It was a vow I made right then and there. Mind hex was a creepy thing, and I had almost forgotten just how creepy it could be.
I was sure I wasn’t under one because of [Conqueror’s Will] and because I was aware. Even though the monster seed strong enough to bypass the attribute, it was like the attribute itself was warning .
And now that I was more conscious, I felt more in charge of my thoughts, unlike a few minutes ago, where I couldn’t even tell exactly what I was doing.
Looking at Nisha, it was almost, if not the exact sa thing with her. She was certainly not in control of her own mind anymore.
She held her Cleavers up to her face now, her gaze sharpened.
’I have to fight her? She’s going to beat the shit out of .’
The alternative would be to call Maggie and let the overzealous Saint deal with her. But in that regard, I was very worried for Nisha.
"Listen, it’s not like I can’t knock you to your senses, so don’t go thinking you beat . I just don’t intend to take things seriously, okay?"
I twirled my sword and extended it to my side on one hand, while she was stationary, her gaze drilling into my body to reach whatever was beyond it.
Then she exploded forward. She literally vanished in an instant and the next second she was upon .
But I knew she was going to do that, of course. Try to close the distance. If there was one thing I learnt from Kassie, it was the use of distance.
I put up a wall of fire around us, imdiately shrinking the space into a much smaller circle. White flas extended like a wall and joined together above, locking us both in a box of fire.
She slashed downward from behind, but I got a tingling in my neck and staggered away from the strike. I turned sharply and sent a kick flying at her. She blocked with her hand and raised a leg to guard her flank. As she caught it, wind exploded from the impact.
She didn’t even wait to put her leg down. Her balance was flawless nonetheless. She ate the distance between us and brought both Cleavers down like a hurricane, one coming from over her right shoulder, the other hurled from behind at her midsection. One would have slashed over my shoulder while the other carved into my ribs.
Thank goodness I decided to cease being pitiful, because in the past few seconds I couldn’t fully unleash my flas. I was being hesitant, didn’t want to hurt her. If Nisha managed to co back to her senses, she would definitely dislike for that one too.
But I also could not let her hurt devastatingly. As her blades closed in from both angles, a tornado of fire imdiately erupted around . I let the fla’s force spin away, and even as I moved I couldn’t hide my shock at the fact that Nisha did not let the flas stop her and instead charged in nonetheless.
I had made sure the flas didn’t reach her, but I also wasn’t expecting her to ride into it like it was just another storm.
This one was a raging storm of white flas. The mont I turned away, she gave chase imdiately, turning and swinging her Cleavers down one after the other with devastating force, as if she was truly determined to crush .
I continued to dodge and dodge while pulling back, but before I could create any distance, she had already covered the gap at terrifying speed and was breaking her Cleavers down on in relentless succession. Each of them moved like they were two parts of a whole. Where one flew forward over the head, the other followed sharply from the side, covering the first blade’s weakness and openings. Counterattacking was far more difficult than it looked.
Her style was rugged and brutal, as if she was a stubborn bull that had might and speed, determined to crush down the wall in front of her. Actually, make that two... two bulls.
I dodged sideways again and dashed into her space. My sword flew after in a trail of cold speckles as it swung towards her side to eat into her. But instead of slashing her with the opening I forced open, I turned my blade and struck the poml against her temple.
It was my mistake...
It was my mistake to underestimate her and think that such an attack was going to slow her down.
As the strike hit, she seed like she ought to stagger back because it had to have been painful, but she halted herself from even moving a single step. Before I could recover, she hurled her head towards like a projectile and bulldozed it right into my face, squeezing my features in.
At the sa ti, having seen the headbutt coming and knowing there was nothing I could do to stop it, I laced my attack for after it hit.
So chains flew out and lashed onto her. From all directions. Her hands were snapped back, her legs were instantly bound together, and she crumbled to her knees as the chains drew taut.
Then I glared at her, holding my broken nose.
"I might not want to burn your beautiful skin... but I’m sure as hell ready to burn your very soul."
It was better one lived with a charred soul than a charred body, wasn’t it.
I raised my chin towards her and said:
"Tell ... the weight of your sin."
As I activated the enchantnt of the chains, Nisha let out a loud cry. Her fists clenched, muscles and veins popping as she pulled on the chains wanting to break free. The shadow of herself beneath the ground turned to a circle and deepened unnaturally, as if the surface was becoming liquid. But the chains were not letting her go... and she was about to do sothing very crazy. After all, she had been fighting without her summon.
But at the sa ti, the air beca heavy, and the floor trembled, breath after breath, as if sothing was taking its ti to co closer to us.
Finally, a large tallic clang slamd onto the ground, ringing in my ear from behind. Nisha’s eyes widened in terror. The fear she had montarily forgotten about during our skirmish had returned, a hundredfold.
When my legs moved and I slowly turned back to where the creature stood, my heart skipped a beat.
Oh, and it certainly wasn’t for good reasons.
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