had pulled him out of danger.

Dean placed a finger towards his lips to gesture silence as he threw him to the side.

Ayesha took this chance to commit to a sneak attack and stabbed the back of the golem.

A blue aura radiated from the surroundings as everyone saw a blue gem.

A core that held the power to support a living being had such innumerable amounts of energy that it couldn't help but shine so brightly.

Winning was in sight!

Ayesha took a sigh of relief as she was sent flying.

A spinning kick maneuvered towards her shoulder as she rested along side her friends.

2 were left

The golem was still alive yet his weakness was exposed.

Ivan glanced to Dean to look for co-operation but something was off with Dean.

A sense of emptiness. It was as if Dean's very existence was very blurry to Ivan.

'Was this the golem's trump card?'

The thought passed but was immediately rejected. If the golem held back his trump card why would he allow himself to be injured so badly?

The state of Dean was very weird as he was about to grab him but was besought by Dean

”Don't interfere.”

It was a stern tone that he had never heard from Dean.

This was similar to what his father sounded like.

A person that bore the responsibilities of people lives rested on that person's shoulder.

A single word will erase or create a person's existence.

This was the tone of Dean

The golem laughed ”Good. This is the challenger I needed. This'll be the real death fight. Only one of us will survive while that young boy will reap the harvest.”

Ivan screamed ”No, Dean don't eve-”

A flash of resentment passed through his eyes as Dean sighed, carrying his body next to his friends.

And so the fight will have truly started

Was this the golem's plan?

Thinning out his friends to fight him?

If it's a fight he wants then it's a fight he'll get.

Dean felt it was a weird state.

Everything felt cold and slow.

Something was 'off'...

I feel something missing...

I feel numb.

Those words were a lie as a black eye reflected excruciating pain on his face.

His emotions were not usual and his reactions were very ruthless.

A metallic taste ruptured from his mouth before staining the mat.

The robes around him slowly ripped apart as the thread created loud tears.

Breathing was slowly becoming difficult and thoughts were nothing more than fleeting memories.

A stab to the core was the finisher

As a tear stained face covered half with blood looked towards the golem he saw a smile as he was patted on the head.

Why are you smiling?