10-16-2015, 01:14 AM
The demon wore a smile on his face as he began limping toward the deserter's flag, it was a tough fight, but he did it. He beat an opponent who managed to push him to his limits, one that survived being burned alive, and even begin stabbed an cut open numerous times. Now he could rest, recover, and have another fight soon! Or so he thought. The Sound of metal made his heart skip a beat. Rin froze, barely able to bring himself to turn around, only to see a terrifying sight. Tartaros, the man who he assumed was dead, was walking. The flames from Kurikara still eating away at his flesh as he drew the axe from his side.
How could this be? The fact that someone has taken so much damage to their body, and still push themselves to keep fighting as if nothing happened? it just didn't make sense to Rin, especially since he was still being burnt alive. Who could explain this? Apparently, Tartaros could. Soon after all of the exorcist's questions ran through his mind, the beast spoke. "Heh, guess so..." Was the only response Rin could get in before the man began charging at him with the axe held high above his head.
"Shit, shit, shit!" There was no time to escape, his body was far too injured, the pain too great. The only thing he could do was move slightly to the side before the head of the giant's axe struck his back, covering the metal in a crimson liquid as it ripped through the demon's flesh. Both combatants stood in silence, the audience suppressing any other noises with their cries of approval. It took what felt like hours before the men who were seemingly frozen in time moved, as the axe slid from Tartaros' hand, causing the demon to fall. A cloud of ash surrounded the boy as his body hit the charred earth beneath him, landing with a thud.
Tartaros' arm fell to his side, the inside of his armor still a blazing inferno from when the boy had stabbed him. A faint laugh echoed from within his shell, and moments later, the armored giant fell as well. Metal clanking as it struck other pieces of the man's gear as he slowly dropped to the ground in the opposite direction the demon did. The blue inferno that surrounded Rin and consumed Tartaros slowly began to die down, seemingly at the same time as each other. As the blue flame made by the exorcist died down, the arena's ground could be seen clearly again, stained red by the blood of both the combatants, and charred black by the flames of the demon. The crowd looked on, knowing that the winner would now be decided by whoever stood up next.
How could this be? The fact that someone has taken so much damage to their body, and still push themselves to keep fighting as if nothing happened? it just didn't make sense to Rin, especially since he was still being burnt alive. Who could explain this? Apparently, Tartaros could. Soon after all of the exorcist's questions ran through his mind, the beast spoke. "Heh, guess so..." Was the only response Rin could get in before the man began charging at him with the axe held high above his head.
"Shit, shit, shit!" There was no time to escape, his body was far too injured, the pain too great. The only thing he could do was move slightly to the side before the head of the giant's axe struck his back, covering the metal in a crimson liquid as it ripped through the demon's flesh. Both combatants stood in silence, the audience suppressing any other noises with their cries of approval. It took what felt like hours before the men who were seemingly frozen in time moved, as the axe slid from Tartaros' hand, causing the demon to fall. A cloud of ash surrounded the boy as his body hit the charred earth beneath him, landing with a thud.
Tartaros' arm fell to his side, the inside of his armor still a blazing inferno from when the boy had stabbed him. A faint laugh echoed from within his shell, and moments later, the armored giant fell as well. Metal clanking as it struck other pieces of the man's gear as he slowly dropped to the ground in the opposite direction the demon did. The blue inferno that surrounded Rin and consumed Tartaros slowly began to die down, seemingly at the same time as each other. As the blue flame made by the exorcist died down, the arena's ground could be seen clearly again, stained red by the blood of both the combatants, and charred black by the flames of the demon. The crowd looked on, knowing that the winner would now be decided by whoever stood up next.
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