Breathing with some difficulty and blood dripping from the newly formed wounds, in that way he finds a person, a human being who was facing a beautiful Daemon.
"I think I've underestimated you too much, little Damphir." That old man considered one of the many leaders of VARANUS commented laughing, but quite pained.
He was having a brutal combat against the powerful Damphir, Espínetre.
Both used swords, although in the case of Espínetre it would be their precious and strong saber, quite similar to Serpio's.
The crossbow lay in the distance, broken and almost totally destroyed. The broken bolts were scattered all around.
The old leader was not stupid, he had made the respective investigations to about the ten strongest of Gignit, so he knew in advance the good handling that Espínetre had with the crossbow, too dangerous to let it be used and because of that, the first thing he had done was to destroy it.
Combat would be defined in this way: fighting with sword and saber and launching strong magical attacks against each other.
Espínetre held the deadly saber with only one hand, she fought in this way. In the right hand the saber and in the left the crossbow, but as it was destroyed, she had to adapt to the situation and change his way of fighting.
Now on the left he was holding a curved knife tightly, like a kind of mini-saber that he would use as a defense.
On the other hand, the old man fought with a two-handed long sword. And the sword was a natural one, made from the sharp fangs of a Tiger Diamond Fangs.
Sparks and magic particles jumped to their surroundings just as the swords came into contact, when using reinforcement magic on weapons they become much more resistant and powerful, at the same time that they acquire greater slash and penetration capacity.
All the wounds that these two had were due to that and they were injured.
Countless slash wounds adorned the old leader's body, and these were small and large, deep and shallow. Marking every part of his body including the face. The lobe of his left ear had flown to who knows where, surely some animal is eating him.
His clothes were tattered, his torso was bare and his pants were heavily torn.
Espínetre was not far behind, her clothing with holes that revealed his pale skin marked by scars and now by new wounds.
The blood with the characteristic and intrinsic color of a Daemon sliding down his skin from the open wounds, even dripped from her head because it was broken and blood emerged from between her hair.
The cape and hat had been completely burned after having avoided a powerful flame.
Thighs bare and full of wounds.
"You know, a long time ago I had a strong fight against a powerful Daemon, which I couldn't hurt at all." The old leader commented.
However, Espínetre only remained serious, ready to attack at any moment, observing every move of the old man, any reaction that indicates the restart of the fight.
"Because of that, it was impossible for me to confirm if the rumors about the color of the Daemons blood were true, but now that I have been able to hurt you I can confirm that if it was true after all, the blood of a Daemon is bluish, quite unpleasant."
"And that's your great discovery?" Espínetre did not care in the least about the old man's apparent discoveries.
Espínetre's bluish blood jumped again after she bent down and dodged a thrust by the old man. And from her position of porridge, she intended to pierce his neck.
But one knows more from experience, for the old man in one way or another anticipated this, and hunching his spine, bent back, seeing the moment when that saber passed by.
From his position, he left his right leg free and right there he launched a strong kick aimed at Espínetre's face.
This could end up being an endless battle as the two anticipated each of her movements, when the old man threw the kick, she was already several meters away from him.
"You are different from the rest of your useless subordinates whom I killed with a single slash of my saber, not a single one of them could dodge a single shot from my crossbow." Espínetre's face denoted a certain air of superiority, looking at the old man as someone inferior to her.
"I must admit that your words have some plausibility, Damphir." replied the old leader of VARANUS. "Although they are not useless, there are many strong among my subordinates. They just had the bad luck to face someone very strong, like you."
Although he seemed to be at a disadvantage, the old man continued to show a very calm and even cold and analytical attitude.
"For me you are all the same, there is no difference between one and the other Weak humans who if they confront me only await a tragic and horrible death." Espínetre smiled and showed his pointed fangs.
With what Espínetre said, the old man looked somewhat pensive, doubt was present drawing on the faces of the old leader. "Tell me something, Damphir, why do you help humans? Isn't your race supposed to hate humans and only see them as food? I'm a little intrigued to know why you chose to fight for these humans."
"Do you want to know the reason?" asked the Damphir very mockingly, and the old man nodded in affirmation. "Well, that is none of your business."
At that moment, some memories of the past flooded Espínetre's mind, passing in front of her eyes as if it were a movie.
They were two memories that really marked her.
…
"Dad, mom, why do they stick the knife in me? Please don't hurt me, it hurts a lot, take it away!"
"Daughter, please forgive us. But you have been bitten and that is why you will become a Daemon. We love you, daughter, and we will love you forever. But we can't stand our daughter killing human beings, you are a danger to the village. That's why we've all made a decision, you must die before you succumb to your bloodlust. I swear you won't feel pain, so please daughter, don't try to escape... come here."
"Daddy, what do you want to do to me? No, no, no, I'm scared! Don't do it ¡mommy, please help me!, I don't want to die."
"I'm so sorry my love, but don't worry, you won't go alone, we'll go after you."
…
"In fact, We had already realized that you were Damphirs, but it's not that that changes things, or not, Valentina?"
