Zereshk (2)

First Person POV Rules

Italic text like this, are the thoughts that are accessible to everything in a characters mind in first person.

Normal text like this is the character describing what they are doing in a sort of pseudo-omniscient narration.

"Text like this are people talking", whether that be the character the POV is following or people talking around them.

-Text like this are the thoughts of anything in the characters mind- this rules both applies to second consciousnesses and certain types of magic, like long distance communication between two people.

Third Person POV Rules

"Talking"

'Thoughts'

-Another persons thoughts in someone else's head-

Describing

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His arm flies through the air, spewing blood as it does, before that blood begins glowing a deep red, overshadowing its own red coloring. Cayenne grins like a mad man as the mana in his body rapidly leaves him, flowing through his blood.

Using Zereshk's confusion, he once again tries to stab the man, failing, but allowing him to retreat.

-Stop your mana flow-

'How the fuck do I do that? I have never had any training' Cayenne responds back, getting weaker and weaker as his Raw Magic charges up on his mana, ready to fire the second it is denied access to any mana.

Zereshk, wipes his face with his thumb, coating it in blood as he watches Cayenne bicker with Rot in his head, and then he looks down at the glowing blood and quickly figures out what's going on.

"Kuku..." he chuckles, his own blood glowing a faint green, before his ear, on the ground, turns pure emerald green aswell, before turning to energy and condensing into a simple, undecorated katana.

His own Raw Magic, activated by the loss of his ear, the worst possible place that Cayenne could of cut off.

While Cayenne, under Rot's guidance and a shit ton of guessing, manages to stop giving the spell mana, allowing him to stay conscious and the second he succeeds, his mind goes silent.

Rot gone.

And his arm on the ground, turns red, before bubbling grotesquely, absorbing every ounce of blood it can, morphing into a monster.

A slightly humanoid, blood red creature, slightly hunched back, meta-physical eyes spread across its entire body, three real eyes on its head, a mouth spreading all the way down to its chest, three tails, each twice the length of the rest of its body.

Rot. But not the size of an elephant as he should be, instead around the size of a car as a result from much less mana to work with.

"Lets... dance!" Zereshk screams, unsheathing his blade.

'Do I hear boss music?' Cayenne jokingly thinks, as the monster- no, Rot, rushes forward, and Cayenne does to, picking up his knife, Zereshk prepares himself, before throwing his swords sheath full speed at Cayenne.

Rot uses one of his tree tails and wraps it around a tree, and easily uprooting it, and using it to swing down at Zereshk, while Cayenne dodges out of the way of the sheath.

Zereshk, takes a deep breath, taking a stance before swinging his sword a few times, cutting the tree into clean pieces. Cayenne at that time arrives behind Zereshk, his lack of an arm still bleeding, swinging his knife right at Zereshk's neck.

Zereshk dodges by squatting a little, throwing his sword from his left hand to his right in a reverse grip, allowing him to stab backwards into Cayenne's side, but Cayenne doesn't move, not even make a grunt of pain, instead he grins grabbing Zereshk's hand, keeping him there, as Rot stops in front of him.

All three of his tails stabbing into the ground around them, blocking off escapes, while his maw opens, revealing hundreds, maybe even thousands of teeth lined up, before he attempts to take a bite out of Zereshk.

Cayenne lets go of Zereshk, anticipating his escape, and jumping out of the enclosure of tails as Zereshk, using his now free sword, swings it at Rot, but he underestimates how hard Rot's body is.

As his attack does nearly nothing, which is weird considering against a normal Rot monster, they would of been cut clean in half, it does however make a cut deep enough to not allow Rot to close his jaw completely, allowing Zereshk to also jump out of the way.

Or atleast try, as Rot, using his tails that are already deep in the ground, lifts them up, scooping up a huge amount of dirt and stone, while also sending Zereshk flying into the air

Where he is grabbed out of the sky by all of Rot's tails, before being brought down onto the ground at full speed, creating another crater in the ground, and kicking dust everywhere.

"Is this shit over?" Cayenne sighs, but Rot doesn't let his guard down.

-No!-

Out of the dust flies out the old elf, spinning mid air with his sword, that glows a faint green in the moon light, he lands on Rot's back for just a split second, draws a few runes in the air before somehow grabbing the floating runes and shoving them onto the sword, and his sword begins glowing a deep emerald green, swirling with energy.

