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[Gilgamesh]

The demon advanced upon Crocodile's position, his guttural growling resonating through the library’s isles. His heavy steps, cracking the floor beneath him. The grip on the King’s lungs let up and his mind became much more clear. He was grateful that he was able to think of more words than ‘Kill’. The black creep on his skin began to harmlessly shed itself onto the floor as if he were a snake shedding its old skin. Suddenly, Gilgamesh stopped in his tracks to embrace and enjoy a breath of air, revealing a smile on his lips that would suggest he had not been able to breathe for quite some time. He turned his head to see the two Magus culling their numbers by themselves.

“It would seem that ‘I’ was able to even the odds of that fight.” Gilgamesh he spoke with a sly, silky tone. A few seconds passed before he winced, a slight wave of nausea washed over him, along with a stinging reminder of Crocodile’s sucker punch. He, however, had no recollection of the injury and had to deduce it himself. The turning cogs of his head slowly made the connection that the source of the injury was from the resident hook-owner.

He scowled at Crocodile, “You have proved yourself to be quite the gnat. Hopefully, swatting you will give me some enjoyment."  The prone Croc just looked at Gil with unwavering silence. The illusion next to the Desert Con-Man seemed to have had an affect on him. Gil walked up to him, Croc’s lips pursed together and his eyes glancing back and forth from Gilgamesh and the illusion. Without pause, Gilgamesh backhanded Croc across the face, leaving a large red mark on his cheek that would later bruise. This blow, changed no expression in Croc’s face. Gil’s eyebrow twitched with rage. Although he loved to be in powerful positions, it was humiliating to be ‘gifted’ this opportunity. He wanted to be the one in power and the one who incites fear.

He snarled at the seemingly obstinate warrior before him, drawing out a sword and pointing it at his throat. Croc’s eyes looked defiantly up into Gil’s, speaking louder than words ever could. With a swift motion the King rammed the butt of his sword into Croc’s head, driving him further to the floor, clutching his head. The Gilded King gathered spit in his mouth before lobbing it onto the prone combatant. With a quick stomp, Gilgamesh put his boot on Croc’s face, rubbing his dirt-crusted boot into Croc’s face. With a harsh shove, Gilgamesh kicked off Croc’s face and stared into Croc’s still defying gaze.

“It isn’t worth defiling my blade with your blood.”  Gilgamesh turned from Croc, and began to walk towards the brawl of Magi. “You are a nuisance. Nothing more.”His voice spoke with disdain as he walked to the real threat to the Library. The image of pillars exploding was caught in Gilgamesh’s peripheral vision.

The Gilded King opened an array of portals, the broken walls of the library allowed for the sunlight to cascade over the glittering weaponry. “You mongrels still dare destroy this Library?!” Gilgamesh questioned the two magi, drawing no attention from either of them. The two fighters continued to concentrated on their blows, paying no mind to the egotistical King. His eyebrows furrowed and he clenched his fists in rage. “How dare insects like you ignore a God like me?! The only acceptable penance will be death!” Gilgamesh screamed, his breathes exasperated in rage. His golden weaponry fired, scratching the two primes and embedding themselves into the floor. The impact threw up dust, forcing the primes to cough. As the dust settled, the Ex-Enigma had disappeared from sight.

“NO! Where are you Tearen?!” Strazio screamed, looking around for his old teacher and then directed his rage at Gilgamesh. “You!” He pointed his finger at Gilgamesh accusingly, before advancing. Outstretching his hand, bolts of magik shot out. The hot white energy shot into Gil’s stomach, forcing him to take a knee. Gil quickly drew his sword and readied himself for the full rage of Strazio.

As the two came closer, Gilgamesh let out a harsh slash at the man’s arm attempting to weaken him. Much to his satisfaction, he felt the steel slice through the Mage’s bicep cleanly. This smug feeling lasted for half a second as Strazio’s unblocked fist stuck Gilgamesh in the chest, forcing him across the room. Skidding across the ground, Gilgamesh eventually came to a stop. Getting onto one knee, Gilgamesh dusted himself off. His body ached and screamed for him to stop but he couldn’t let these cur get away with this type of defiance. They all would pay with their blood.

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