The Strongest Pt. 4

On the other side of the room.

Zadkiel laughed in amusement as he pushed Moriarty back with the fast and unstoppable strikes of his Sai's.

Moriarty barely stopped the attacks with the sturdy shaft of his spear, but his body had visible blood stains from the hits he had taken.

Meanwhile, Zadkiel looked clean—not a single dirt in his white robes. 

"What's wrong, Moriarty?" Zadkiel moved fluidly, like he was dancing. "I thought you wanted to defeat me. Prove me wrong that you aren't the same loser as back then!"

Moriarty scoffed and stabbed his spear powerfully forward, but then Zadkiel easily sidestepped the attack and countered with a swift kick to Moriarty's chest.

The kick sent Moriarty flying across the room, crashing into the wall made out of black rock.

"Ptui!" Moriarty spat out blood from his mouth as he struggled to stand straight.

'Calm down, Moriarty!'

The soul shouted inside his mind.