With a swift movement, Erley creates some distance between himself and the sergeant. The sergeant’s voice is steady, almost mocking.
"Good reflexes."
He touches his forehead, his fingers coming away streaked with blood. A vertical cut runs down his forehead, shallow but bleeding.
'At least it's not deep.'
Another blade extends from his other forearm, and the sergeant shifts into a menacing stance, ready to attack again.
'I have to concentrate.'
Suddenly, Erley's world slows down. The familiar glow of the weak points missing.
'He has... no weak points?!'
The sergeant rushes him, delivering a punch strong enough to shatter a wall. Erley is sent flying toward the doorway but manages to recover mid-air, using the broken spear to steady himself.
'Is it because of the weapon i'm using?'
The sergeant doesn’t let up. He charges again as soon as Erley fully recovered. This time Erley deflects the punch using the broken spear. The clash of metal against metal rings out, loud enough to disorient both combatants.
The sergeant follows up with another punch almost instantly. Erley grabs the fist with his left hand and tries to impale the man’s head with the spear.
The sergeant jerks his head to the side, narrowly avoiding the strike, and counters with a punch to Erley’s stomach.
Erley doubles over, gasping for air. The sergeant takes advantage, delivering a powerful kick that sends Erley crashing through the ceiling. A deafening boom echoes through the building as the sergeant leaps after him.
'This guy is not even imperfect-'
Erley’s eyes widen as the sergeant flies toward him, grabbing him mid-air and slamming him into a nearby wall.
The impact shatters the wall, and Erley crashes onto a wide table in what appears to be a meeting room.
He rolls off the table, wincing in pain as he struggles to recover.
'Who is this guy?!'
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Meanwhile, Myora continues to overwhelm the noseless man, her movements precise and relentless. They’ve moved further away from Erley’s fight, the noseless man barely keeping up with her attacks.
'He's leading me out to use his gas.'
Myora suddenly steps back, stopping near the unconscious soldiers. She grabs one of their gas masks, but before she can put it on, the noseless man is upon her.
He grabs her head and slams her into the ground, cracking the floor beneath her. The noseless man taunts her, his voice raspy.
"You really think you can just do that?"
Myora’s vision blurs, but she holds her breath, refusing to succumb. She grabs his arm with both hands, wrapping her legs around his shoulder and trapping him in a lock.
The noseless man’s eyes widen as he struggles to break free. His efforts are futile. With a sickening snap, his arm twists sideways. He screams, his voice filled with pain and rage.
"AAAARGH!"
Myora's cold gaze locked in the man's eyes. Meeting the gaze fear washes over the noseless man. She taunts him, her voice cold.
"Yes i can."
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Losing an arm in the process, the noseless man manages to free himself. Blood spraying out before he manages to cover the wound with his hand. He snarls.
"YOU... ARE A MONSTER."
Standing and half conscious Myora fixes her posture, ready to retaliate again. They lock eyes for a second, then the fighting resumes.
The noseless man charges, but Myora is ready. She throws a punch aimed at his head, but he dodges easily. Her movements are slower now, her strength fading. The noseless man growls.
"YOU WILL PAY FOR WHAT YOU DID."
Myora responds with another punch, this time targeted towards his spine. The noseless man crouches under the attack and lands a critical punch to her stomach. Myora is sent flying several meters, but she manages to recover, her breath ragged.
'I have to end this...'
She looks up just as the noseless man rushes her again. Suddenly, everything goes black.
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Back in the meeting room, Erley is barely holding on. The sergeant’s relentless assault has left him battered and broken, his body covered in wounds, multiple bones broken.
'Is this it?'
Erley’s hope is fading. With only a broken spear as his weapon, there’s little he can do.
'I have to land a critical blow'
His mind is as exhausted as his body, barely able to stay conscious. He dodges another flurry of attacks, each movement sending waves of pain through his body.
He trips, and the sergeant’s fist comes crashing down. Erley parries it with the spear at the last second, the force sending him skidding back.
'This darkness isn't helping either.'
The sergeant throws a forward kick aimed at Erley’s head.
Erley steps back, but his body hits the wall.
He raises his arms to block the kick, the impact shattering the wall behind him and sending him flying into another room.
He lands near a fountain, the statue of an angel looming above him. The faint light from the sergeant’s armor illuminating the space.
Even though he could only see the light from the armor of the sergeant. He could feel that this place was way more open.
The one sided slaughter continues, the sergeant retracts his daggers and rushes Erley with his fists. Erley stands his ground, his focus razor-sharp.
Erley was fully concentrated. He could see the movements of the sergeant slowing down.
He parries the uppercut directed at him. For a quarter of a second the sergeant's balance was broken.
Erley seizes the opportunity. Reverse-gripping the spear, he hurls it at the sergeant’s head with all his strength. The sergeant barely dodges, the spear grazing his face and leaving a deep cut. Suddenly a cold voice breaks out.
"Good reflexes."
The distraction is enough. Erley closes the distance, his movements a blur. Erley's face the closest it's ever been to the sergeant. They lock eyes.
The sergeant freezes, looking down he sees two arms going trough his metal body. The arms start tearing trough the armor. Tearing it open more and more. Blood spills from the gaping wound as the sergeant lets out a guttural scream.
"AAAARGH."
The sergeant tries to stop Erley's assault with a punch. Suddenly the armor fully rips open, revealing the open body of the sergeant. The punch loses force, hitting his face but losing all strength.
The metal armor falls to the ground, the sergeant's face contorted in agony. The metal armor clatters to the ground, and Erley falls to his knees, exhausted. he mutters, his voice barely audible.
"That was close..."
He collapses onto the sergeant’s body, his own blood mixing with the pool forming beneath them.
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Myora’s consciousness flickers as she finds herself standing in a playground. The swings move back and forth on their own, creaking softly as if an invisible child is playing. She looks around, her gaze sweeping over the blurred faces of people walking nearby.
Suddenly, the scene shifts. She’s in a white void, her eyes half-closed as she looks down at her hands. She mutters.
"Where was i?"
She looks up and sees herself standing there, her face innocent and unburdened.
"Oh, i'm a kid."
The white void begins to darken. Grown Myora steps forward, her expression cold, and grabs the younger version by the neck, strangling her without hesitation. She says, her voice devoid of emotion.
"I see how it is."
The scene shifts again. Myora is herself once more, standing in the void. A sword materializes before her, its blade engraved with words she can’t quite read. The bottom half of the handle is broken, but she can make out part of an engraving, a woman seemingly looking down.
Myora looks up and sees another blurred figure. Only the woman’s mouth is visible, moving as if speaking, but no sound comes out.
" * **** *** "
Tears roll down Myora’s face as she reaches for the sword. Without hesitation, she drives it into her own heart.
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Myora wakes up, her body falling through the air. She twists mid-fall, landing gracefully on her feet. The noseless man is already upon her, his fist aimed at her face.
Myora catches his punch mid-air, her grip crushing his hand. Blood spills from his mangled fist as he lets out a choked scream.
They lock eyes, Myora’s face contorted with rage.
She grabs him by the neck, her fingers tightening like a vice. The man struggles, his remaining hand clawing at her arm, but it’s no use. Myora’s grip is unrelenting.
The sound of cracking bone fills the air as the man’s neck gives way. He tries to scream, but only a gurgle escapes, blood bubbling from his mouth.
Suddenly, his neck explodes, his head rolling away across the floor. Myora’s gaze remains locked on the man’s lifeless eyes as his face comes to a stop a few meters away.
She drops the body and turns, her expression cold and determined.
'Erley'
She walks away, leaving the carnage behind as she searches for him.