Pissing Me Off

Vania! Cease Avarice this instant and focus back onto my battle screen! I don't have to analyze or use Duncan's power now, so give it rest first.

"Understood, halting the skill of Avarice..." said Vania, clearing out my screen in time to see Duncan charging at me with his scythe.

I thanked the stars that I blocked his oversized scythe. Otherwise, I would've been hit back to see my ancestors. As we backed away from the clash, Duncan decided to impress me by swinging his scythe around as if playing tricks for a four-year-old.

After spinning the scythe for several rounds, I finally understood what he was doing as Duncan twirled over to me to deliver a random kick to my face. Had Vania not warned me, I would've been kicked in the face by some kid. Instead, as I dodged, I backflipped away only to head into danger.

Duncan was right there, waiting for me with a new weapon in his hand. I was super confused when my blade was clashing with a set of scales instead. It was coated in gold but still had the same skeletal motif as the scythe from before. I placed a hand on the blade and got ready.

"Whirlwind Of The Undead King!" I shouted as a tornado of bright green and dark purple Elemental Energy tunneled out of my blade, pushing the kid away from me.

I thought the scales would be complex for Duncan to use as a weapon, but I was dead wrong since he swung those scales as if they were his favorite childhood toy. I was nearly hit by one of the scales, and if those things touched my head, I would be put out of commission.

Now that I thought about it, I was sure that Duncan's fighting style was similar to a Berserker's since there was no intention or sanity behind those attacks. And talk about random, each time I thought he would strike, he backed away and attacked me from another angle.

One that it was almost impossible to foresee, such as my toe instead of my leg or my side, when he could have taken my heart out. Was he taunting me?

"Why are you aiming at useless points of my body when you should be taking my life?" I asked as we were a distance away from each other.

"Of course not. I don't intend to kill you now since I would probably get scolded by Mother Mavislin," said the boy of Darkness while he rolled his eyes at me.

"If you make me see the whites of your eyes again, I'll make sure to let you see the whites of heaven's gates! The whole point of this fight was to prove to me that you can take a life! Now you're making me pissed off for wasting my time!" I yelled, leaping back into action.

"But my eyes don't have whites-"

Before Duncan could say anything, I unleashed a flurry of attacks on the boy without giving him any chance to take a break. The sheer power with every strike was enough to make a bear's head divorce its neck, yet Duncan could block everyone.

As I added more pressure in the last swing, the scales broke, making Duncan vulnerable. I managed to bring my blade before Duncan could comprehend what was happening to him. Landing a giant slash across the boy's abdomen should have brought him down.

I said 'should have' because, to my utter horror, I found that the boy was laughing maniacally as his hands and half his body was drenched in blood. Oh no, Mavislin is witnessing this battle, right? Unfortunately, my healing isn't that good, so I'm praying that the Valkyrie would lend a hand.

But first, I have to address the bloodied laughing boy. Duncan looked like he was tasting music and seeing smells with the expression he was pulling off. The kid then looked at me, causing me to feel a chill run down my spine. So that's the terror of seeing the Dementor Pillar.

As blood trickled down his crimson-coated hands, Duncan quickly raised his hands to his face while crossing his arms as if pulling onto something.

"Blood Mastery: Onyx Threads," called out Duncan as his blood turned black and the dripping blood turned into strings.

I instantly backed away as Duncan pulled on the thread and tried to slash me by moving his hands. Then, out of my eye, I noticed that one of the threads was strong enough to slice an oak tree's trunk. I'm in for a ride now, and I don't plan to end up at God's front door yet.

I forced my body to turn 180 degrees and faced the threads head-on. I was met with a net of slicing black threads as I did.