"Who are you?"The Knight inquired. Partly out of curiosity and caution. Even he as a veteran knows that fighting something or someone he doesn't know the capabilities of can bring about his downfall.
"You seem quite interested in me..."Conan tilted his head and calmly replied.
"What god do you serve?"
Conan didn't reply and just created an ice greatsword and spun it elegantly in response. "I'm done talking..."
The captain's eyes narrowed and his figure zoomed, with the claymore raised. He brought down Conan at a terrifying speed.
Conan sidestepped the attack and the figure of the Knight zoomed past him like a blur, then a sharp swish rang out. The captain had cleaved the air.
He incredulously looked at Conan and wondered how he had managed to dodge his attack, after all, he didn't look like he even ran. He looked as though a force pulled him towards Conan.
HE brandished his claymore and dashed towards Conan again, but this time with a clear plan in mind.
He got in proximity to Conan and swung his sword. The cold gleam swished through the air and went towards Conan's chest.
Conan stepped back and evaded but in a way, the captain maneuvered the sword so that it seemed as though it revolved around him and changed target for his thighs.
The captain wasn't trying to kill him but capture him. But even if he was trying to do the latter, Conan won't bother, he was done for the night.
The man was swift in movements and sword maneuvering. Each swing of his sword made the airflow erratic but couldn't reach Conan.
His sharp movements coupled with his fast and decisive strikes caused the rise of clouds of dust. But Conan evades all effortlessly.
The Captain took another serious stance on seeing how Conan was evading with a slothful temperament. intact, he hadn't raised the ice greatsword he created once.
The captain bent his knees and gripped his sword tightly by the hilt, held out in front of his face with its blade pointing upwards.
From the hilt, dark wisps began swirling up the smooth terrain of the blade to its pointed tip. On reaching the tip, a subtle glint flashed and began swirling from the other side downwards. Forming a two-way swirl.
The black eyes of the captain glinted sharply as though he had Incarnated as a sword. His stern face didn't lose its signature—sternity and righteousness. His armor seem to become even darker than the night, and his cloak blew off his shoulders and flaunted in the non-existent wind.
Conan tilted his head on seeing this "... Getting serious huh? But why is the Spiritual energy dark though?"
"It's darkness attribute Spiritual energy. It is so dark because it belongs to our god and master. I'm telling you this so you don't mistake it for impure Spiritual energy."The Captain said as he changed his stance. Spun his sword with both hands and shifted its position to his left armpit level as he leaned forward and bent his knees. Preparing to lunge forth.
"Oh..."Conan muttered in mock surprise and rested the blade of the ice greatsword on his shoulder as one would do for a polearm. It felt quite awkward for him to take a stance so he took the only one that didn't.
He straightened his backbone and legs, his hand wrapped around the two-handed grip of the sword and his serpentine eyes constricted till they became really hard to see.
He was finally getting ready for his first sword dance after thousands of years. But before that, he felt the need to ask "...Who is your god?"
He asked the captain but he didn't get the answer from the captain but rather from a knight from the side that was currently battling one of the cannibals.
The shaft of his poleaxe was in between the teeth of one of the cannibals. He struggled to remove his poleaxe from the jaws of the monstrous creature but the jaw was too strong and the monstrous human itself was relentless.
Its claws scraped the Knight's armor as it held to him tightly which made the knight grunt in the struggle. But somehow, amidst his struggles, he heard what Conan said.
"God of the Night! Douchebag!"He shouted, but his voice sounded somewhat strange, like he was using spiritual energy to his voice, but not amplifying it.
Soon enough, his cloak spread out and morphed into a hand made up of dark attributed spiritual energy that clasped around his frame and pulled him into the darkness prompting his figure to vanish.
He reappeared behind the startled cannibal which had a poleaxe amidst his jaws. The Cannibal suddenly turned around and saw the knight up and towards him. His red pupils dilated a little on seeing this.
The knight was too fast than the cannibal could react to due to being caught off guard on landing, the knight used the force behind his move to grab the handle of the shaft of the poleaxe to swing the cannibal towards a tree which broke completely upon impact, making leaves rain on the knight.
He smiled in satisfaction and for a moment there, seeing the leaves fall chaotically above him, he felt like he had won an award. He felt important.