"Likewise, we don't care if they're both Daemons. Still, you are more than welcome to build live in Gignit, with all of us. We only ask you to learn to live in harmony with other races that will be integrated and to fight by our side to protect the peace of the people."
…
"Interesting." The old man said with a face denoting a lot of interest, "it's kind of striking the tone and the way you refer to humans, or rather humans outside this city after all, you're a Damphir, aren't you?"
"Isn't it a no-brainer just by looking at me? After all, I have these big cute fangs." Espínetre nodded with the giggle adorning his face: "I'm beginning to doubt the intelligence you possess, but what's the problem with her being a Damphir?"
"That you are a Damphir means that you were once a human, like all of us." The old man's statements reached the ears of the beautiful Damphir who now transformed the confident smile into one of annoyance but in almost imperceptible amounts.
The old man noticed this, so he began to laugh, annoying Espíntre even more. "In one way or another, you're trying to deny that in the past you were also a weak and insignificant human."
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The old mercenary remarked the last words, as if pure poison were impregnated in her.
"That's right," Espínetre replied, "previously I was a dirty and weak human... like you."
Her eyes denoted some annoyance, this only implied that touching the subject did not seem to be to his liking. "But, because of certain... events of my past, I have become a Daemon.
Espínetre smiled defiantly, letting a glimpse of a somewhat sarcastic smile, denoting total disinterest and even mockery for everything that the old man spat out. "Wait, don't tell me that what I've said has offended you, little human. Does it bother you that I talk like that about the dirty race human race? Do you want me to apologize to you?"
"Oh, pretty Damphir, please don't worry about it, for it doesn't offend me at all." The old man laughed very calmly and was full of mortal wounds. "I profit from people's lives and that includes that of human beings, believe me, I don't care in the least what you say about the human race."
"You see," commented Espíntre, "you are someone who is truly unscrupulous, and to think that you would make slaves even to members of your own race, just for the sake of gold, pleases me."
"Gold is true magic of KOSMOS and it is what decides everything, even the winners of a war," the old man added very calmly "if you have gold, you have everything, with gold no one can ever harm you, it is the greatest power there is, far surpassing magic itself and I want that power. I want it all, no matter what it takes."
The old man held his sword tightly "and if to have it, I must enslave and sell people... I would do it without hesitation, and that includes you, dirty Daemon."
"So you've finally decided to show your true self, old man," Espíntre laughed, "a shitty old pig who gets excited about gold."
"I have no words to deny your claims, I will only say that I could prove you right." The old man closed his eyes and raised a hand pointing towards Espínetre.
"Now, I like you more, old man," Espínetre raised his eyebrows, "but anyway, your death at my hands is imminent and it is a fact that cannot be avoided even by fate. You messed with Gignit" the air around Espíntre tightened, she herself had tensed looking very reluctantly at the old mercenary leader.
"This is our city, it is the only city in all of KOSMOS that welcomed us and provided a place to live. It is the city that gave us its hospitality and kindness, the people here helped us when we really needed it. All this despite the fact that Serpio and I have become Daemons, these dark magical creatures."
Daemon is the race belonging to one of the four great empires, Daemon Land.
The Daemon are made up of all the dark and scary magical creatures and beasts that inhabit the world, such as: the Succubus, Incubus, Vampires, Imps, Rusalcas, Lamias, the Nuckelavee among many other creatures of this race.
They are extremely strong and powerful, they are beings whose existence is dominated by darkness, but not all of them are like that, there are reports where a Succubus has had children with a human being and some other race.
They are capable of falling in love, although most prefer to do evil. But, although they are dark beings, their evil is not in the least close to the macabre and diabolical DAIMONAS.
"Then you already consider yourself to be part of those dark magical creatures, huh." Again, the old man tried to provoke her.
From being tense and somewhat annoyed, she became much calmer and again exuded self-confidence, while a funny grimace adorned her face. "That's right, why am I going to deny it? just by looking at me one would realize that I am a Daemon, I will never be a human again and I don't want to be one anymore."
"Hmm" The old man touched his beard thoughtfully or at least pretending to be thinking "after all, you have certain regrets, huh" he fleetingly moved his arms in front, it was so imperceptible that it seemed that his hands were catatonic the whole time.
"That's something you shouldn't care about," Espínetre answered, raising her right arm and intercepting something that apparently the old mercenary had thrown at her in less than the blink of an eye: "A dagger," she asked, as if she were offended by the way he was trying to attack her, "You're offended that you attack me with..."
Too late she had realized that attached to the dagger, with what was a very small and thin chain, rested what at first glance was a fire ore that at that precise moment combustion.
BOOOOOOM
The explosion occurred, although not so devastating or anything like that.
Besides, the old man knew very well that this was remotely far from causing the death of that woman, however, hurting her and/or hurting her were great possibilities.
The fire completely consumed everything related to Espíntre's upper body, her body trembled slightly and her legs took a couple of steps backwards while some rocks began to fall from among all the smoke that was still attached to Espínetre.
-Tsk-
The old man clicked his tongue in marked disappointment, "it didn't work, and I avoided as much as possible using magic to attack you without you being able to detect it... you're very tough."
