“Oi! Careful!” Ginger cried, “We could have fallen!” She could feel a sharp pain in her back.
“I punched him down. He shouldn’t bother us.” Arad replied with a smile as he saw Connor hit the ground.
SWOSH! “Where do you think you are going?” Eris flew in front of them with large purple wings. Ginger’s shoe mark was still red on her face.
“Get out of the way!” Ginger pulled her want to blast Eris away.
Arad blinked. He could see Eris’s chest growing bigger. He knows what’s coming. It’s a breath.
^No! Ginger won’t be able to regenerate from a charred wound. Thud! Arad grabbed Ginger from the back of her neck and expanded his wings, throwing her out of the way.
“ARAD!” Ginger shouted, seeing Arad facing Eris.
BRWAAAAAAAAA! A deep growl came out of Eris’s throat like a mangled barf. A large purple stream of hot plasma exploded forth at Arad’s face, large enough to engulf his whole body.
“HOT!” Ginger cried, feeling her skin sizzle just by being close to the breath.
The plasma separated like a water stream hitting a rock, slashing across the sky in a blinding flash.
From the light, Ginger could see Arad countering with a pitch-black breath, fending off the plasma but still getting cooked alive.
The two breaths pushed onto each other, and the plasma breath quickly dominated, and Arad got blasted. He didn’t have as much time to charge his breath as Eris did.
Eris stared at Arad’s charred corpse falling down. Sweat dripped across her forehead. “The fuck was that? And you’re still not disintegrated.” She has never faced someone that didn’t get cremated by a stab of her spear, let alone survive her breath.
Eris smiled with a blush across her face, “Let me get another hit in.” She flew down as fast as she could.
SWOSH! Mid-air, she saw a crescent slash of blood flying toward her. ^That vampire lord?^ Eris glared at the slash, evaporating it.
CLAP! Ginger clapped her palms together, her eyes flashing with blood-red flame. “Unleashing the seals from five to one.” The veins on her body turned red and bulged. [Blood Magic: Dance of the undying queen]
“GRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Screams covered the city. Gang members and anyone that Ginger deemed worth killing in this rotten city got impaled from the crotch to the neck with blood spears.
Eris looked around at the city in horror as blood covered the streets. “GRWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!” Those corpses screamed, turning into hordes of ghouls.
“Kill them!” Ginger shouted, sending her newly created ghouls after Eris, Connor, and Xaviin.
“They won’t reach me as long as I’m flying!” Eris smiled, pointing her hand toward the ghouls on the ground. “I will cremate them from here.”
CRACK! The ghouls grew wings and flew at her, “They can fly?” Eris gasped, dodging their claws. She could smell their stench. ^Even if a single scratch doesn’t kill me. They are filled with poison and diseases.^
Ginger grabbed Arad’s burned corpse and flew to the sky. She needs to get away and pull Alcott out.
STAB! Connor’s claw pierced her back, ripping one of her wings out. “Do you think those little fries would stop me from blowing you back out?”
Ginger coughed blood, and Connor smiled.
Connor then noticed something strange, Arad’s charred corpse was glaring at him with purple eyes. Memories of his eyes getting gouged came to him he tried to back off.
THWACK! Arad swung his charred arm and smacked Connor down again with a solid punch to the head. This time Ginger was wounded and missing a wing. She could keep flying with Arad punching with his draconic weight.
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CLANG! Alcott deflected one of Xaviin’s spells just to see Arad and Ginger’s corpses falling to the ground. His blood boiled, and rage filled his vision as his eyes flashed red and yellow. His body hair grew in an instant as his fingers turned into claws, the veins on his body bulged as his fangs became longer.
[Action surge] [Adrenaline Rush] [Blood Magic: Blood slash] [Claw Arts: Strikes of the wild beast]
“The fuck!” Xaviin gasped, fearing death even as an undead.
Alcott wasn’t holding any punches, he went all out and beyond. With [Action surge] and [Adrenaline Rush] He forced 128 slashes with his right arm.
[Claw Arts: Strikes of the Wild beast] was a werewolf skill that allowed him to strike with his left-hand claws at the same time, pushing a similar 128 claw strikes.
And all those attacks were covered with the vampire skill [Blood Magic: Blood slash] empowering them even further.
Alcott aimed his strikes at every bone in Xaviin’s skeleton body and hit the large ones several times. In a second, Xaviin’s body got turned into dust and Alcott fell to the ground.
Thud! Alcott fell on his legs. ^I can’t see. I blew the veins in my eyes. My ears keep ringing and I can only smell my blood. My limbs are numb as well, I can’t even tell if they are broken or not.^ Alcott sensed Arad and Ginger’s magic. ^I have to grab them and run, even if it’s the last thing I can do.^
Thud! Alcott grabbed Ginger and Arad and started running in a straight line. He could feel his heart beating weirdly. “Ginger! Ginger! Drink my blood and run away with Arad!” He growled.
“No! Just give me a second. I will give you a healing potion.” Ginger tried to pull a potion from her pocket.
“My heart is about to stop. Take Arad and flee.” Alcott has used a lot of blood with the blood slash to make sure Xaviin won’t regenerate his bones. And he has exhausted his heart beyond belief, he was dying.
Thud! SWOSH! Connor reached them, swinging his claws at Alcott’s back. “I got you!”
Arad’s eyes looked at Connor’s midswing. Causing him to flinch for a second. 𝗼𝘃𝗹.𝗼𝐫𝗴
^I need more power…look for it…^ Arad’s brain was racing to find a way out. ^I’m not a sorcerer, I don’t power to tap in… No wait, if a sorcerer can tap into his ancestor’s power, what prevents me from doing the same?^
CLANG! Arad lifted his burned forearm and blocked Connor’s claw.
Connor gasped, “You again! Fucking log!”
Arad could see the dark shadow of a human swordsman in his head, ^I too can do it,^
Arad pushed Alcott and Ginger to the side, stealing Alcott’s sword and lifting it up looking toward Connor.
For a second, Connor thought it was Alcott who picked up the sword and is about to swing.