Alas, that moment was ruined when the Cannibal returned and rammed him with his shoulder with such force that he shot straight through two trees, snapping them in half, causing their downfall.
Conan looked back at the captain who first smiled as if faintly before charging towards him. His sword whipped towards many places at once, a testament to how fast the captain was.
Captain used his sword this time as the knight bombarded him with slashes and thrusts. Clashes rang out and despite his sword being an ice mold, it didn't sound different than a sword.
Specks of dust flew up as they changed position, their figures danced around, forming phantoms at their previous positions.
As the captain continued to bombard Conan, he couldn't help but smile and block a few strikes effortlessly then after a mighty thrust from the captain, he wound coat his body in wind and spin like a tornado, circling the captain to assault him from behind.
The captain being the veteran that he was would immediately turn around and continue his onslaught and he seemed to enjoy it. He seems like a battle lover. The type Conan would love to be enemies with.
Albeit he was too weak to be an enemy to Conan. Matter of fact he was too powerful to have an enemy before, which caused his boredom, but now, he can have new enemies, perhaps if he finds the incarnate of the so-called god of the Night.
He wasn't that battle thirsty so, no. Maybe not. Probably not, but he will prioritize his babies' safety either way.
Trees fell and, quite a deforestation had occurred at that spot as everywhere they passed, the captain's sword would pass through the trees and he would continue his charge without feeling any disturbance.
He spun his sword above his head and brought it down like lightning striking the ground. Conan stepped back to evade, but the sword wasn't aiming at him to begin with.
The sword struck the ground like lightning and buried its blade into the earth, but what was more unsettling was that the captain had his head down while the sword was generating black energy, coating the earth with it.
The darkness spread in a circular radius and soon the ground beneath Conan and the man was covered in peach darkness. They weren't isolated from the rest.
He rotated the sword sharply in the earth and the darkness below their feet started undulating like water. Conan looked in curiosity and soon his instincts screamed at him.
He sidestepped and a spike came out from the darkness and made an unsheathing sound. It was so fast and unexpected but it wasn't the only one. A couple of others rise so fast that they essentially went to the sky in a flash but they appeared to have disappeared into the night.
But that was an illusion caused by the night.
Soon enough, the spikes stopped shooting upwards, but Conan could see them in the sky, morphing into swords that looks just like the captain's with their tips aiming at him.
They were practically invisible but not to his serpentine eyes. His eyelids narrowed slightly on seeing the power contained in the swords of darkness.
They contained energy that mortals should never be able to weld. It contained Nether energy, albeit little, but it was enough to testify to the fact that pseudo-immortals exist as a result of the gods' divine energy that is in the disciples.
Because only immortals could wield the transcendent energies; Aether and Nether. Although only immortals could do so, not all immortals get attuned to them.
If the swords were to strike now, although he would survive, he could get punctured through. So he braced himself to stop the over thirty or so swords made of "Darkness attributed energy" and nether energy—the blessings which came from the god of the night.
Without giving him any warning, the swords descended, all at the same time. At the same time, tendrils of darkness rose from the dark tiled ground under his feet and wrapped around his leg up to his thigh, holding him in place.
The captain raised his head and from the tiny space in his visor that revealed pitch-black eyes, Conan saw the delight in them. it further got apparent when the captain smiled.
"I wonder what that smile would turn to when he realizes how great I am."Conan narcissistically mused.
The swords of darkness rained from the sky. Their sharp tips pierced through the air while their sides cut through, causing loud whistling noises.
What was more unsettling about the swords was that they were a giant version of the captain's broadsword. The force at which they closed in on Conan was overbearing, but not to him.
By now, the tendrils had wrapped all around his body frame. They clenched on his body and restrained him from moving. He smiled under his mask. A few more seconds and he would be impaled by the swords.
Blue but misty spiritual energy started to emanate from his body. Gradually, but fast enough to be called instant. It got so thick that his figure was shrouded entirely and strong waves of chilling air waves reached the captain causing him to shudder.
What in the plane?
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A/N: [Black energy is equivalent to Darkness Attributed spiritual energy.]
[Dark energy is an alternative to Impure energy.]
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