The smoke was beginning to dissipate and there you could see Espínetre wearing something really strange, and this was precisely what prevented her from receiving burns and damage from the explosion "that was a good tactic, old man."
She was covered, from torso to head, by what appeared to be stone armor which looked totally intact "due to the heat of the moment, this was the only thing that came to me to protect me from the explosion."
Once again, Espíntre had mocked the old leader of VARANUS. And the old man was really annoyed, he gritted his teeth, but from one moment to the next he regained calm or at least that is what he wanted to pretend.
Apparently he discovered something "interesting" again, he murmured, calling the attention of Espíntre, who just at that moment dropped the stone armor.
"After all you are a Daemon, a Damphir, doing that kind of defensive spell at an extreme speed must not be easy at all and requires high amounts of magical energy to perform... uck-.
For nothing in the world would Espínter let the old man finish talking, it was too dangerous, all the talk the old man tried to have was just to distract her. The chances of him trying something again were very high and the chances that this new would affect him more severely grew.
The old man is intelligent and she would not let what happened recently happen again. So, he continued to attack him.
“Earth Elemental Magic: Triple Rock Fist”
Without the old man having time to finish his sentence, a pillar emerged from the ground made up of three fists of rocks and directly impacting the entire face of the mercenary leader.
Large amounts of blood gushed from his integrity and especially from the face area, escaping through his mouth, nose and his new wounds.
He was dismissed in the distance, leaving several drops of blood floating as if gravity had no effect. The mercenary crashed and went through a few trees in the process.
Espínetre immediately went after him, she did not want to waste time, she recognized the old man as a person of care and went to kill him once and for all.
"That wretch was planning something big," thought the beautiful and sadistic Damphir, "I could feel an exaggerated amount of magical energy gather around him, he is capable of harming me! I must finish it as soon as possible."
“Dark Magic: Rain of Darkness.”
Dark magical particles fluttered around Spineter, she was surrounded by a bunch of strange black spheres that also emanated magical particles of darkness, as she ran. Espínetre brought her arm forward, throwing all the spheres towards the sky, more precisely where the old man had landed.
At that moment, Espínetre had been powerfully struck by something on the ground and to her bad luck, it was something really bad.
Her eyes widened because this was something she didn't expect at all.
Due to the speed at which she was traveling, she wouldn't have time to dodge and would step on her if she didn't do something and quickly.
Espínetre searched among his memories for all the magic spells that might help him get out of this predicament.
“Air Elemental Magic: Aerial Walk.”
Without wasting time, the Damphir stepped into nothingness, in the same air, and under the insole of her boots she had formed like a small floor of wind that served as a point of support.
Her feet hit the air floor and so he dodged what he had seen on the ground.
Espínetre dodged it or at least it seemed so, since when she was exactly above that, several meters away in front of her, something appeared that, due to its transparency and the heat of the moment, it was difficult for her to notice and feel it.
The Damphir was off guard as never before, he could no longer avoid this.
“Sound Magic: Sound Impact”
The old man prepared a magical sound offensive; the sound impact can also be used as a trap. It is quite similar to the wind trap.
What it does is that with the sound wave, it sends its opponents into the distance, it can be redirected by the caster user. At the same time, it attacks the opponent's ear. Then when he touched it, some blood emerged from Espínetre's left ear because he managed to cover himself just in time for the other, but only that he could do.
It was strongly thrown towards the ground, colliding head-on against that which it did not want to touch, a seal that the old man had left behind just at the moment of receiving such a tremendous impact and being thrown out.
She crashed head-on into the hard ground, burying her body one centimeter below ground level. Her body fit perfectly inside the circular stamp that at that moment began to shine in whitish and light blue tones.
It was a strong magic seal that contained certain magic attack, extremely potent and powerful. Capable of killing many enemies at the same time and leaving them totally charred.
She didn't even have time to grit her teeth because the "Seal Magic: Lightning Explosion" had been activated.
At the same time and just as she was struck by the old man's magic, the magic that Espínetre had cast just seconds ago was executed, rain of darkness, all the blackish spheres floating around and on top of the old man attacked, throwing out all-black lightning bolts as the circumference of the spheres decreased.
The old man didn't even have time to blink when all the lightning bolts slammed into him, feeling pain like never before.
BOOOOOOOOOOM
A thunderous explosion in which white and light blue tones stood out, the circumference of it was surrounded by tremendous electric rays and others that emerged from itself attacking and finishing off any being or thing that dared to be nearby.
At the same time and totally in unison, another one exploded in a totally black hue like the night itself.
The erupting attacks leveled trees and took with them large land masses and anything near the big event.
Both explosions echoed attracting the attention of everyone on the "island" and the explosive dome that made it up did nothing more than increase in size, continuing to transit with an insatiable hunger for destruction.
And in the midst of the explosions, each one occupying their place, the fighters could do absolutely nothing, move or escape, they could only give everything of themselves in an attempt not to die while their bodies endured such tremendous physical punishment in the best way they could.
Making use of all the resistance they had.