Withering Flower’s gaze was locked on the charming abomination in front of him.
I have to win. He thought to himself as he delivered the first punch. But how?
A torrent of small spectral blades shot forth from his gauntlets.
Thomas dodged the attack effortlessly. Right after, his right hand fired out for a counterattack.
Fast… too fast.
Withering Flower drained his focus as he sidestepped the attack into a counter of his own.
Thomas was not one to shy away. This time he chose not to dodge, he caught the armored fist with his bare hand. He drew in the fist as his left went for a stab towards the visor of the knight.
The Withering Flower did not fight back. He decided to use the vampire’s immense force against it.
He activated his armor's specialty.
Withering Flower.
Thomas left hand stabbed straight through the helmet into…
“Nothing?” Thomas muttered in surprise.
He felt his grip on the knight’s fist loosen.
What came right after was a direct hit to the back of his head. Before he could recover, he felt his chest hollow out.
“Go to hell, demon.” The stale voice beared down on him from his back.
There, Withering Flower stood with his left arm, covered in Withering energy, peeking through Thomas’s chest.
Specifically, his heart area.
Clean and efficient… easier than expected, still…
He turned to leave as soon as the signs of Thomas’s body desecrating appeared.
Do not linger too long…
Just.
He felt his body weaken, as his vision spun.
In the little more moments he experienced living, he saw the desecrating body of Thomas slowly turn to a blood puddle.
While the actual Thomas stared straight into the eyes of his body-less head. And said, “I lied. I never stopped using blood power.”
The High Lady…
Those were Withering Flower’s last thoughts before darkness.
…
Thomas tossed the head to the ground. No particular emotions were felt. As a vampire with more than five centuries to his name, he had killed his fair share of Knights.
Even Blessed ones had fallen to him, a mere Named Knight is not worth much of his time.
The real kicker in this field of meats was both the little tickle and the Power Holder.
Power Holders are really hard to kill, especially the stronger ones.
He looked over to the Power Holder’s battlefield.
“Tch, mist is such a stupid power to control.” Thomas scoffed. He could not exactly see through the must covered area into the heart of the fight.
“Ah, who cares, Racheal and Philip would deal with it anyway.”
Switching his point of focus, he saw Jonathan toying with the High Warrior meant to be protecting the High Lady.
Most of the other humans in the vicinity were dead, killed by the other lackey vampires.
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“Wait.” Thomas paused.
Things were not right.
A lot of the bodies he thought were of the humans were actually of his underlings.
They were all dead.
“What happened in the short span of my fight?”
His gaze roamed the camp in search of Pedric. The one who was meant to be in charge of taking care of the spear thrower and also cleaning up the camp.
His face froze up as his gaze finally landed him.
Or rather the dead body of his beloved comrade.
Thomas flashed through the camp and appeared by his side.
Pined to the ground with two short spears, Pedric's body had completely desecrated.
It was too short of an amount of time.
He was caught off guard, Thomas could tell.
Plus the speed of desecration also told another story.
A Blessed.
“The spear thrower.” Thomas spat out in hate.
…
Zain stood in front of the shocked Jentra.
“That was… fast.” Jentra finally managed to get words out of his mouth. “Too fast.”
“I caught him completely off guard. I guess he was not expecting someone like me to be here.” Zain shrugged.
He then completely ignored Jentra and crouched near Cera.
“What are you doing?” He asked, watching her squeeze the blood from her lightly cut wrist into an injured warrior’s mouth.
“Healing them.” Cera answered with a roughed up voice. “Doing my part… if I can't help in the fighting…”
“i get it. Guilty conscience.” Zain interrupted.
Cera paused, she took a brief look up at Zain, then got back to it.
“Should you not be protecting the High Lady?” Jentra finally managed to ask the question, bugging his mind.
“I am.” Zain answered.
“What?” Jentra was taken back.
He looked over to the High Lady who was about to piss her pants from the fright that the High Warrior and the vampire’s fight was.
