Chapter 12
"Good luck to both of you!" Once again, the old man hopped off the platform.For the last time today, the gong's booming note echoed throughout the arena. As soon as I heard this sound, I felt a single blade of the whip pierce between the plates of armor at my shoulder.
"No mercy!" Everyone in the arena heard the English voice. If she wanted a fight that badly, she would get it.
I started planning my moves, making calculations in my head. Soul Calibur's shape had worked to my advantage until now; its shape could make it even easier to pull away than her previous opponent's halberd. Just about any move I could make could be avoided, countered, or turned against me. My best bet would be to wait for Ivy's attack and then counter it.
Seconds later, Ivy was walking toward me with the blade whirling around her in a cross shape. I jumped to the side, reached around the blades, grabbed her leg and flipped her into the air.
Somehow, she managed to land on her feet, and I felt her whip snap against my face, just missing my eye. Reflexively I raised my hand to my eye; that was the attack I was least expecting. Unfortunately, that was the distraction she had been waiting for.
When I looked back up, Ivy was gone and I felt a metal armlet around my neck. I heard clinking metal and the sound of air passing between the blades before I saw them no longer attached to the handle, but flying around me. All the blades flew toward me, each one piercing through my armor like paper, through my flesh, and out my back. I fell to the ground, groaning.
"Was that painful, Siegfried?" I felt a high-heeled boot land on the back of my head and everything went black.