The battle was on as soon as the darkness covered the storage room completely.
Whatever this thing was, it's life signs were fading fast, but as it threw the opening attack, it still streaked the air with killing intent.
The corrupted humans were undead puppets, with no life force and no will of their own, meaning none of them gave off life signs, and none of them had the intent to kill, the only thing that gave them away was their emotions, or the lack of any.
This place is strange, mostly because all around, there is a sublining of emotion, not a bit of will to live, not any will to kill, but just a slight, emotional charge.
The dolls had no emotions, or way too much to be able to be masked by the emotional veil over this place.
That being said, this thing, it is camouflaged perfectly with the emotions of this place.
But it's intent to kill me is blaring, and easily helped me dodge it's attacks.
I tried to get a jab in here or there, but it was like punching water, nothing really connected.
And as the fight goes on, it's attacks get fast and faster as well. And are starting to appear from impossible places.
It nearly got me with a feint, as I dodged into the path of Killing intent I didn't sense coming from behind me until it was too late.
As the battle grew more intense and my injuries started to catch up with me, I started growing slower and slower.
Even with my ki, I was in no shape to fight, my every muscle was aching like a bitch, my mind was fraying even before this, and this only compounded on the lead like feeling in my torso.
If something doesn't change soon, I am going to die.
As I continue to try and dodge, and my body continued to get grazed by the apparently sharp attacks, I found my mouth stretched wide open.
'I'm smiling?' Indeed I was, and as my mind paused in a bit of surprise, I barely noticed the attack coming at my stomach.
Only having a moment to avoid the attack, I jerked to the left. But I had moved too slow to dodge fully.
Even more blinding pain scarred across my mind, and I was left paralyzed for a moment too long, as it attacked again, and again, and again.
As I slump, exhausted and in far too much pain, it pulls it's stake out of my side, and I fall to my knees.
I throw up all of my food, and what's probably too much blood.
But as I throw up, I also feel something way too big move up my esophagus.
It added onto the static in my mind, the panic of my breathing way being blocked.
But as I finally threw that final, big ass thing up, I felt the bastard's killing intent piercing through my neck.
I jerked my head up, and tried once again to move as much as I could to avoid the attack.
But, I was still smiling. But as I moved out of the way, the fast moving attack hooked onto my cheek, and…
The sound of ripping flesh was the only thing that met my ears as I froze in shock.
I could feel my mind shift as my eye twitched, it was only now that I realized that my mana was gone.
As my rage mounted, and I tried to control it, my hand brushed against a hard object in the wetness of my puke.
I felt a twinge of mana in that thing.
The bastard had already withdrew it's stake from my cheek as I thought, and I could already feel it's next strike.
I threw myself backwards, trying desperately to keep myself from blacking out from the pain, I found myself hitting something hard and sharp.
The spiked limb that was once in my spleen!
But I didn't have the time to think about the implementations of it being outside of my body, as the thing was already on me again.
The smile was probably more of a snarl now.
With the broken limb of my enemy in one hand, and a rock that had a small bit of magic in it for some reason in the other, I used the magic to send out a small spell through the spike in my other hand.
A tiny mana bullet, with a single rune inside it.
And as the asshole started to attack again, I blasted the tiny thing at it.
And then, as if I had been balancing on a tightrope and just missed a step, a felt a bit of vertigo as I fell to the ground, unconscious.
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For the first real spell I had seen the little girl cast, it was exactly as I thought it would be, slow and wispy, but mostly just sad.
I didn't even bother morphing my new body out of the way as I got to finally deal the finishing blow!
As much as I might love to talk, I know we'll enough that you should never talk when in combat, even with a crazy nine year old with way too much bloodthirst in her eyes…
But even as I went to finish off that little mongrel, it was my surprise that i couldn't move.
I was then forced to watch from every angle as my body began to freeze.
It didn't matter, I still had some movement, but even as I tried to pierce into her brain stem, my body started freezing at a far faster rate.
Before the next moment had passed, all that was left was a pitch black statue of a figure thrusting an arm turned spike downward toward the prone form of a tiny blood covered girl…
She, froze the blood that makes up my body, with the spell?
No, it was more of a, nudge, into a state it should have been in for a while.
I was forced to watch from the inside out, as my body slowly began to crumble into minuscule shards of frozen ichor, ones that I could not control in the slightest.
And still, she was smiling… even as her face was now marred with a rictus wound that now raked all the way to her left ear, she was still smiling even into the bile soaked stone floor.
I could do nothing but stare at that scarred visage, I resisted the memories, even as they tried to invade my mind.
But I couldn't even try and run, my countless eyes cannot even move away from that damned smile.
Even as my physical form was nothing more than frozen dust of the floor, even as a portion of my body fell upon her from and began to melt.
Even as the ichor, began to meld into her flesh…
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The end of this chapter.