“I mean she is still alive, but for how long?” He could not understand.
Zain stared at him for a while, then ignored him. He looked over to see that the injured warrior was recovering at an astonishing pace.
“Woah.” Jentra was stunned.
“If he dies with your blood in him, will he turn?” Zain suddenly asked.
Cera froze at the question.
Then.
“No. Warriors and Knights in general have resistance against demonic powers. They can never turn…” she left the rest unsaid.
“Okay.” Zain nodded.
He stood up, completely ignoring the stunned Jentra, turned on his heels and slapped out.
His aura covered right hand waved through the air at a normal speed but managed to deflect the blurring red dot approaching.
“It is you!” Thomas had his hand folded behind him as he stared down Zain. His blood armour was back on, in addition were two red longswords strapped to his side.
“Me?” Zain tilted his head in ignorance.
“You killed my comrade.” Thomas spat out. The anger he masked leaked out a bit.
“Yeah, he completely underestimated me. Killed him in a single attack.” Zain replied.
“Then I added a spear to make sure he was dead.” He added with a smirk.
“I will kill you, small brat.” Thomas sucked a deep breath in and said in the most normal tone he could muster.
“You wish to, but I highly doubt your capabilities.” Zain shook his head.
“Your status as a Restricted of a small kingdom such as this might have gotten to your head.” Thomas was not willing to let such a statement slide. “Do you know who stands in front of you?”
“An old vampire who is at least twenty times my age. Nothing special.” Zain answered unhurriedly.
“Arrogance shall be the fall of you.” Thomas snickered.
At that moment, laughter erupted from the opposing duo’s back.
“A heavenly prodigy shall never fall.”
The words between the laughter silenced the whole camp.
Thomas looked back to see Jonah floating in the sky, half his body already in mist form.
“Zain, I do not have the mind or power to get myself involved in whatever his majesty has stuck his foot in.”
Jonah addressed Zain.
“I shall leave here to you. I mean you don’t need my help. Cause it doesn't matter to you anyways, come ten, come a hundred, they shall all fall. Right?”
Zain stared at the man for a second, before he shrugged. “I guess.”
“Even if you can't kill them, they sure can't keep you here, that I know. So, till we meet again my comrade.” Jonah bowed in the air as his form dispersed. “May God bless me as he has blessed you.”
(Chapter End.)
Character Cards:
Bloodborn Racheal:
Name: Racheal Silas.
Species: Vampire.
Age: Seven Hundred and sixty (760).
Affiliation: The Bloodborn Line - Blood Progenitor.
Status: Bloodborn Ancient.
Talent: -
Ability(s):
Vampire General Abilities (Mid-Lvl)
Blood Manipulation (Super)
Lifesteal.
Blood World.
Blood Clone.
Blood Magic/Arts (Super).
Weapon Summoning {Blood-forged} (Super)
Partial Transfiguration (Blood-form) (Super)
Strength Evaluation: Ascendant (Strong).
Bloodborn Pedric:
Name: Pedric Granite.
Species: Vampire.
Age: Seven Hundred and thirty three (733).
Affiliation: The Bloodborn Line - Blood Progenitor.
Status: Bloodborn Ancient.
Talent: -
Ability(s):
Vampire General Abilities (Mid-Lvl)
Blood Manipulation (Super)
Lifesteal.
Blood Clone.
Blood Magic/Arts (Super).
Weapon Summoning {Blood-forged} (Super)
Partial Transfiguration (Blood-form) (Super)
Strength Evaluation: Ascendant (Weak).
World Building Notes:
Knight Armor.
The main difference between a Knight and a High Warrior.
It is more than just their defense against the harness of the world. It is also their prestige.
Even their identity.
A Named Knight’s name is derived from either the specialty or the name of the Armor they are bestowed in the naming ceremony.
Though, the defense it brings is nothing to scoff about. It is said a Named Knight’s armor can hold against direct hits from an adult dragon.
