Brutal Beating

Swish!... phhshk!

"You, how could it be possible?! This can't- ...AAAAAGGHHKK!!" Oscar saw his Mortal blade cracking and, with his mind being blown, not allowing him to instantly insert Power Energy into it to strengthen it. But just as he was questioning with his mind blown, to himself and to Ciemnosc at the same time, Ciemnosc's right hand went over and whistled a bit through the wind before directly embedding itself into Oscar's left side of his stomach with a claw stance!

The fingers went in so easily that if it wasn’t because of the already full flow of Power Energy inside his body, Oscar didn’t doubt for even a second that his body would’ve been penetrated all the way to the other side of his body!!

Just that one moment of pain and realization of why he wasn’t brutally injured with organs and mostly his innards coming out or having been pierced, Oscar woke up to send his Power Energy into his Mortal blade, directly making it impossible for Ciemnosc to keep on cracking the Mortal blade, even if it was just a tiny bit every pulsating strength from his fingertips against it, Ciemnosc was no longer able to hurt the blade and it was instead cutting through his skin much more easily!

Yet, just as they were in a stalemate, Ciemnosc inching slowly into Oscar’s body, and the latter cut through the skin of the former’s left hand; Oscar changed their stalemate into a sudden all out attack!

Throwing his left hand to Ciemnosc’s left arm, the hit barely did any difference, and Oscar even almost broke his hand. But he also did his utmost to shake off Ciemnosc’s grip on his blade with a last effort to cut through his hand and then suddenly draw his own Mortal blade back.

Swiish, swish! Pla-klaaank~.

But Ciemnosc was only allowing his left hand to not be cut off, knowing that the way in which Oscar breathed in suddenly tensed his shoulders and forced his back into a powerful, strong stance to twist his whole upper body - Ciemnosc was already moving his left hand as well while not letting his right hand retreat and instead go harder into Oscar’s stomach.

Just as Oscar felt like a win was in his hands at last, Ciemnosc’s left hand, bloody and so close to becoming thumbless intercepted with its claws in a cone-like gesture, directly driving away the Mortal blade coming over to rip Ciemnosc’s right wrist off the rest of his arm.

The blade was blocked and almost instantly after - deviated towards below Ciemnosc’s right wrist. Oscar was overextended with his right arm all the way to his left with his torso’s back showing to Ciemnosc, who had been in front of him all this time. However, in the same manner, Oscar was forced back for a couple steps, also liberating himself from Ciemnosc’s right-hand claw.

Whoosh…

With this one standoff outburst, Oscar was thrown backwards for a little and Ciemnosc had to send his whole body to his right a few more steps from the force put behind his left hand to save his little right hand. But time waited for none, nor did they wait for the other.

Swish, swiiish- clank-pam! Swiish~, swish clank! Swish~, swish clank! Swish, swish- clank!

Ciemnosc was with his body slightly down. Oscar was still recomposing from being pushed backwards a few steps; but in the next moment, Oscar cleaved down towards Ciemnosc in an up-to-left diagonal slash, with Ciemnosc pushing his body with his right hand rapidly pushing his body upwards and using his right hand to meet the blade with his claw-hand stance!

The moment they both clashed again, a lot of wind went about all around them, Ciemnosc’s left leg suddenly swept towards Oscar’s right side of his stomach, and to the latter’s disbelief, Ciemnosc’s left shoe broke from the front, and in went Ciemnosc’s half a foot into Oscar’s abdomen.

“AAH!” There wasn’t just the second penetration of claw-like nails in his body, the force from the kick, which carried all 8,000 kg of his bodily strength. To any other person, even in the Spirit Gathering realm 7th stage, that would be enough to either send them flying since Ciemnosc had his ‘claws out’, or to destroy their bodies with the stupid amount of 8,000 kg of strength in that kick.

However, with his Spirit Gathering realm 8th stage, having wasted little Power Energy before finally sending his flow of Power Energy into the Mortal blade, Ciemnosc had already consumed over half of his Power Energy. Though Ciemnosc’s Power Energy had been somewhat replenished with the 3 guards he devoured, it was still not as abundant as a Spirit Gathering realm 8th stage as it wasn’t even near 60% full still while Oscar had 90% still left within him.

Yet, the ginormous bodily strength from Ciemnosc was more than enough to make up for it, as Oscar cleaved down, Ciemnosc’s right-hand claw met the Mortal blade; the kick thrown at Oscar made his body arch towards the left - becoming somewhat distorted as his flesh even waved a bit towards that direction and his balance was completely destroyed.

That didn’t stop Oscar, however, oh no no no, his hatred ran deeper than being affected by just the pain of being hand-stabbed twice.

