《The Prophecy Of The Four Kings》Chapter 57
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“Still aren’t speaking are we”, Pix shouted, his scythe furiously attacking Krio, pix was smiling ear to ear, and with every swing he could feel his heart racing faster and faster,
‘all of the information I had on him said he was a reserved person, but he’s really a battle crazed mad man’, Krio thought to himself, as Pix’s scythe swung once more, hitting his own, sending violent vibrations riddling through his arms,
Krio took a few steps back, tossing his scythe back and forth between each hand, as he shook them out,
“my turn”, Krio said, dashing forward to Pix, pix quick to realize this held onto the end of his scythe swing it outwards, extending his reach, but, krio read his movements, ducking under Pix’s attack, krio did the same as pix holding onto the end of his scythe, he swung at Pix’s legs, successfully hooking them, pulling Pix’s footing from up under him, pix fell, his back hitting the ground, looking at the sky , Krio came into his view, about to swing down, his scythe, but pix reacting quickly, rolled to the side avoiding his attack, Krio's scythe digging into the mud, leaving a thin long cut in the ground,
Pix smiled,
‘now this is what I’m talking about, I haven’t been able to let loose in a while”, Pix voiced, he could feel another surge of power hit him,
“ a battlefield really is the perfect place for me”, He continued saying,
launching himself in the air at Krio, with Krio preparing to dodge the incoming attack, a Bolt of lightning shot down from the sky,
“ I finally found you”, the voice sang, as Pix brought down his scythe where the bolt of lightning struck,
But the blade of his scythe was met with the blade of a black and blue sword, Barak parried the attack from Pix, but Pix seemed to just become even more excited, pushing his weight behind the scythe to apply as much force as he could onto his new opponent,
Barak smirked, taking his other hand onto the back of his blade, he exerted his strength, pushing Pix off of him, Pix flew a few feet back, Landing on his feet
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“ohh two on one, now it seems fair”, Pix said smiling from ear to ear,
“you sure are confident that you can beat me, let alone me fighting with someone else”, Barak responded, with a similar smile panning across his face as Pix’s,
“ of course I am, I am the man who stands directly under the Artemis’ guild master, the Ace of the Guild, I am more than a worthy opponent for you”, Pix bellowed, pointing his scythe towards Barak, he could feel the energy pouring off of him, making his lust for violence grow even more,
“i can tell this is about to be a lot of fun, Ask the masked one next to you just how much people like us get a thrill from battle”, Pix exclaimed, the glow in his eyes pulsating to the beat of his breath,
Barak’s eyes slowly drifted to look at his masked acquaintance, “what does he mean by that”, Barak asked, his back facing towards Krio, Krio let out a small sigh,
“As we are reapers we tend to display a certain love towards not necessarily fighting, but more towards destruction, and just like your witnessing with him its like a super drug, the pleasure we get from destruction and death is unlike anything you’ll ever witness, many call it our ‘berserker’ mode”, Krio explained,
“okay, I get it now, well lets see how your berserker mode stands up to this”, Barak said, his body began surging with electrical power, and the veins running throughout his body began glowing a bright blue color, his eyes lit up the same way, and the divine energy emanating off of his body began to swell as everyone around Barak could feel his power surging, ‘BZZT BOOM’, lightning flared off in some of the Dracht soldiers direction,
Barak placed both of his hands on his sword, pointing the tip to the ground, as the blue lightning streaks on the blade began to radiate the same bright blue glow as hiss eyes,
BOOOOOMMM, was the next thing everyone heard, and where barak was standing was now empty, PLIIINNGGG, the sound of metal clashing against each other rang out, pix was blocking Barak’s sword strike, if barely by the skin of his teeth, Barak had struck directly for his neck and the only thing stopping him was the staff section of Pix’s scythe,
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“NOW THAT’S WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT”, Pix shouted out maniacally, his face beaming with pleasure, his breathing becoming heavier, and the grin across his face spreading inhumanly wide, the orange glow of his eyes were all you could see now apart from the devilish grin across his face,
“now….now...lets….not...be...hasty, I plan….on enjoying myself...to the….fullest”, he muttered, through his deep heavy breaths,
“my..turn”, he said, pushing barak off of him, he dashed straight towards krio, swinging his scythe down at him, BOOOM….WOOOOSH,the loud sounds could be heard as Pix made contact with Krio, causing a large dust cloud to form around them,
as the dust quickly settle, Krio was being pushed down on one knee, blocking the blow with his own scythe,
“I don’t take kindly to being ignored”, Barak said, swinging his lightning coated sword right for Pix’s midsection,
pix ducked, stooping down under Barak’s attack, he extended his leg, circling around sweeping barak’s feet from under him, as he sprung back up into a back flip kicking barak’s sword out of his hand and into the air, and with his momentum carrying him landing a kick to Krio, as krio barely pulled his scythe next to him to block the attack, but the force from the attack sent him flying,
As Barak layed there laying on the ground, the blue glow faded from his eyes and veins, he saw his sword spinning in the air as it flew up higher and further away from him, his mind flashed back to years ago, flames all around him and a familiar figure standing in front of him, he couldn't make out her face anymore, but could see her smile as bright as day, coming back to reality, he saw his sword, still, in limbo, as lightning began crackling from his hands,
KRROOM, Barak, vanished from where he lay, appearing next to his sword in the sky,
“you really shouldn’t have done that”, he shouted out at Pix, as he grabbed his sword, and begun to spin rapidly, as he spun faster and faster, he released his sword directly at Pix, and as the sword left his hand, a bolt of lightning struck it from the sky causing it to race towards Pix
“SHANGO-SET: HEAVEN’S PIERCING ARROW”, Barak shouted, as the sword raced towards pix, he raised his scythe to blocked the blow, BOOOOMMM, a vast blue light radiated outwards as the sword hit it’s mark, the impact alone created a large crater, and the shock wave, sent the surrounding soldiers flying knocking out a lot of them,
when the confusion and dust settled, krio was on one knee with his scythe in front of him, as he had braced himself for the impact, Barak landed on the ground, dropping on his hands and knees, his breathing labored,
“Fuck, I can barely feel my arms and legs, after channeling that much energy even if it was that short amount of time”, Barak stated, struggled to his feet in vain, dropping back on one knee, his eyes locked onto where pix was,
as the dust fully cleared, pix walked out of the crater, Barak’s sword piercing through his chest, his white shirt now stained with blood and torn from the intense battle, he wiped the blood that was spilling out of his mouth,
“sorry...but...you..missed”, Pix said, his breath heavy, but, it seemed different from before, he ripped the black and blue sword from his chest throwing it on the ground, he had seemed a lot calmer than before, the brilliant glow coming from his eyes were now gone, and he no longer had a grin on his face,
“it had been so long since I felt as though I had a worthy opponent so I let myself gt lost in the moment, but, I now remember, I have to protect aluric at all cost, save his life as he did mine all those years ago”, Pix rambled on,
“so unfortunately, play time is over it’s high time I put you two to sleep”, Pix stated,
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