"Welcome heroes! You have done well to get this far. But now, you will be unable to go any further. Prepare to die!" A voice boomed as Ian and his party looked up across the room to the source of the voice.
There sat a demonic humanoid with pitch black skin and crimson blood eyes. The Demon King had four crimson bat-like wings with three white curved horns. He had large goat-like legs and a strong upper body. In his hands, was a double-bladed great axe. As Ian's eyes met his, the Demon King stood up and readied himself. The Demon King held up a hand and motioned the heroes to attack.
"Presumptuous!" Jarol roared as he shot a few arrows at the Demon King.
As Ian rushed forward to meet the Demon King head-on, Sheryl activated a few spells to boost Ian's strength, defense, and speed. Ian charged into the Demon King's range and thrust out his sword. The Demon King humphed once before deflecting the attack with the handle of his axe. Then, he raised the axe over his head and speedily brought it down on Ian. Ian quickly shuffled to the side as he moved to the Demon King's side. His shield was held in his left hand and brought close to his chest. The sword in his right hand held up so that the pointed end aimed towards the Demon King. The enemy stared at his movements but only followed with his head. Seeing this, Ian took the initiative. He lunged forward and thrust his sword forward. The Demon King jumped to his side, barely dodging the thrust and launched a quick counterattack. Ian couldn't jump backwards because of the momentum of his lunge. So, instead, he brought up his shield and smashed at the Demon King's axe. A sound smack echoed out as Ian tumbled back. Ian grunted in numbness as he shook his head, stunned and hurt.
Ian squinted at the Demon King and lunged forward again. This time, Ian was at a stable position. However, the Demon King dodged and turned to the side letting Ian jump pass him, barely missing his neck. Then, the Demon King smashed his great axe up from under Ian, who barely managed to block the brunt of the attack with his sword, and launched Ian high into the air. Raising the great axe over his head, the Demon King brought it down and cleaved off Ian's upper body...or so it would have happened if not for a heavy shot from Jarol knocking the axe unstable, causing it to miss Ian entirely. Ian fell heavily to the ground and rolled back to gather some distance. While, he was away, Sheryl healed any of his injuries he had obtained during the bout and increased his defenses with a series of buffs. Seeing his unsuccessful attempt to kill off the warrior, the Demon King opened his mouth and fired a raging fireball at Ian. This unsuspecting attack, though missed, crashed below Ian's feet and exploded. The impact barreled into Ian and sent him flying. Dazed, Ian laid on his back as he tried to clear his head.
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Next, the Demon King turned his head towards the other two heroes. He ignored the priestess and focused on the ranger. He did not view Sheryl as a threat but he thought that if it wasn't for the ranger's timely shot, he would have killed off the warrior. The Demon King charged at Jarol and swung the handle of his axe sharply at Jarol's chin. *THWACK!* Jarol flew back, his jaws obviously broken, and crashed into a wall where his body fell crumpled to the floor. Next, the Demon King fired a dark-colored spell at Sheryl in order to prevent her from healing Jarol. The spell surrounded Sheryl causing her to feel dizzy. This...this spell was a Vertigo Spell! Sheryl's head started spinning fiercely as she tried to regain her senses. However, the dizziness was too powerful. In a matter of seconds, Sheryl collapsed onto the floor motionless...even the slightest movement would cause her head to throb and her stomach to flip.
Seeing the two incapacitated, the Demon King nodded his head in satisfaction and turned towards where Ian laid...that is...where he was supposed to be. The warrior was gone! The Demon King looked left and right trying to find the warrior. Only when he sensed some danger below him did he looked down. The first thing he saw as he looked down was a metallic plate-like object flying up and into his face. The Demon King reeled back while grabbing his face in pain. Ian had kept low and quickly snuck below the Demon King's line of sight. Just when the Demon King looked down, Ian brought his shield up and bashed the demon in the face.
As the Demon King staggered back, Ian sent a ferocious kick, called Dragon's Tail, flying straight for his left knee. With a wrenching tear, Ian kicked the Demon King's knee right off its socket. The Demon King roared in pain as he staggered with the loss of balance and his body applied weight onto the injured knee causing the bone to pierce through. With one leg unusable, the Demon King collapsed onto the ground. Ian, showing no hesitation, use a technique called Dragon's Stomp and stomped his boot onto the Demon King's right wrist. This move was decisively used to prevent the demon from picking up and swinging around his great axe. Ian approached the Demon King who wore a bitter and grim smile on his face. He knew he had lost and his end was drawing near.
Ian looked at the severely wounded Demon King. He raised his sword high in the air and prepared for the fatal slash. He knew that he must act quickly or the demon might regenerate. Ian swung his sword and the watched as the sword came falling down. Right before the sword reached the Demon King's neck, something happened. Everything went black...just for a second...it went by so fast that Ian felt he was just seeing things. Maybe he blinked a little too long or something.
Anyways, Ian held the sword high in the air and prepared to slash it down...wait...didn't this happen already? Deja vu? Ian shook his head and focused on his target. He did not want the Demon King to regenerate. As the sword headed straight for the Demon King's head, a shout sounded out.
"Ian! Watch out!"
Ian turned his head to look...and saw Jarol, who was supposedly incapacitated, standing behind him...a knife in his hands. With a quick stab, Jarol plunged the dagger into his upper back.