Chapter 48: Dallas, The Scum (3)

In the outskirts of the village, a massive dark skinned man that looked like a mush of flesh had veins bulging over his body as his muscles tightened. Abruptly, behind the dark skinned man, a shadow figure suddenly appeared as he turned around.

Swoosh—!

Dallas groaned in agony, his body flailing around in rage. He took a small step back as his gaze wandered warily. Behind his back, small but lethal wounds have accumulated. It burned his flesh and inner organs like embers of fire.

Thinking of a plan, he suddenly raised the long and heavy sword on both of his hands. He tightened his grip on the handle as the muscles of his gigantic arm tightened once more. As he waited, his eyes darted around warily.

Swoosh—

The moment he felt a dark presence behind his back, he instantly swung the large and heavy sword with all his might to the ground. The swing's intensity blew the air, and the ground beneath was destroyed, filled with cracks from the sheer force.

As soon as the air was blown, a dark figure was thrown flying from his back by the impact he had caused.

"There you are!" Dallas shouted in glee, his eyes following over to the dark figure from a distance. Without a moment of rest, he suddenly turned around as he enlarged and manipulated the muscles in his feet.

The fibers of muscles in his feet tightened, and dark green veins bulged up his legs. Suddenly, he moved. In that instant, he vanished like a blur as he ran, blitzing to the flying dark figure.

Dallas grinned, his large hands reaching out to the leg of the dark figure. However, before he could grasp the figure's legs, his body suddenly warned him of immense danger as he felt a shiver went down his spine.

He quickly retrieved his arm and warily took a step back. While was he pondering, his eyes caught a glimpse of a pink bolt flying through the air at lightning speed.

"What was that...?" Dallas muttered, uncertain. His eyes narrowed in confusion. He looked at the direction on where the attack came from, there he spotted a blonde haired man holding a shining bright rope on his hand.

"...He dodged it." Rio muttered from a distance, his hands masterfully controlling the thread of light towards the flying dark figure.

'Heh, atleast you saved that friend of yours.' Faust commented as he lazily floated in the air.

Rio wordlessly nodded. Suddenly, he gripped his hand tightly. From a distance, the bright thread of light aligned with his hand, the thread silently floated around the body of the dark figure as it suddenly constrained it.

"Ah!" Ciel groaned in misery, his body tightening as a bright rope of light constrained him from moving.

Rio silently drew the thread of light towards him. The rope followed his hand as it slowly receded from the distance, along with it was the all familiar agent, pitifully struggling to escape the tight binds.

After a few seconds later, the thread of light came back to Rio's body. The dark figure groaned, his body struggling to escape the binding thread of light, "...You can release me now,"

"All right," Rio nodded in agreement. He snapped his finger, making the the thread of light abruptly vanish in the air.

Thud—!

The dark figure fell to the ground as soon as the rope on his body dissapeared. Ciel grumbled in annoyance as he stared at Rio, "Couldn't you be more gentle...?"

"Don't sweat it," Rio answered, his eyes shifting to the dark skinned mush of muscled from the distance. He reached out his hand to the agent "Besides, you still have someone to deal with."

"Oh yeah," Ciel spoke, his mind dawning in a realization. He grabbed the hand of the blonde haired man as he got up, "What's the plan?"

"Just spare me some time," Rio answered, his body turning around in a hurry, "I can handle him, given my magical reserves come back. I think."

Ciel hesitantly nodded as looked at the man run to a distance once more. He shook his head, shifting his eyes to the blitzing dark skinned man nearing him.

"You're not getting away easily!" Dallas shouted, his hand gripping the long, heavy sword's handle tightly. He ran so fast that he appeared like a blur from Ciel's eyes. In the instant he arrived at Ciel, he swung his large and heavy sword to the ground.

"....Don't worry," Ciel responded, his body abruptly dissapearing like an illusion as soon as the sword lowered. Before the sword could even graze his body. He vanished, blending into the darkness as he appeared behind the large muscle man's back, "I'm not going to run away anyway."

Swoosh—!

"Argh..!!" Dallas screamed in pain, as a sharp blade sliced his skin from the back neatly. He couldn't see his back, but he was sure that it was riddled of neatly cut wounds that were enveloped by small dark embers.