Ciemnosc made a follow-up. His right hand without even retreating, sent it right towards Oscar’s left chest like a kid not knowing how to punch somebody. But with a few claw-like nails on his fingertips, such an act was already deadly for Oscar, who had tasted their prowess.

And Ciemnosc, of course, didn’t just attack once and fell back to adjust himself. Just as he had done on the very first night he tasted the blood and flesh of a living being, he went feral against his prey and launched his body towards it over and over again!

Each time, Ciemnosc didn’t even care anymore about his hands’ well-being, not even making a cone-like shape with his hands as he went and went, striking at Oscar’s body and vitals and even giving him the most superficial of wounds that were just all blocked by Oscar’s Mortal blade - he similarly received cut after cut all over his palms and hands.

It was already to the point where there were even lots of places where his palm had tiny bits of rosy-pale fleshy remains hanging from his skin, and bones showed themselves with some cracks and others as if having become old and broken by time - yet were all made with the edge of the Mortal blade.

Blood reeked on the ground everywhere they went, not only from Ciemnosc’s hands but also from the wounds that did end up being awarded to Oscar every now and then, from his shins and around his knees to his shoulders and even at his cheeks. Every single place was attempted to be torn off its flesh by both Ciemnosc’s hands and feet.

Still, from Oscar’s body, only blood flowed out as there wasn’t any sight from any bones. With each of their clashing hand and blade, a strong burst of wind went out, blowing away anything in about 30 meters around them blowing even trees after several clashes in the same place and destroying all grass, even making dirt and mud over the surroundings and form hills all around them, while their bodies remained at their center.

Such kinds of holes surrounded by hills in a ring, such trees cut in many chunks and such mud being where it was not supposed to be like on rocks, on semi-roads made by ordinary animals, and even at the top of the remaining trees - that was all that remained from the scenery wherever they passed.

With each passing bout that they went to each other’s life over and over again, Oscar was the one to become more and more incredulous. Because; how come, after so much time fighting and with his Mortal blade already being infused with his Power Energy, this whole realm lower than him kid could still stand and fight just like he was in the beginning and even more crazily in good spirits as if he was, indeed, bored before but now having fun?!

“Gurwaarrrgghh!” With rage overcoming him, Oscar became more and more furious and swift in his attacks as well, for as he finally started making moves on his own and no longer moving about trying to defend himself from any hand or feet with strange penetrating properties that came to either his feet or shoulder.

To the fortune of Oscar, Ciemnosc seemed to be taken aback by this sudden bout of strength that he seemed to bring from within himself. He could already see himself chopping Ciemnosc to pieces…because this kid no longer had to keep surviving, no longer not anymore- NO!

Yet, to the surprise and fortune of Ciemnosc, this fight finally became so much more intense and fun that his senses were becoming more and more altered, called upon, and unearthed!

What followed next, to the slowly returning shock of the greedy Oscar, as the images of destroying Ciemnosc’s little body piece by piece rapidly went away the more they fought in this manner.

Now, it wasn’t just wind flying about crazily with each of their clashes, which went from once every move to 2 to 4 clashes every time they met each other head on; melee.

Ciemnosc became more formidable, his arms blurred even to Oscar’s eyes, and his Spirit Sense was being wasted every time to meet each of his claws from his arms. While Ciemnosc also used his legs it still wasn’t to the point that Oscar was in danger and he could even kick back at each of Ciemnosc’s legs to either stop or mitigate some of the damage done to his own body.

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Now, cracks and craters the size of Ciemnosc’s feet but without much depth, unless it was on the mud, were being created everywhere they went. Be it from Ciemnosc forcing Oscar so much and so powerfully with just his arms and legs, sometimes even flashing an open, half-smiling mouth at him and scaring Oscar to protect himself from Ciemnosc’s dark ‘fangs’.

But mainly, those craters and cracks appeared each time that Ciemnosc slapped his feet or palms against the ground; even when Oscar tried to take a breath from Ciemnosc’s intensified melee, he was still followed onto the trees’ branches and in a free run around the woods.

The branches would all break the moment that Ciemnosc continued the fight, which was always at a quick speed and with the shortest amount of time wasted in dashing and jumping towards Oscar with most of their time spent clashing each other’s blade and claw-like hands, and feet.

Even worse yet…Oscar noticed that one of the large cuts he had made on Ciemnosc’s left palm at first…was already completely gone…

Even as the branches of said trees broke apart and began falling the moment Ciemnosc stepped against them to launch his body against Oscar, the other branches remained. And whenever it was a fight around the trees, it would always end up with the tree either being kicked down to the ground, heavily and fast at the end of each fight around the tree or at its very beginning - forcing Oscar to hurriedly hop onto another tree’s nearby branch.

