That horrifying sound, something exploding, shattering and falling to the ground, made Venix look over his shoulder. His eyes widened, water had burst out from trees, as though forcibly ripped from deep inside their hearts. Water that was now speeding along the ground towards him.
They have a Teigu.
He hadn’t ever fought someone else who possessed one of these weapons before. but seeing this sort of ability left no doubt in his mind as to what sort of foe he was facing. The empire was getting serious about hunting him. They must have realized that nobody but another Teigu user would be able to take me down. He shook his head. No time to think about that. Focus on taking them down.
He took a sharp turn to the right, hopefully hiding him from view for at least a moment, and hopefully increasing the distance between him and those rivulets of water. Venix had no interest in seeing what they could do if they reached him.
But fleeing was the last thing on Venix’s mind, and he turned sharply once more, double back at the group from an angle. He was outnumbered, facing at least one foe with a weapon to equal his own, and all three were obviously skilled enough to not be taken out in his first blow, but he hadn’t been able to lose their trail before, he knew he wouldn’t lose it now. No, now he had to finish them off before they killed him.
Stay hidden, don’t get surrounded, strike fast, then vanish. It was a way of fighting that had seen him through every battle, even ones with seemingly impossible odds. A strange, haunting melody began to fill the air, and he forced himself to ignore whatever it was, as before, he didn’t have time to question it.
It was a repeat of his opening strike. Jumping in as quick as he could, and striking at the old man while the spirit slashed at the large one. But he did not break off after his first attack. He stayed to make a second, then a third, a quick flurry of blows to test the old man’s skills. The sword wielding spirit was slightly slower, vanishing after Venix’s first strike, and appearing again for another attack from the brute’s opposite side, in time with Venix’s third blow.
⊰ Through the shadows, swift as his little frame will take him, Nyau dips and dodges while blowing into that flute of his. A melody laced with a tugging, nagging desire for rest. A desire to just fall and sleep, to forget the world’s troubles and take a selfish moment of solitude. The little lad does not dare let even a glimmer of himself show, absolute faith in his comrades, in the ex-general he’d come to work with.
At the moment of attack, the large man in fact, did not aim for the spirits slashing at him. He brought his giant axe up and angled it straight down on the attacker themselves, right in front of his swinging blade to halt any further attempts at attack. As his axe hit the ground, a loud metallic clang sounded as it split into two. Now a pair of battle axes, he swung with his left hand around the leg of the man they’d been pursuing.
The old man made a quick backstep, acutely aware of the incoming attack. He noticed the axe-wielder’s move in his defense, and made a rapid adjustment of his own to defend his comrade. He remembered the spirit’s attack from earlier, how it had appeared just as their opponent swung. He felt the ring on his hand grow slightly heavy as his water cracked against the ground and shot straight up into the blade belonging to both spirits, offsetting their trajectory.
The brute did not totally escape damage though. Slow as the spectre may be, the attacks it gave still came from unpredictable angles. The water wielder did the best he could to offset the possible injuries.
“Annoying little brat, aren’t you?!” The brute said, almost in complete ignorance of the gentle trickle of blood down his back.
“At least this won’t be easy, winning by a landslide is a good way to get lazy,” he said, a playful smile on his canines.
The old man narrowed his eyes once more, bark continuing to be shredded around them, the grass beneath them turning brown, as water became almost like a rapid river, a thin and fast current encapsulating them in a half-sphere of death.
“Boy, we’re not here to kill you,” the old man said, “surrender and we can return you to our lady with minimal injury.” ⊱
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