He was right. His back was covered of small neatly cut wounds, accumulated from the silent sneaky attacks of the dark figure. As dark blood oozed out from the back and slid down to the ground, it all formed a gruesome image of a devil.

"Huff..." Dallas gruffed, forcing himself to ignore the pain of his back. He took a step back, raising both of his hands that held the long and heavy sword. However, before he could even swing the sword, his body suddenly screamed in terror as his instincts flared, warning him of danger.

Suddenly, before he could even move to react against the imminent danger, a flying pink bolt flew through the air at lightning speed. In that precise moment, it struck his head, forcing him to take a step backwards.

His thoughts exploded into pieces, turning his state of psyche into a disorganized jitter, in effect his mind became a chaotic mess. His mind ached, and the magical energy flowing through his body was disrupted. Dallas clenched his teeth and spoke, "No...! Not yet..!"

Suprisingly, in sheer force of will, he forcefully re-arranged his thoughts in an orderly manner as he calmed his mind. He shook his head as he ignored the aching of his psyche. Without pause, he suddenly brought down the large and heavy sword to the ground.

Crack—! Rumble—!

The ground shook as it crumbled to pieces from the might the man brought forth. Suddenly, a dark figure abruptly appeared mid-air as the figure was blown away from sheer force.

"Not so fast!" Dallas shouted, his hand reaching out to the leg of the dark figure. He grasped the leg tightly, pulling the figure to his body.

Crack—!

A loud ominous breaking sound resounded, the dark figure screamed in agony as the bones of his legs cracked from the tight grasp of muscular man.

"You think I would kill you easily?" Dallas spoke, his lips forming a wicked grin as he laughed in glee. He grabbed the dark figure's throat, raising Ciel to the air, "Never! You have to suffer for destroying everything!"

"Ha..ha..ha.." Ciel panted, his body aching in immense pain. This was bad. He got caught. He bit his lip, forcing himself to stay awake and conscious. His consciousness was slowly losing, while his eyes were closing. The pain was simply too much for his body. Despite the pain, he cursed "Fuck...you..."

"Huh? What did you say?" Dallas asked mockingly, his hands forming a tight fist as the muscles of his arm enlarged and strengthened. "Could you repeat that?"

"Dam— Gahk!" Ciel answered before choking on his words as a fist struck his solar plexus. He coughed, vomiting out dark blood to the ground, "Ha...ha...argh.."

"What? I couldn't hear you," Dallas spoke with a wicked grin, while his hands were tightly grasping the man's throat as he choked it, "I would have normally killed you at this point, but considering how much you put me through?"

"Wh— Argh!" Ciel tried to speak out, but alas the man struck him again. His body ached in pain while his insides were in a bleeding mess.

"You aren't going to get away with a painless death," Dallas chuckled, his hands forming a tight fist once more. However, before he could strike, a pink bolt suddenly shot through the air at lightning speed, "Wh—"

In that instant, he let go of his hand and retreated backwards. He jumped, retreating from the unexpected attack as the pink bolt flew at lightning fast speed, missing him completely. Dallas grunted, his gaze shifting to where the attack came from, "Dammit...!"

Thud—!

Ciel's body fell to the ground as soon as Dallas let go. Beside him, a figure appeared. The figure was a blonde haired man, his serene black eyes coldly looking over the agent's body.

"You....re...he— Gahk!" Ciel spoke before choking in pain, coughing out dark blood from his mouth. He put a hand over his aching stomach. It had been a while since he got injured so heavily, the last time it happened was during his first high profile mission.

"...Don't talk," Rio spoke, his eyes closing. His magical reserves had finally recovered. No more running away, it was time to finish this long battle.

'I'm counting on you Faust,' Rio expressed quietly.

'Naturally, If I can't teach you to beat a meager weakling then what kind of Master am I?' Faust scoffed as he hovered behind the blonde haired man.

Hearing that, Rio chuckled. His lips forming a small smirk on his face.

"..What's so funny?" Dallas asked, his eyes narrowing in wariness.

"...Nothing," Rio answered, opening his eyes. He stared at the dark skinned man while his smirk continued to grow. The wind suddenly blew, as his clothes flew alongside it, he continued, "Absolutely nothing at all."

And then, Rio moved.