He lunges at me but I pulled myself to the side.

I throw three card like objects at him but he moves out of the way.

They are in fact pieces of frozen blood and collide with the ground beneath him. It slows him down and freezes the ice beneath him. It is also at this point I focus the blood rain and launch the drops at him.

His outer layer of skin is shredded. And his blood rains everywhere. I feel a few drop fall on my face. But he picks himself up and charges me. He just too slow to reach me due to the ice and current injuries.

I fire a few blood ords but their just to draw some distance between us.

Then I call a wall of blood ice and like a spear it rises from the blood beneath his body and pieces his abdomen. But it shatters because he slams the hilt of his sword against it. Then he moves forward and I repeat this process.

During the second time both the blood rain and frozen blood had caused his visibly aged body to slow even more.

This whole time I am chanting. My technique requires a few conditions to work. The first is a lot of blood. The spell blood rain is handling. And the second is a long unbroken chant. That I have just finished.

The blood pools around him rotating around him and are holding him in place. Then a body made of bone rises from what should have been a two centimeter think pool of blood at his feets. This figure is tall approximately 30 meters in height with 8 twenty meter long arms as well as many ribs protecting a beating heart made of blood. A long spin shots from the ground connecting these bones together. The arms slam down towards the man.

He is sent flying. And after bouncing around on the ground for a while before slamming into a wall and stopping. But he still gets up. This time he looks younger and is without wounds and from his mouth you hear the number “ third time, last time”

Sharsha frowns. Despite her overwhelming dominance so far she is very low on many while the man looks like he did before the fight began. She still can’t make sense of his technique and how it allows him to heal.

He jumps towards the towering creature. The creature slaps him away and with a heavy crash he hits the ground almost being embedded in it.

But the creatures hand that it used to slap him fall to the ground, removed. The creature then dips its handless arm in the blood that begins to surge towards it. It then forms a ball around the stump and it visibly disappears as the bone hand is healed. At the same time all the blood in the surrounding begins to surge towards the base of the creature.

The creature lashes out with four of its hands one strikes with a punch and another one tries to flatten the man the other two try and almost clap with the man in between. He side steps the punch that makes the ground explode and leaps forward but his legs is caught causing him to fall to the ground when the other two hands turn him into mush by crushing him in between them.

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By now most of the blood has surged towards the core of the creature its beating heart by traveling up the spine and tail like bones.

But as the hands fall away the man is their again completely fine. But now the two hands that missed both fall from the body and when they hit the ground they seem to fall through the blood.

Saharsa watches pale from the side. 29 seconds until she cannot maintain the creature.

Then in a shocking turn of events the creature moves forward. Its speed surpasses the man's ability to see and with a swipe his top half looks as if it was disintegrated. Then the creature collapses in a wave of blood that pushes the lower half of the body away. But sharsha is not doing well and falls from her floating. She is practically out of mana now.

She fall face first on the ground. She made many mistakes in this fight. Healing that hand was both pointless and futile. She wasted to much of the blood when she vaporised it with the blood orbs. But she did well. In her life she has been in less than 26 fights. This makes 27.

She looks up. The man is approaching her. He does not smile or laugh. He says “ if you had killed me two more times you would have won. You did well. Its ok you can die with honor. Mage feel no fear it shall be without pain. Do not expect darkness for to see darkness one must be conscious of the dark ”

Sharsha pulls herself up and leans back. She stares up at the red sun. And she smiles. Its colour changes again. Back to the original color as does the light that falls on her.

He raise his blade but when he goes to bring it his eyes glaze over and a hand appears. Just the hand by itself right inbetween the man and sharsha and it holds a knife. The man makes no changes to his actions nor does he attempt to stop what is about occur.

The hand is holding a knife and his arm is cut cleanly through. It goes flying over Sharsha head but Sharsha is fine.

Then the man looks around in horror and steps back and grabs the part where his arm was separated. He jump back. Next to Sharsha stands a dark elf. The dark elf now holds a genderless beauty so great that it causes Sharsha to grasp and the man to forget his pain.

Then from within the door a powerful roar erupts. It is so loud that echo of it is heard across the mountains.

Then a another man is standing between sharsha and the man.

*****

Varon now steps towards the tribesmen. Varon places a finger on his forehead and slightly pushes the man to his knees that shattered on impact.

The man looks up at Varon. He shivers in fear and he knows why. Every fiber in his body is screaming. Screaming in fear and he know why.

Is this a death that could be fought against. Was there ever any hope to begin with. He asks himself. And the answer he concludes the answer is no. And he drifts to sand but as soon as he does he is back.

Varon moves his hand down to the mans chin. Then the man attacks with one final strike of desperation. The man's blade cuts through the air until it's caught by Varon’s free hand with ease. Varon looks at the balde. It's a nice looking sword. Slightly too long to be a traditional sabre but curved like one. Varons view of it is that it is a good blade.

Then once Varons hands make it to the mans chin he flicks it like someone flips a coin. These this almost obnoxious crake as the man's head is disconnected from the rest of his body.

As the man falls to the ground Varon still holds the blade in his hand. He grabs the handle with one hand and moves the blades tip to the other. Then lifts the blade up into the air. In a flash the blade is brought back to chest height. When this is done like an explosion of force half of the blade breaks away from the rest. Varon now hold a snapped in half saber. He frown but still keeps the blade.

The tip of the blade is now buried in the ground at Varons feet. It could not handle both the speed and power of Varons swing.

…

And just like that the man dies. He does not respawn. He does not struggle. He does not even whimper. He just dies.

Varon looks up at the sun and says “ I feel… great”

He said as he felt like shit.