Conner regained his bearings and took an offensive stance, as he put back his shield on the hook of his left pauldron and held his battle Axe with both of his hands,
He strongly breathed in and his Aura swirled all over his body and condensed around his palms, the sharp edge of his Axe glowed in Green as He swung across the air, a gust of green gale cut through the mist vertically towards Vincent at an astounding speed,
From the speed of the slash all the surrounding mist was pushed back and a clear view from Conner's line of sight was made towards Vincent,
Vincent could not counter the vertical slash as he did not have enough shield coverage so he dodged to his left side,
As soon as he dodged he was met face to face with the battle Axe that Conner had already thrown,
A shiver went across Vincent body as his eyes reflected the image of the horrid black Axe cutting through the mist,
Vincent thought he could see the Axe hurling at him in slow motion and every droplet of condensed water on its cold surface could be observed as it approached him,
'He anticipated my position .. '
Vincent had no time to dodge again so he raised his shield over his face clashing with the battle Axe,
The force of the blow was too strong that Vincent could not completely negate its momentum, from the sheer power of the impact the back of his gauntlet smashed into his face,
Blood escaped Vincent's broken nose as he felt the impact enveloping his whole brain,
'He was Aiming for my vision'
Vincent could not see Conner due to the impact, and his head was dizzied from the shock,
Immediately after the first impact, another impact hit Vincent's body and acute pain spread through his mid right torso,
Air escaped from his lungs as he was flung a few parms to the back,
The sensation of the studs of the great shield impaling Vincent's internals burned his insides and made his stomach Churn,
As Vincent made contact with the ground a few more of his ribs broke as he kept skidding for a few more parms,
He finally stopped about half a parm away from the wall of the mud pit,
Conner's surprised voice filled the void,
"Oooh that must have hurt ..
ok Vin I've got to say, that was about fifty fifty chance, there is no deeper meaning to you getting hit, it was either left or right"
Vincent slowly moved his left arm forward and pushed on the muddy ground, his right arm was pent out of shape and his sword was flung away, He had a sorry figure was dragging himself forward,
He breathed in sharply and coughed a few times, blood escaping his dry lips,
He slowly raised his head and gazed upon his enemy,
Conner stopped his approach,
"You ..
What's up with those eyes .."
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As the puppeteer was about to stab Damian forehead with his black nail, he heard the echoes of footsteps behind him,
He stopped on his tracks and looked back,
There was a black figure moving within the mist, resembling the silhouette of a human much taller than the average man of about a parm and a half in length, the figure had no features, no face, no seams,
The skin of the figure had no pores no marking or blemishes, almost as if it was made of ethereal black smog,
That figure carried with one hand a Giant white blade that looked like it was molded by bones, on the back of the blade was what seemed to be teeth of a giant beast and the head of a predatorial bird as the pommel,
The puppeteer felt apprehended by the figure, he squinted his eyes hard in order to understand what he is looking at,
"And, what might you be hmm .."
The puppeteer asked in an inquisitive tone, his voice ever so gentlemanly,
As no response was elected from the black figure unease grew on the face of the puppeteer as his eyebrows twitched,
"You see, you are disturbing my meal, however we don't need to make this harder than it should be ..
go on your way and I promise, I will turn a blind eye, and not cross you"
The figure swayed right and left, it peered at the puppeteer as if it was trying to confirm something, after a short while as if uninterested it shifted its gaze towards Damian who was laying on the ground, the figure after one more minute shock its head ever so slightly, and walked back the way it came from,
The puppeteer scrunched his face, his indigitated face seemed on the edge of madness, as soon as the figure walked a few steps, he threw his cursed dagger towards the figure,
The dagger stabbed the back of the figure's head, and it fell face forward,
The puppeteer laughed hysterically as if he had played his best prank on someone, his face no longer resembled a human as more patches of skin fell from his head, purple flesh appeared underneath the suit of skin,
His eyes glowed with madness as he started loudly hollering,
"HAHAHAHAHAHA YOU FUCKEN BASTARD
WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE .. TO INTRUDE ON HIS LORDSHIPS FUN .. LET ME SEE THAT SMUG FACE OF YOURS AS YOU GET CURSED TO DEATH ..
I DON'T CARE WHO THE FUCK YOU ARE YOU BITCH .. I FUCKEN OWNED YOU AND NO ONE CAN BELITTLE ME !!"
The puppeteer mad laughter's echoed throughout the misty plains, as he was looking through the fog, his eyes got teary from his laughs and blurred his vision.. the world spun around as he felt an orgasmic pleasure he has never experienced before ..
'I .. I have never felt so alive .. so good as if I was released from my rotting body
have I ever felt this good why is the world spinning, the tears in my eyes are escaping with the gust of wind on my face .. but this is the misty plains, there should be no wind .. ah, whose headless body is that .. it looks familiar ....'
The puppeteer head spun in the air at an arch and hit the boulder Damian used to lean on, the head rolled back to its owner feet before his body collapsed.