Meeting again

Darick and Gè Míng had stopped for the night with Tral showing up many hours after sunset without his helmet on much to Gè Míng's surprise at seeing his pale face and red eyes for the first time.

He had expected Dr.Sal to look much older and less healthy from the way he talked but instead found out they him and Darick were a similar age.

Darick and Tral moved off to have a talk but Gè Míng stealthily followed them to listen in, when he got near he heard.

"Is everything ok Tral, I know it got heated back there but he is just a kid so you really should lighten up." Came Darick's voice.

Tral responded quite adamantly "It's ok but I just think we need to stop playing around here, you told this kid that with just hard training he could beat people that would make Prudence look like an ant while you yourself got ragdolled by one of his lackeys that he makes look weak. If that kid goes out to face his enemies the honorable way then he will get himself killed because they won't do the same for him."

Darick was a little surprised but it made sense so he relented a little only to have Tral wave the red potion in his face again to ask "Soo you figure you could handle a stronger dose or are you going to give up getting stronger then those chumps like prudence?"

Before he could answer a dozen armed warriors in robes came out of the bushes around them followed by the man himself Prudence carrying a struggling Gè Míng in one hand who is being suppressed by Prudence's aura "It's impolite to speak about someone behind their back you know and here I came for this little brat only to find an old prize that got away… but you seem different Tral. It's strange why doesn't your heart beat with fear or well at all?"

Prudence's disregards the anomaly with a wave of his hand "regardless you face cultivators now even if my men are of the lowest level not even comparable to this child but it will do for you weaklings. Cripple the smaller one to bring back and kill the other" He orders before walking away with Gè Míng.

The men charge in with a yell with speed that surpasses even earth ranked power users brandishing their swords.

Tral reacts just as quick making a strange liquid appear in the air right over their heads in a circle around the duo who ready for battle with guns drawn to fire at those who keep at range.

Most of the attackers dodge but a few keep charging ahead to receive a face full of this toxic goop that immediately starts eating away at their head.

For those that dodge back they either parry the bullets or are able to dodge enough not to take serious hits with one of them releasing a weak aura that deflects the bullets entirely.

Tral decides that guns won't do and gives out two steel sabers to himself and an ax for Darick before releasing explosions to ignite the liquid thus putting them in a circle of flames to leave little room for the opponents to stand their ground.

The cultivators watch their prey with anticipation but are shocked when Tral jumps the flames to come out at them with extreme agility bending through the air.

They plan to swarm where he would land but blocks of steel soon materialize for him to kick off of as he sends them flying at his enemies.

When they try to dodge the blocks follow them pushed by explosions to cause devastating damage throughout their ranks as only a few can take the hits from these heavy blocks without getting a crushing injury of some kind.

The strongest opponent knocks the one coming at him aside before striking the air with his sword to send a crescent energy blade through the air aiming for Tral's legs which he narrowly avoids by making a steel wall between them to kick off of getting out of the way as the strike cleaves through that wall as if it were butter.

Darick spends this time disarming (literally) the injured opponents to allow Tral the opportunity to feed on the fresh blood as he rejoins his partner in the circle of fire.

At this point over half have been either crippled or killed putting them out of the fight and try as he might the strongest warrior can't land a serious blow on Tral with his ranged attack as Darick is able to block them with his body without taking a scratch causing this warrior to curse Prudence's lack of judgement.

As Tral feeds on these lesser cultivators he can feel a surge of power coursing through his veins as his strength surges to new levels. He lets out a howl as he enters into a blood frenzy to directly pounce on a nearby cultivator who is still in good shape.

This combatant swings his sword only to find it diverted at the last second by a small explosion followed by Tral's sabers which break on impact but this allows him to dink his teeth into the man's now exposed throat to start draining blood at a rapid pace.

Darick quickly jumped through the flame to block another crescent blade and it's sender is now panting hard in clear exhaustion from the constant use of this technique.

Darick quickly gets overwhelmed by four other cultivators yet their attacks just knock him around without actually dealing damage although his clothes have long since been torn to shreds.

Soon the cultivators pin him down with their weapons fully stopping him from moving but it is too late as one of them gets pealed off to become the next meal not of Tral's but by a couple of freshly reanimated ghouls who despite lacking much of the power they had in life possessed an unending hunger for flesh as they disregarded all pain the sink into their old allies.

The mightiest cultivator still had the strength to slaughter these creatures with ease till suddenly his weapon hit the ground with his hand still attached to it. Without realizing it the Tral had used the ghouls as a distraction to appear next to the man with a heavy katana that due to his new found strength was able to disarm him in one strike.

Without his weapon and exhausted from continuos battle this stronger warrior soon succumbed to the vampires embrace with nothing but bitterness in his heart for following a fool like Prudence.