They were both too caught up in their fight, that they had traveled away from the camp, into the forest somewhere.
A light followed the many slashes from Amaya's dagger.
Slash! Slash! Slash!
Kono's eyes lit up, while he danced around, avoiding being cut.
"Here let me tell you a secret…." He flickered out of sight.
A hand touched Amaya's shoulder from behind as a blade stabbed through her back.
Shank!y
Her eyes shot open from the pain and a blood mess feel from her mouth.
It was then that Kono continued "....You're a simple obstacle for me now."
Thump!
Amaya's weakened body was slammed against the floor. Her blood slowly spilled out and like always, her vision became blurry.
'I'm dying again...You would think I became used to pain by now, but this hurts just like every other deadly experience I had.'
Her vision faded to black and her life was no more.
Kono's wiped his blade, realizing the life he took.
"I killed a legendary-ranker…."
This was a moment that other underworld assassins would dream of, but he didn't feel any excitement from it. To him it felt no different from taking any other life.
Noticing the blood on his hands,he stood in silence, finally questioning himself.
'The thing i do, just to get stronger. The things I do just to get closer to killing Ace. All lives I take, innocent or not innocent. Is it all worth it?'
He took one last look at Amaya's deceased body.
"....Just another life I took on this path. I thought I would feel some sort of thrill from it, but I don't feel anything. Not even a simple power up…"
After all his years of killing, he finally started to question himself.
'Why am I starting to feel regret now? This isn't anything new. Why am I feeling this way?'
Kono smacked himself across the face.
Slap!!
He shook his head, convincing himself that wasn't the time to be distracted by emotions. This was the beginning of his rise to strength.
'...I think I'll just stick to killing those who deserve death. As for people like Ace….I'll slaughter them.'
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Amaya rose to her feet, covered in her own blood.
'Again..I'm back to life. Now that I think about it, I'm sort of like a zombie.'
She stretched her arms, shoulders and legs to get rid of her soreness.
After doing so, she felt was able to notice a major difference inside her body.
'I kind of feel lighter. Almost like moving is easier. I guess dying kind of pays off when you get stronger from it. Whatever kills me makes me stronger.'
She took a couple moments to gaze at her surroundings. Kono was nowhere in sight, most likely having traveled back to camp.
"Yeah, I should probably get there fast. He most likely wants to kill the knights there too."
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Jean fell to her knees, covered in wounds and bruises. But she refused to completely fall. The same couldn't be said for Dashiel, he was unconscious, having already been defeated by their new opponent, A dark mage named Kennith.
"Impressive. Even though you're a woman you've got some durability."
Jean struggled to speak, due to her deep wounds, "...Even..if you kill us...you'll never kill the kingdom...You'll meet your fate one day...You'll rot in hell.."
Kennith broke into hysterical laughter.
"HAHAHAHhahha."
Even if a mask was covering his laughing face, Jean could only imagine how twisted it was.
The blood loss finally got to her and she collapsed. She was still slightly conscious, being able to still understand speech.
Kennith walked over to her dying body, gazing over her.
"There was some truth to your words. It's a fact that I will meet my maker one day, but that's just a part of life. However, here's a fun fact: You will be meeting your maker first. I'll be merciful and end your suffering."
He held the tip of his blade to her chest, removing his mask to show his wicked smile.
"GOODBYEEE."
Fwhs!!!!
A scorching flame shot across the wind, engulfing his face.
"WHa?!!! AGHHHHHHH!!!!!"
Blinded In pain, suffering in heat, his face was melting. He tried sprinting off, but slipped on some dirt. When he finally extinguished the fire, he could see the one responsible, a girl with a look that could nearly kill.
Amaya smiled, lifting her fist.
"I named this move, Full Throttle Magic Strike!!"
With a power swing of a fist, she blew the ground apart, along with the dark mage.
Booom!!!!!
Loads of dirt were launched into the air, almost like an explosion happened.
The instant he knew he enemy was dead, Amaya ran to Jean's unconscious body. She was pale and on the verge of death.
First thing Amaya did was put pressure on her wounds, applying magic.
['Magic Form' Has Been Activated]
"This has to do something at least."
Jean's skin was started to get it's color back, but her wounds weren't closing.
"..I can't heal her… I don't think I'm skilled enough for this.."
Jean was still breathing for now, but if Amaya ran out of mana, she would bleed out in minutes.
"I can't keep this up forever. I think I need to get her professional help."
Amaya lifted Jean and dashed through a portal, placing her on a hospital bed.
"Nurses! We need help right away!"
Every nurse and doctor was shocked by seeing her come from a gate, but they didn't hesitate to start treating Jean.
"Do you happen to know what caused her wounds?" a nurse asked?
"A sword. Is she going to be okay?" Amaya asked, panicked.
"We'll have to see. The doctors will do their best to help your friend."
"Thank you. I have one more."
Amaya reached through another portal, pulling Dashiel's unconscious body through. The nurse was surprised again, but reacted fast by calling the other doctors.
"Umh, we have another one. Looks less severe but medical attention is needed."
"On it!" A doctor came running over with a stretcher.