Kalen's pov
"black imperial style DARK TORRENT"
he cried as a funnel cloud darkness infused ki blades streamed towards me, I repositioned myself and countered
'black imperial style mixed with edict of consumption DEVOURER'
a deep dark orb appeared above my blade and sucked up his attack, to an outsider the orb didn't look any different when it was done but to I who held it the weight was jarring
' what a monster'
I muttered before using the secondary move that always accompanied this technique
'backlash'
swinging wide a crescent of darkness flew out of my blade the attack consisting of both of our powers but instead of dodging it his form simply disappeared, or rather he sunk into his own shadow and reappeared at my back through mine, he swung at who he thought was unguarded but his blade didn't meet any resistance, the form he had cut was nothing more that a mass of darkness draped in illusion magic, he hadn't expected me to use magic so his guard was as low it could ever be from suprise as such I decided to finally end this fight once and for all
'black imperial style 10 SHADOWS'
10 forms identical to mine appeared from no where, they crossed over to him in the blink of an eye and were finally ready for it to kill this man, there were 10 opponents each one capable of only one attack but that attack was on the same level as the original as such he could only block one and suffer the remaining 9 but I wasn't going to let that happen, I charged him along with my doubles only faster and unleashed my strike, he chose to block the real me probably thinking I was the most threatening he was wrong, all 10 doubles landed crital hits on his torso before fading into nothingness, I jumped back and watched him
"bleugh"
blood spilled from his mouth as he took the knee it was over nothing sustained him now other than sheer willpower but that wasn't infinite and that wouldn't help him win this fight
'it's over'
I said and to that he replied with a smile exposing his perfect white teeth that had been matted with blood a sight that would inspire terror and disgust in others but all I felt was melancholy, I didn't want it to end like this, I didn't want to kill the only person who could truly understand me but he was far too gone
"my resolve is not so weak"
he said finding strenght from somewhere I couldn't trace as he charged me again. I responded to his vigour with a charge of my own, we raced across the battlefield armoured in darkness and clashed in a vortex of black that turned day into night as a spiralling plume of ink stretched high in the air rising up as if to mark the point where two gods met, we separated from each other near instantaneously and began the dance of death once more crashing into each other in a divine display of strenght and skill covering the land in attacks that would put even some of the strongest Arcanum users one foot in the grave if not completely, our strikes superhuman our speeds transcendent rather than a battle of blades it was more like a clash of wills a battle between concepts greater than the world itself this was not a fight between blademasters it wasn't a fight between magis-swords, it was a battle between Don's and it was spectacular.
Black imperial style was a style based on the properties of darkness it sought to emulate the feeling of being surrounded in total obscurity and drowning in a well with no end in sight the feeling of all senses being blocked and all routes being closed to those who saw it in action and those who went up against it the only difference between was the level of fright they felt after all hearing about something was considerably less tame than experiencing it and it was that same form that we both threw at each other even on his dying breath the old man still gave a spectacular performance I could confidently declare that the space in between us was one where if some unlucky fellow found himself he'd be buried in terror before perishing
"black imperial style ECLIPSE"
he raised his spear letting loose a stream of darkness that stretched into the sky forming a massive orb that covered the sun from sight
"FALL OF HEAVEN"
he shouted uttering the command for the second sequence of the attack, with that thousands of spears made of darkness infused ki fell down on the earth intent on bathing in ruin I stood silently with my sword at my side skipping the naming for this move choosing to simply call it forth, after all it was one I knew as well as the face of my father, this was the move he was best at and it was the same for me
'rise shinigami'
the dark ki on my blade obeyed my command and flew into the air twisting itself several times giving rise to a shape that could only be described as terror incarnate, a hooded figure several metres tall draped in a jet black cloak and nothing else, in skeletal like hands was a scythe that seemed to suck what little light we had left around us
'cut'
I uttered the world and it swung its weapon it face invisible behind a veil of black but its motions so deftly done one couldn't doubt that it was placid, no joy no sorrow no remorse just a dead stare to us all as if all it faced was equal, rich poor strong weak commoner and king all were simply victims like it was an actual vision of death, a massive crescent of black trailed off of the scythe first colliding with the hellstrom in front of it before overpowering it, crossing the distance between it and the source of the attacks and swallowing it, it then detonated with a boom that would make an elder dragon flee in fright, he was still standing, he had moulded darkness upon his injuries in an attempt to staunch the bleeding and continue fighting but he could not stop the pain he was beyond tenacious, in fact I don't think there was a word to describe his determination but, it had to stop he wasn't winning this fight I was, there was a simple way to end this fight play it safe keep my distance and wait for his life to wane but I couldn't let it end like that, for one that tartarus ore was still able to keep him going for a long time, time I probably didn't have and two I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I ended it like that so I decided to reveal it, a secret I had kept from everyone who mattered to me a secret that might have either stopped this fight before it began or made him break further but I had chosen this path partly because I was mostly sure of what would have happened and didn't like it and because the secret was just that monumental
'Don Jurad I'm ending this with my next attack I suggest you do the same'
whatever he felt he kept it hidden behind a deadpan expression but his eyes shown with resolve a good look for a driven man I tried to imitate it while looking into his eyes for this man deserved such a fine death,
'ki bestowlment plus armament'
copious amounts of dark infused ki wrapped around me forming a splendid black armour as I readied my stance, he did the same and within half a second we were off again leaving sonic booms in our wake as we smashed into each other my blade met his and tartarus ore once again proved itself worthy of its reputation that was why I used the only thing that could counter it
'darkness Arcanum, edict of tartarus ore'
gleaming black shards appeared at the edges of my blade forming a sheen just as sharp as the blade itself with it I cut through the blade on Jurad's spear and through the man's flesh as well, his face was one of shock he should have fallen silently at least that's what my senses told me but I could swear I heard him say the words that would have thrown the entire world into chaos if the wrong person heard it
"my...prince"