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CHAPTER 133
Lorkhan watched silently as Murmad stood shivering in the cold. Murmad waved his hand, and a cloak appeared in his hands. He put it on.
Lorkhan snorted, unimpressed. "If you have the power to do that, then you must have the power to create something better than the two hunks of metal you've been fighting me with."
'It would be dangerous to aggravate him, but I need to keep him distracted. I noticed the presence of three people behind me. Probably Percival's friends.'
And true to his thoughts, three people appeared behind him. Lorkhan turned to look at them. "Hurry, I'll create a wall of ice and hide you. Go wherever you want, but leave this fight to me." He whispered.
A haughty looking demon snorted. "You can't tell me what to do."
A horned elf glanced at him. "No Fleur! Wait!"
The demon named Fleur raised a sniper rifle. The sound it made echoed painfully in Lorkhan's ears.
A bullet seemingly on fire shot towards Murmad, and burrowed a hole straight through his head.
Fleur smirked. "Got him."
Lorkhan sighed. "No, you have not killed him. Just watch."
Murmad started to melt, before becoming a pile of holographic energy.
Fleur looked around, startled.
Lorkhan jumped in front of him, before turning and raising Howling Fjord just as Murmad materialized out of nowhere, holding a small silver dagger.
Lorkhan slid his katana along the dagger, causing a piercing shing to echo around the room. Ice shot out of Howling Fjord, crawling along the ground and towards a wall, creating an ice passageway.
Lorkhan glanced behind him. "Go. Now!"
The three people left in a hurry. Murmad made to move after them but Lorkhan swung his foot and tripped him.
Murmad collapsed onto the ground, glaring up at Lorkhan. "Well, finish me coward!"
Lorkhan stepped back. "I will not kill a person while they are defenceless on the ground. Even if that person is a vile blight like you."
Murmad huffed, getting up and backing away, twirling the silver dagger. "Hmph. Your samurai traditions will be the end of you."
Lorkhan smirked. Though Murmad couldn't see it through the Oni Mask on Lorkhan's face. "I think not. They are very much alive, these traditions. But I wish not to discuss such sacred tactics with the likes of you."
Murmad rolled his eyes. "Yes yes, I'm a villain. Lower than the dirt on your shoe blah blah. You want me to take this fight seriously then? Then this will no longer be just a sword fight. This isn't like the past. Guns exist now, and I'll use them as I see fit!"
Lorkhan stared with an unamused expression as Murmad brought out a revolver. "Take this old man!"
Bang! Clunk.
Murmad stared flabbergasted, as the bullet he fired bounced off the ghostly samurai armour.
Lorkhan glanced at himself, frowning. "Was this the future you are talking about? Very disappointing. I think you are misunderstanding something. This armour is infused with my very soul. Someone, whose soul has survived thousands of years, cannot be defeated by something as worthless as a gun, as you say."
Murmad trembled with rage. "Oh yeah?! Well, this cloak isn't just for warming me up you know!"
Lorkhan sighed. "You are starting to sound like a child. You bore me."
Murmad turned purple with rage.*
"Oh I bore you do I? Well, then, take this!" He waved his cloak, and disappeared.
However, the crunch of feet walking over frost told Lorkhan exactly where Murmad was.
Lorkhan rushed fowards, and swung Howling Fjord straight through an invisible solid object.
Splurch
Blood started running down the blade, making Lorkhan twitch. 'Even though I am in control of this body, Percival's vampiric instincts still remain. I can smell the blood vividly. Intriguing.'
Murmad became visible, looking down at the blade that had pierced his stomach. He coughed up blood, before walking backwards, the blade making a sickening sound as it slid out of his body.
Lorkhan hummed. "Hum. Even though you survived the initial strike, my blade has impaled ice shards into you. You will slowly freeze from the inside."
Murmad dropped to his knees, coughing. "So, is this the end then? No, I refuse for it to be the end."
Murmad waved his hand, and a glowing ball of hot coal appeared. Murmad proceeded to shove it into the wound, gritting his teeth in pain as it melted the ice inside. The edges of the wound burned and charred.
Lorkhan stared in silent shock. 'If he wasn't who he was, I would've respected his bravery and commitment.'
Murmad coughed up another pile of blood, before getting to his feet. "I'll surrender. You won. For today. I'll be back. With reinforcements another day."
Lorkhan turned and watched as Murmad hobbled across the room and up the winding road to the surface. He sighed, closing his eyes.
Percival jumped, blinking open his eyes and glancing around, before wincing and holding his throat. 'Shit what happened, I'm so thirsty. And where did Murmad go? I see a trail of blood, did Lorkhan let him escape? He must have had a reason for it, but I can't sense him. He's gone for right now.'
While Percival was struggling with his hunger, a voice suddenly sounded behind him. "Well, what happened here? My lovely Grandson seems to be struggling. Why don't you tell me what happened here."
END OF CHAPTER 133
Author Notes
-* He didn't actually turn purple. It's an expression.
-I know this chapter was short, but I need to write what's happening with Tsukumo's mom, yeah? I'm sure we all want her to be free as soon as possible.
-See you next chapter!
