On the far side of the battlefield, the fight between Varick and Jaron was finally reaching its end.
They had been locked in combat for some time, and Varick had finally gained the upper hand in the fight.
Jaron's body was a mess–riddled with deep cuts. One of his arms had been cut off with blood still gushing profusely from the wound.
Varick wasn't unscathed either. His chest armour was caved in as if he had been struck by a battering ram. Quite a few of his ribs were broken. Thankfully, none had pierced any of his vital organs. But the injuries he received were considerable.
Letting out a roar, Varick spun his spear rapidly as bursts of flames drifted outwards. His body was covered in a fiery glow as he exploded forward, thrusting his spear with all the strength he could muster.
Jaron, who had been on the back foot, was too slow to react. Sparks flew as the spear slid past his hammer and plunged into his chest.
Channelling flames into the wound, Jaron's chest radiated a reddish glow.
"Arghh." Jaron groaned in pain as his heart was incinerated by the flames, his body collapsing to the ground, lifeless.
Breathing heavily, Varick pulled his spear out, leaning on it for support. The fight had been a close one. But it wasn't over yet.
The battle still raged, and he knew he had to continue fighting to ensure victory.
...
Within the enemy line. A fight had just begun. A fight that was going to decide the outcome of the battle.
Alexander and his summons were engaged in a brutal clash with Dylan.
Despite the nullification of his magic, Dylan proved to be a formidable opponent. Their fight was in a stalemate as neither was able to overpower the other. Also, he had changed tactics to avoid getting caught like the first time.
Not far, another battle raged fiercely.
It was the fight between Ren and the Drakarhold General, Freya. With her ice powers cancelled out, Freya was left with her sword skills, but still she struggled to match the attacks of The Executioner.
They danced across the landscape as they battled, swords flashing. Ren's form was mostly based on bursts of speed while Freya relied more on raw strength and instincts. Yet she couldn't help but curse silently.
One watching the fight would assume Ren's only edge was his speed, but they would be gravely mistaken.
Ren's blow rattled her bones. Yet she pressed on, eyes scanning for a way out of her current predicament.
Meanwhile, Alexander and his summons weren't having it easy. His summons fought relentlessly, regenerating from every blow received.
Dylan, on the other hand, fought fiercely, ignoring minor wounds and mostly focused on defence.
Alexander couldn't help but curse his luck. He knew he couldn't do much in the fight. At the same time, the hunger pangs he went through amidst the fight weren't helping at all.
Seeing an opening, Alexander charged forward, sword raised high. Just as he was about to strike, a wave of pain surged through his entire being, causing him to miss.
Clutching his stomach, he stumbled. "Dammit!" He groaned, struggling to retreat.
Dylan didn't let go of the opportunity as he lunged forward, swinging his mace.
He neglected the summons strikes while protecting his vitals.
His mace came down, slamming into Alexander.
Alexander managed to lift his sword, barely blocking the attack. The impact had sent him flying.
"Ughh," he groaned as he crashed down, bouncing across the ground. Coughing out blood, he struggled to rise.
"Dammit!" Collapsing on the ground, he clutched his head as the pain assaulted him once again.
The pain was a strange one. It felt like something was crawling through his skull and tearing at his mind. The dual sensation–his gut writhing and his head pounding–threatened to tear him apart.
The pain clouded his senses and was getting worse.
He needed a solution. Fast.
He wanted to be the one to end him.Dylan needed to die by his own hands. The grudge was a personal one.
After all, the bastard had killed him once and now, was trying again.
"Why don't you just drink his blood." A voice hissed in his mind.
"The bastard deserves it."
Whispers assaulted his mind as he struggled to regain himself.
"I bet his blood tastes nice... let's have a sip."
"Come on, just one little sip...."
"Arghh, shut up!" Alexander snarled. His eyes blazed red as his body began to change.
His fingernails lengthened into claws. His teeth sharpened, his canines growing unnaturally long.
'Dammit! I don't have much time left. Less than five minutes left before the rune deactivates.'
He feverishly searched his mind, looking for a way to end the battle.
Yet his senses were screaming another thing.
Blood! Its scent was overwhelming now. The battlefield reeked of it. He could hear the heartbeat of thousands of humans at once.
"Arghhhh!"
His eyes burned crimson, hunger taking over.
Holding his sword became a struggle as his claws interfered. His mouth throbbed with taste.
"For fuck sake! I'm this close. I can't let this screw with my plans."
He soon realised his summons were healing slowly. Eventually they stopped healing entirely.
Alexander was already in a state of frenzy, his attacks appearing to be more beast–like.
"I can't... I... I need to unsummon them... before he destroys them." His thoughts came sluggishly as he forcefully unsummoned Rohr and Joro.
His mind went blank as pain surged once again. That brief moment was all Dylan needed.
With a vicious swing, Dylan's mace crushed Lin's head, destroying the Blood summon beyond repair.
With his regeneration gone, he crumbled to the ground, dissipating into red mist.
"No... No... No!!"
The system whispered in his ear as if confirming his death.
[The blood Knight, Lin has been destroyed...]
A strange force struck his mind causing him to let go of the little control he held onto.
Dylan had a wide grin as he charged forward, his eyes gleaming excitedly. "I'm so gonna rip you apart!"
Alexander body shot forward, crashing into the charging Dylan. They tumbled across the ground, struggling fiercely.
Dylan soon realised –something was wrong. Alexander's grip was like iron, locking him into place.
Being so close to Dylan's neck. Feeling the blood pulse through the artery. Alexander couldn't hold back anymore.
With a snarl, his jaws opened, his elongated fangs sinking deep into Dylan's neck...