We're almost there.
I can hear the cries of people dying on the battlefield.
I need to put a stop to this. I can't just sit back and let the people in Camelot die.
A powerful blast of blood is launched upwards at us from the ground.
"It would seem Alucards has decided to aid the invading forces. I'll go to the ground and deal with him, the rest of you continue on to the battlefield, we are still needed there."
Merlin stands up and prepares to jump.
"No. Let me take this one."
Without waiting for an answer I jumped off the dragons back and nose dived down toards the ground.
Alucards one of the strongest people in the world. He's definitly a major player in this war.
If I can beat him I can help save the people in Camelot.
I draw my sword as I approach where he's waiting on the ground.
He draws a rapier from his waist and blood begins to spiral around the blade.
I bring my blade down and we clash.
The ground opens up beneath him creating a large crater as an intense shockwave erupts from our clash.
"You've gotten stronger, boy."
Bones begin to protrude from the ground all around me and launch themselves randomly.
He isn't seeking to attack he intends to cut off my movement.
The bones create a tunnel giving me a clear charge towards him.
I don't know what he intends to do but this is clearly a trap.
But still, I don't have a choice.
I sheathe my blade and rush forwards as huge spears of blood begin to form around Alucard.
So his intent was to trap me and then finish me off.
I rush forwards as the spears came towards me.
I push forwards through the spears as they strike through my body.
I draw my blade and slice towards Alucards neck.
He parries my attack with his rapier and thrusts the blade towards me.
Shit, I can't defend it.
His blade pushes through my body and sticks out of my back.
"You were strong, boy, but this is where it ends for you."
He pulls his blade out and I drop to my knees.
I can feel the strength leaving my body.
My sword drops to the ground with a metallic clang before being kicked away by the vampire into the bone spears.
I drag myself to my feet, my knees shaking barely supporting my weight.
I put my hands up into a boxers stance.
"You still want to fight despite being moments away from death. You remind me alot of the knights of the round table, alas only Lancelot can still be counted among them. The rest are all dead."
The same thing that happened during the tournament where the world lost its colour happened. Only the bright vibrant blood was still in colour.
I have a few secconds before I die. I need to make it count.
Spears of bone begin to form around Alucard with blood swirling around the tips.
"I shall end your suffering now. You may rest in peace."
The attack comes charging towards me.
I throw out my fist, the air pressure being produced clashed with the bones and blew them away.
The resulting force shattered the bones in my arm.
"You still choose to fight this losing battle. Why is that?"
"A spartan won't lose to the same person twice. Besides, to give up now would just be an insult to the people who helped me get here. If I have to die to defend their people, so be it."
Alucard smiled at me as he raised one hand into the air forming a giant orb of blood.
"Indeed you truly are worthy of the title you aim to achieve. After your death I shall make it so."
He flung the giant sphere of blood towards me at high speeds.
Its too big and too fast to dodge, and I can't clash with his attack with my bare hands, my left arms already destroyed after the last punch.
Damn it.
I dig my heels into the ground, one foot further forward to maintain balance.
I thrust out my forehead to take the attack head on.
As I did my life flashed before my eyes.
The torment and abuse I went through as a child all the way to the time I spent with Maria.
THe orb of blood landed, sending me flying away into a crumpled ball.
I can't see, or hear anything other than a loud ring in my ears. I can't feel my body either. Evverything just feels numb.
How am I even alive right now?
I slowly bring myself to my feet. My legs shaking like a newborn lamb trying to stand on its own.
I have one arm left. I can still fight.
I just have to wait for him to come towards me.
I can hear muffled words through the ringing followed by a sharp pain in my chest.
I strike out in front of me, my fist making connection with something soft and fleshy, and utterly tearing it apart.
I can't tell if I was successful or not.
I drop to the ground and drift away into a dream world.