It didn’t help, at all. The fact that trees were over 100 meters long could even make the toughest of walls and fortifications in the world - some being cut down for making the ships at the stronghold. Ciemnosc still kicked them down one after the other, not caring anyone bit about dear mother nature nor the destruction of the ecosystem he was causing all around their intense battle.

…But, at this moment, in a part of the woods that was already bordering the small woods itself and both of them found themselves standing in between said woods and the open field that is common all around both sides of the Little Lake, also far away from where their battle first began.

Clank! Clank! Clank!...

“AAAAH! Just die, die die die dieee!!” Oscar hollered with his mouth going wide agape in a ‘0’, his double-handed Mortal blade hacking down, as he loved to do whenever he was attacking; so predictable and boring for Ciemnosc - towards the latter’s head and ignored the pair of hands ripping the flesh at his abdomen in a ‘V’ shape from up to below after several small clashes of claw-hands and blade.

“Hahgrrr~!!” In return, Ciemnosc, without hesitation, brandished his dark fangs below his actual canines by opening his mouth large and facing the incoming edge of the Mortal blade.

Tukk… … …crrrr~.

The Mortal blade stopped in its tracks, and Ciemnosc’s head and neck became stuck in place on the other hand, his legs moving slightly here and there with his feet moved, little by little, to support his body abreast with each other. While his feet moved little by little, however, Ciemnosc’s darkest pools of eyes were looking up into the sky, no longer at Oscar whose pair of eyes were already tired exemplifying the fatigue of his mind having too much imagination up until now.

Oscar’s eyes were looking down, his mind numb indeed but his arms still using whatever he had of Power Energy left to match Ciemnosc’s horrendous 9,000 kg of bodily strength,

Swish swish, grab- whoosh, whoosh, whoosh- PAM!

His feet were finally put together on the ground. Ciemnosc swept them upwards without pressing against the ground beforehand to gain any impulse. Following the movement of her legs adopting the stance of a frog’s legs in midair, Ciemnosc used his left hand to hold the pair of tired, bloody hands with some bone showing and moved the Mortal blade’s body upwards outside of his own mouth.

While the corners of his lips showed that he indeed had 2 inches deep cut from the corners to his ears, bloody and soaked with a bit of his own blood, Ciemnosc’s legs smoothly moved through the air, impeded by the laws of gravity and the obstacle known as air…

At the end of his legs’ sudden movements in midair, Ciemnosc ended up with his bum facing the early morning sky. Next, however, was the cruel and thoughtless right foot stamping against Oscar’s sternum.

Whooooooooooosh~!

Oscar didn’t even react. Either because he didn’t have time or because he was already out of breath and was now feeling some extra pain in his bloody torso. His arms were thrown forward, his legs even fully extended outwards as well as if Oscar was trying to stretch his body in midair, with his back facing the wrong direction, he flew 12 meters away before softly landing on the ground with his back sliding through the rocks, bumping on some harsh roots and even slathering his shit with some feces and urine from ordinary animals in the process.

“Huff, huff huf- huff…” Ciemnosc had fallen on his knees and bumped his forehead against the ground as soon as he finished stamping Oscar’s body away. It was already past 5 am, and with their trip to this part of the Little Lake’s surroundings and their small chat with Joah and Jenlin, more than an hour was gone with the addition of their battle.

Standing up, slowly and with difficulty; his shoulders showing just as a tiger predatorily walking forward, just to show what kind and degree of tiredness Ciemnosc had. He then looked up into the sky once more, this time taking deep breaths and opening his throat wide to let the air trapped in come out without hindrances.

“Aaaah…” Slowly closing his mouth, his nose, now capable of breathing just fine, Ciemnosc looked at the sky with his darkest eyes, sometimes darting a little to the left and a little to the right. He was so at ease right now, at these moments…but feeling so painful at the same time.

Though he was no masochist, and even when the pain he was feeling and having been suffering in this battle was just beyond nice to spend the time fighting… Ciemnosc felt the struggle.

Step- crtrdrr.

Turning around with his head already down and turned towards Oscar in the near distance, Ciemnosc’s eyes went back to their serenity and ultimate coldness as always, lifeless. Oscar was blurting out blood from his mouth, but Ciemnosc could also tell that Oscar was bleeding from his own navel again.

Stomp! Dash~!

“Ah… Uah? Ah, aaah! No no, nowaaaah, aaaaah!” Suddenly hearing those sounds, Oscar’s eyes were too tired for even his eyelids to fall down suddenly widened and shrunk but just for a moment before going back to their extremely tired appearance state.

