"Why, why did you betray us Conner ... "
Vincent took a defensive stance, his voice calm and void of emotions,
He Raised the shield that was attached to his Gantlet in front of him and drew his ink black single edged sword,
A halo of blue light enveloped his weapons and his eyes seemed to shine with mystic light,
Conner nonchalantly retrieved his Ax from the forehead of the last coachman as he faced the fuming Vincent,
" Betray is a really strong word here Vin, I have never displaced my loyalty, to this day .. "
"Then Chris .. "
"Chris is dead .. my comrade manipulates corpses, he does not hypnotize people,
I killed Chris as soon as we set camp two days ago, The puppeteer just wore his skin .. but we could not hide the stench of the dead.. so we had to take out Avian .. the Lad had a good nose,
on a side note .. we also brought two mud slugs, one of them to cover my tracks and get rid of the bodies, but the one of them disappeared after it took avian body to eat it ..
it should have hid his tracks that you followed but Oh well .. rarely anything goes according to plan .."
Conner assumed a stance where he held his battle Axe above his head and his great shield in front of him his all being exuded the green sinister aura,
Both of the men stood motionless for a while observing their opponent,
Silence dominated the mud pit, only the breathing of the two could be heard,
Suddenly Conner charged at Vincent, the sheer presser of his charge expelled the humid Mist surrounding him like a raging bull,
Vincent took a half step back as he changed the angle of his small shield,
'I can't take this head on'
The blue Aura condensed on his black shield, fluid like water as Conner sinister Great shield was about to make contact with his,
The blue Aura enveloped the green sinister energy, and deflected the direction of Connors charge like a pebble bouncing off of the surface of a serene lake, as Connor ricocheted to the right side of Vincent, he had no angle to swing his Axe, As Vincent entered the spot behind his left shoulder Conner was Vulnerable to Vincent's attack,
Vincent spun 360 degrees using the momentum he gained from Connors charge to increase his blades velocity, he outstretched his blade to meet the back of Conner's shoulder, however Vincent irises dilated as he did not feel the impact he'd hoped for,
'I missed ?'
As his attack was deflected Conner has boosted his speed further than he was ever capable of before, to leave the range of Vincent's outstretched blade,
Conner slid over the muddy ground to break his speed and lifted his left foot to stop himself from crashing into the muddy wall,
he turned around to look at his adversary with a glint in his eye,
"Woah there ..
That was honestly dangerous, you really fight nasty Vin ..
I have never seen your aura act like that before,
Guess I was not the only one keeping secrets"
"Rich coming from the guy who supposedly can't even use Aura .."
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Damian was in a predicament his wound was too grave for him to fight back properly so he chose to hide in the smoke and mist cloud,
Whoever this damn corps smelling bastard is, he does not seem to have any of Chris's abilities and that was his ray of hope,
'Instead of picking a fight I cannot win, I would rather just run away'
Damian bolted away from the corps maniac towards the east, away from the pit in the direction of the Clifford domain,
As he was running his vision blurred, colors started mixing into a mad whirlpool and his consciousness was fading,
'was I poisoned !!? , no way ... I should be immune to most poison's unless it comes from a Malbeast'
Damian slowed down and sat near a large boulder, he ripped his clothes and observed his wounds, small black and blue vine like drawings stemmed from the garish cut and blood was flowing without stop,
'A curse ..
That fucken bastard has a curse enchanted into those Daggers' what a lunatic'
Damian mind spun as he felt the affects of the curse permeating his body he found difficulty in applying a healing salve to his wound, as he was applying the salve his extremities started to go numb and his Peripheral vision started to narrow,
He dropped on the ground unable to move, his breaths grew short and his heart rate slowed down,
He could hear the uneven footsteps of four people, as the corpses of the dead Caravan members mindlessly walked towards him, with their bloated skins and hollow eyes,
'Ahhh .. this is it .. I am so sorry Milo I should have discarded Vin and the others ..
maybe, I am too naïve master, I just could not believe it,
I screwed up just like you said I would, I let someone matter to me when I should have had my heart void .. my brethren I failed you ..'
The sound of fanatical laughter could be heard echoing through the mist, as a figure with a decayed face approached calmly, his hair red as blood, not ginger like the Chris Damian knew the pitch black eyes exuding smoggy mist, a personification of death enveloped the Crazed puppeteer,
"hahahaha ... sigh,
you must be wondering, about the curse.. you see, this body is already dead, it moves by using Miasma, a curse or two means nothing .. "
As the puppeteer moved closer and closer to Damian, the shadow of death grew larger and larger,
The puppeteer extended his hand and a black nail grew from his middle finger the nail was black as obsidian and pointy as a needle,
"Now, lets add you to my lovely collection .. "
Before the nail could penetrate Damian's forehead, another sound of footsteps chimed in