59 The Beast of War

Kira looked at Draig gobsmacked, he couldn't believe that he had provoked his Master by merely displaying his ability. However from the look in the young Feratu's eyes he knew that there was no way to talk his way out of the situation at hand.

"I am not sure what I have done to provoke you but if that is your wish then as your servant, I cannot refuse your demands" stated the Old wolf as he seemed to regain his breath and took his stance causing excitement to be heard among those who were watching.

Draig smiled, not his normal smile of cruelty or one that would promise pain but one of genuine excitement. He longed for this kind of challenge, he wanted to know how he would match up against someone who could unleash such a devastating force.

Alas this was his pride kicking in, he wanted to see if he had come further since his fight with the Aries members. He wanted to know if he could still be considered powerful or if he was just a pauper parading around as a king.

"Then let us begin" stated Draig as his feet placed themselves oddly on the ground while his arms remained still though his claws that flexed ever so dangerously seemed to turn manic in anticipation.

Just as Draig prepared to strike Kira had already acted, the Old wolf's speed was truly nothing to scoff at. Just a slight warping of the air allowed Draig to feel the strike coming and he leaned back barely dodging the strike but it seemed there was more to it than that as he found a gash opening across his chest still.

Kira reappeared in his original position his predatory gaze showing that he was indeed going to fight as the monster he was.

Touching the wound Draig looked at his blood and felt his heart start pumping again, he smiled viciously as he took his charge this time but his speed would be hard pressed to impress this legend on the Battlefield.

A wild lunge with his claws carving the air like a deadly spear Draig found his target missing and instead found another gash opening across his back.

"Master, I ask that you fight me as you have asked me. Fight me as the monster you are" stated Kira looking at Draig with a calm face. It seemed Kira had yet to start his true attack from this statement.

Draig looked at the wolf and hardened his gaze, he stomped the ground causing his own whirlwind as his feet indented the ground launching him forward. Kira saw this and dodged the barrage of jabs and swipes that came his way showing no difficulty in the task.

Kira shook his head in disappointment, he knew he had become stronger since adding the other Bloodline Traits but he hadn't expected Draig to be behind him in power.

Kira spun once and Draig found his side gouged out causing the howls of the crowd to ignite in excitement, this did nothing to ease the Feratu's frustration as he growled angrily.

Dropping to all fours like he had against that mangy Founder of wolves, staying in that position he looked at Kira dangerously. However the Old wolf looked at this stance in disbelief, it was ridiculous in his eyes.

In fact it even gained the chagrin of the Old wolf as he found this to be an insult as if the Feratu was mocking him. He dashed like a mirage his Body flitted in and out along the Battlefield showing multiple figures of the Old wolf.

Draig sneered and struck one but found he only struck air, realizing his mistake he tried to dodge but a vicious kick tore its way through the wind and met the young Vampire launching him across the ground carving a shallow trench. Kira dashed over quickly intending for another strike while Draig was down but instead of a second strike he was met with a head snapping kick that launched him into the air.

"Cant run in the air you mangy dog" chuckled Draig as he leapt up to meet the Old wolf for a second strike but that was for naught.

"That is the case" came Kira's words while Draig was on the rise to meet him.

"But that is only for you" finished Kira as his foot seemed to hit solid ground in the air causing a thunderous crack to be heard as he had appeared back on the ground but this was only the beginning as he ricocheted behind Draig and landed a heavy handed punch to his Master's head planting it into the dirt.

'I can't be this weak' thought Draig as he laid there stars swarming his vision, he recounted all the encounters he had and couldn't help but feel he was a frog in a well.

'Has all my gathering of these abilities been for nothing, my heritage a fraud. Am I not fit to be the Heir of Feratu' Draig heard Kira walking towards him calmly.

His head began to fill with the story the founder had told of his life, the power he had wielded. Draig thought himself to be of the same breed but the Founder could fight Devils and Gods alike and still win but he was here losing to his own subordinate.

'No' thought Draig as he forced his bruised and broken body from the ground, his regeneration for some reason didn't feel like it was working but it was clear it was as his chest stitched back together.

"Master, let's stop this. You have gotten what you wanted" called Kira as he stopped a few feet away from Draig.

"I won't" spat Draig as he once again took up a fighting position though his arms laid slack against his sides.

Kira nodded, he could respect this kind of quality but it was useless if one was dead. That in mind he made the decision to end the battle.

"So be it, forgive me Master" stated Kira as he left Draig's vision once again.

In this moment time seemed to slow down as Draig's eyes were shadowed by his hair.

'Is this all I can do against real strength, is this my limit' thought Draig as his body seemed to give out on him.