Barely able to see how Ciemnosc was suddenly in front of him, Oscar panicked and no longer even seemed to remember who he was as he instinctively acted upon his desire and will to survive. Screaming to the top of his lungs and trying to stop whatever was in front of him, ‘offensively’ to the ravenous beast in front of him, who responded by becoming even more violent.

Ciemnosc, seeing Oscar try to stop him with just the broken and cleaned cut-off pals of Oscar’s own hands, felt indeed provoked and ‘pranked’. So when he was just in the middle of his dash, he instinctively lifted his arms up to his jaw level, extended out his hands, and opened them in a claw posture before thinking to himself in his mind. ‘Claws Out.’

Ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting, ting ting ting…

His tiny nails, which were already tiny and becoming slightly flickering in and out constantly - suddenly changed and became stiffened after regaining their ‘all-consuming’ darkness out of the blue. As if something changed, or metamorphosed, deep within their nature. They went back to how they were in the beginning but, at the same time…seemed to become one with Ciemnosc!

One with Ciemnosc’s thoughts, one with Ciemnosc’s wants, one with Ciemnosc’s desires, one with Ciemnosc’s emotions, one with Ciemnosc’s heart…and one with Ciemnosc’s nature!!!

“GRRAWWRRRGG!!” Growled the devil.

PHHSHK PHHSHK PHHSHK~!... CRREESHHK CRREESHHK CRREESHHK… CRREESHHK… CRREESHHK…CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR! CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR…CKRSHEERR CKRSHEERR~!

“Nom… nom nom nommm~… nom nom nommmm… nom nom nom nom nom nom… nom nom,” never stopped breaking apart each part of Oscar’s body, having of course gotten rid of the filth-stained clothes that were nothing that he wanted to get into his system for any reason whatsoever.

The rest, even with his feet cutting the legs that slowly and at first stopped struggling, and then once they were pieces and smaller pieces of the same twitching uncontrollably nonstop - finally behaved and remained docile, not moving even a tad. Was all cut down, and nothing that formed part of Oscar remained complete, even his hair that was deeply attached to his scalp.

And while the body was being broken down so little by little, Ciemnosc took bites, munches, and mouthfuls of whatever he could take a hold of to keep his mouth busy so that the rest of Oscar’s body could be played with by his hands and feet, even forming balls of flesh that some were directly gulped down and others munched until all of its scent and bloodiness went away.

…It went on and on for more than another half an hour, it was up until Ciemnosc wore his same set of clothes, but from which the large gnashes at his back, his shoulders’ wide cut fabric, and the other holes and smaller cuts around his clothes that were fully drenched in blood were hiding a slightly pale skin, flawless and untouched - that Ciemnosc had some relaxing time for himself at last…as he looked into the sky once more with some light finally seeming to appear near the horizon.

Step, step, step, step step, step step, step step step…

From his back, from deep within the woods, sets of footsteps became more and more clear and louder the more they became closer…

Ciemnosc slowly turned around by the time that those footsteps were slowing down just a few meters behind his back, his eyes set lifelessly on Mosto’s slightly bloody body. In Mosto’s hands, large strands of hair remained in between his fingers, which he showed by raising his hands a little and letting those large strands of hair fall from his hands slowly onto the ground.

‘You’re so lucky you were a few minutes late.’ Ciemnosc thought, before taking a look at the strands of hair ceremoniously. He then said once he ‘seemed’ to have realized what those were for, “Oh, didn’t manage to kill them? That’s fine Mosty, you’re not a killing machine. You’re just human after all.”

“...grunt…” Mosto nodded, though he still felt unaccomplished by not being of any help to Ciemnosc, even somewhat humiliated about it since it seemed that Ciemnosc ended up winning against that Oscar, who ought to be dead by now.

“...Let’s go. Their side should’ve already ended the battle already…and I feel like getting to play with some captive enemies once again.” Ciemnosc was thinking of all the times and ways that he sent his claws right down at Oscar’s torso, chest, neck, head, and stomach while straddling the latter, taking random bites from his head, shoulders, and bones…he still felt unsatisfied, somehow. He spoke so quietly, weak tone, and dragged on. Mosto's back shivered upon hearing it and even more from its dragged-on nature.

But, at the same time, he was really glad. Because, today, he found another way to eat people… Ciemnosc now had to try absorbing people’s everything with his ‘whip’... which he was already thinking of a good name to call it, ‘Claws Out’ was already deeply embedded in his mind for his ‘extra nails’ on both his fingers and toes; after all…

Step step step, step step…

Ciemnosc began walking back towards his commanding vehicle, with Mosto following silently right behind him…

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