With that very sword, he swings in a wide arc managing to cut of two of Rot's tails, as he is thrown off his body, he lands on the ground, sliding across the ground for a bit, before he rushes forward towards Cayenne.

Cayenne gets into stance, but before he can even blink a deep gash is made in his side, as Zereshk flies past, "Oh? You dodged that?".

If he didnt, his torso would be flying through the air at this very moment, but now he's just missing a large chunk of his side. Luckily, the fact he has unlocked his Raw Magic, gives him much higher regeneration.

His side already stitching itself back together, but not fast enough.

He vomits out blood and holds his side as Rot rushes between himself and Zereshk, who was already approaching, ready to finish off Cayenne.

Cayenne's vision slowly leaves him, before he gets a grasp on his consciousness, before noticing the knife that was just in his hand is gone. He turns to the slowly approaching elf and notices him holding it.

'Shit...' he curses internally, wondering what's next.

His broken spear is nowhere to be seen, his only other weapon is in his enemies hands, that same enemy can now easily kill Rot, he's only weapon left, and he is missing an arm.

He then remembers the- he assumes, Old Magic the old man performed to create a weapon and briefly wonders if he can copy it, he knows a bit about how mana works at this point.

Its stored in your blood, created by your heart, and you need to get your blood outside your body to use magic, except of course New Magic which doesn't use your own mana.

'Rot did warn me though... I'm assuming him telling me I can blow myself up wasn't a metaphor' he quickly comes to the conclusion that trying is the only way he can win.

But he also doesn't want to risk blowing up his only good arm, after all, the only arm that can regenerate once completely destroyed is his left one, not his right. Raw Magic regeneration isn't that good.

If he loses his right arm its gone. 

So...

"Rot!" he shouts, his summon turning around to look at him, while throwing tree after tree at Zereshk to slow him down.

"Kill yourself!"

Rot looks at Cayenne likes he's crazy, but soon understands he is not joking, so without hesitation, he wraps his one good tail around its own neck, and rotates it sharply, killing itself instantly.

Rot's consciousness returns to Cayenne's mind, and his physical body explodes into a pile of blood that quickly begins glowing, before rushing towards Cayenne, and converging disgustingly back into an arm.

Cayenne then brings his newly reformed left arm to his mouth, takes a bit out of his index finger, and then forces the mana inside his body to flow through that leaking blood.

The blood quickly begins glowing as Cayenne quickly begins imitating what he remembers from the runes Zereshk drew, but as he does he notices the veins on his arm begin pulsing and expanding, before a pain assaults his arm.

A pain so great it overcomes his own pain tolerance, which tells him he is doing something very wrong, but he pushes through.

One stroke down, a trail of blood floats mid air.

Zereshk rushes forward, ready to kill Cayenne right then and there.

One stroke to the left, creating a cross, 4 more strokes, each in different angles, and not even in a 2-D plane, no- each rotated in every single angle they can.

And finally, a circle around everything.

The completed runes glow blood red, or more red than the blood that makes them up already are, showing his success.

Then Cayenne, letting out a roar of pure rage, digs his left arm deep into the dirt below as Zereshk finally reaches him, and swings his sword in an upper slash, aiming to slice him clean in half.

Silence.

Then the rune mid air vanishes, as the misuse of Old Magic destroys Cayenne's left arm, causing it to explode the second the spell manifests itself, blowing a hole in the bedrock and launching a spear made of solid stone out of the hole and into his right hand.

As his left arm begins regenerating, and using that spear and the mass of dust and dirt everywhere to hide himself he swings his spear in a wide arc, covered by the debris where he thinks Zereshk is.

He feels resistance, then nothing at all. A arm flies into the air, as Cayenne backs up, waiting to once again summon Rot once his arm fully regenerates, or try and use that other spell Zereshk used on his sword.

The dust clears, and there stands Zereshk, missing his right arm, holding his sword in the other.

The final showdown.

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Bow down my subjects! Praise me! Submit yourselves to me! Give me your offerings of stones, and you shall be free of my wrath!

Anyway.

 I fucking love this chapter, took me a while to write it though. I can usually write a chapter in around 20 minutes, but this took me nearly two hours just cus I wanted to get everything right.