Chapter 30- PAIN-BASED DESTRUCTION
Time/ 9:03 pm EST
Location/ Black Castle Games
Hao's battle experience was far greater than Coatl's was. He had seen the horrors of war and survived, and not simply a war where the odds were in your favor from the start, as what Coatl had experienced. His experience was a war where your enemy was just as powerful, if not more powerful, than you. Despite all this, he was starting to feel the slightest hint of fear. For he had hear Sekhmet's story and knew that, despite her claim to have never been part of the military, she had seen horrors beyond what he could never dream of, fought battles he could never win, and survived. No, not simply survived, thrived. And now she had an ally, whose strength and ability were unknown to him. That was what scared him.
After Coatl's fall Hao had retreated to the highest peak of the Arena to watch his new enemy, to learn his weaknesses. The two Egyptians were having slight difficulty with Diane's duplicate, her ability to copy herself and heal instantaneously were slowing down her defeat. And she had summoned one of her 'Angels', who he knew Sekhmet to have difficulty with. He knew that, no matter how much she stalled she would fall. It was good she was enjoying herself.
"You almost got me there! Woops! Missed again! You're doing that on purpose!"
Bakura gritted his teeth, hacking his way through the army of clones. This was getting nowhere. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Nessert, standing in a small glowing circle and chanting, her host activating cards with a fury. He had no idea what she was up to, but he knew that if she was distracted or killed, whatever she was doing would fail.
"HURRY!"
The female-bandit finally raised her head and, with a maniac look in her eyes, raised her palm towards Diane's Ankh.
"DISPELL!"
The doppelgangers vanished along with the angel, leaving the witch standing with a bemused look in her eye.
"Congratulations! I salute you!"
She didn't cry out or move as the three blades pierced her chest.
Two down, one to go. And where was the final victim?
Hao felt his blood run cold. They were after him now.