The sound of steel reverberated throughout the chamber as Northern’s black stiletto met Koll’s claws in a shower of sparks.
His lithe form twisted and contorted, the Death Glare in his other hand tracing argent arcs as he sought an to rip to shred the castle lord’s form.
“Definitely, your movements have gotten better, faster even. I’d be disappointed if you think this is what it will take to defeat me!”
Koll growled with a provocative grin on his pallid face. The monster was no easy foe.
He had perfect control of his mental state. Even though he seemed ultra pissed a few minutes ago, he now fought with Northern with the calmness of water and spared no opening in his defenses.
His visage twisted into a rictus of malice as he parried Northern’s strikes with contemptuous ease, his claws a crimson blur of motion that danced perilously close to the warrior’s flesh.
Night Terror’s massive bulk hurtled through the air like a meteor of living shadow.
Its jaws unhinged, stretching impossibly wide as a torrent of void flames erupted forth, bathing Koll in a pandemonium of searing black flames.
“Bah! Futile efforts!” The castle lord snarled in defiance, releasing a shockwave that repelled the infernal onslaught.
His form flickered, and he reappeared behind Night Terror in a blur, his claws raked across the beast’s hide and drew forth a gout of black ichor.
Northern saw his opportunity and seized it, his daggers almost disappearing into the air as he launched himself into a furious spinning assault.
But Koll was faster, his claws lashing out and scoring deep gashes across Northern’s chest and arms.
Pain lanced through Northern’s body, the searing agony threatening to overwhelm him.
He stumbled, his footing faltering as crimson blossomed across his brown leather breastplate.
He frowned viciously, biting on the pain and looked at Koll.
“What? Feeling good?” The monster grinned. He definitely was enjoying this.
‘No… I’m not doing it yet… I am not emulating Night Terror at all’
Of course, he wasn’t expecting it to be a walk in the park.
‘I have to be more conscious of my movement. It has to be deliberate. I have to keep my eyes on Night Terror’
At the same time he had to be on constant lookout for his opponent’s attack.
It was impossible!
Is what he would have said but it was very much possible. He had a different eyes.
‘I’m sure my visual prowess can keep up with observing Night Terror and the castle lord at the same time’
Even though he said he was sure, it wasn’t like he had tried it before. He just felt it should work. And because of that feeling of his, he was going to take the risk.
‘How pitiful of me… I hate taking actions like this but there’s no better way to win this fight than to rely on this. If I can perfectly copy Night Terror’s movement then the castle lord would be fighting with two hellion rank not one hellion rank and one walker’
The notion was absurd, even to Northern – a mere walker replicating the prowess of a hellion-rank monster.
But he knew his weaknesses, accepted the limitation of his soul rank and was willing to surpass it through sheer force of will.
A spark of resolve ignited in his blue eyes as he glared at the castle lord.
Koll grinned arrogantly, chuckling even.
“I will take my time and enjoy making this room your nightmares! Come at me! Impertinent fools!!”
Northern hated that he had chosen that timing of when Koll spoke to move. But it’d be too petty to suddenly stop.
He and Night Terror had already darted towards Koll from opposite directions, cornering him from each side.
Northern’s daggers clashed against Koll’s claws in a whirlwind of sparks, the jarring impact sending tremors up his arms.
He grunted, his muscles straining as he fought to maintain his footing against the castle lord’s ferocious attack.
On the other side, Night Terror unleashed a torrent of void flames, the searing black inferno bathing Koll in an aura of nefarious essence.
The terror’s massive form became a blur, its claws rending deep gouges in the stone as it sought to overwhelm the maelstrom with sheer, unbridled ferocity.
Northern did not miss a piece of it, his eyes were frightening locked on Night Terror, following every nuance of the monster’s movement and diverging hastily to the castle lord, diving in and out for intermittent attacks.
The castle lord at this point displayed amazing level of speed, easily blocking his and Night Terror’s attacks while keeping his eyes shooting to and fro.
But Northern could tell that the maelstrom was beginning to find it difficult.
For starters, the arrogant grin on his face was nowhere to be found.
Northern’s persistent act of diving out of his perimeter before his claws came was utterly bothering.
In those moments, Night Terror took the castle lord very personal and would batter the maelstrom with bone shattering strikes.
Of course, all of them were being easily block by Koll. No matter how fast or how powerful.
Their clashes reverberated through the air, sending shockwaves around everywhere.
And through it all Northern’s eyes was following every strike. It was had to keep up.
For a mundane eyes all they would be seeing were blurs and sparks. But Northern could see every delicate arc carved by the claws.
Every leg movement—undoubtedly primal in nature and shouldn’t be found in a human.
Fighting like that sure would be effective but it was graceless… all it would take to shatter such amazing battle style is one brawl with any human.
Even though Northern was slowly getting used to the company of monsters and their nature. He was sure not to forget that humans are different.
Monsters are a definition of simplicity while humans of complexity.
Surely, it wouldn’t take too much effort to break through a monster’s pattern of assault.
But with his flexibility and sense… if he could refine Night Terror’s movement to what a human could use.
Fix its flaws and fill it gaps.
‘Amazing… so amazing!’
Northern felt a flood of information fill his head all in a second. He was trapped in a realm of extreme focus that he couldn’t even look away if he wanted to.
A wide grin stained his face, two ferocious monster’s were locked in a dance of blurring claw. Clothed by dark and red flames that flew around, threatening to consume anything that dared to intrude.
And a white haired with pale skin was grinning at the sight. His eyes out of focus, glowing with a radiant azure light.
‘I love this. I love this so much!’ The boy mused.