Kiss of the vampire (volume 2)
"The Girl with the Sharp sword"
Mission seven: Gigante Puño de dragón!
Beowolf materialized before Ben Rayleigh like a specter, his massive frame radiating an aura of menace. Ben's eyes widened in terror as Beowolf's fist shot out, connecting with his jaw with bone-crushing force. The impact sent Ben flying, his body hurtling through the air like a rag doll.
Mountain ranges blurred together as Ben's body crashed through trees, rocks, and earth, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake. The speed and force of the attack were so great that Ben couldn't even process what was happening, let alone react.
Finally, Ben's body came to rest at the base of a ravaged mountain, his vision spinning. As he struggled to sit up, Beowolf loomed over him, his eyes blazing with an otherworldly intensity.
"Long time no see, Ben," Beowolf said, his voice dripping with malice. "It's been a millennia, wasn't it?"
Meanwhile, Deyviel and Denver were fighting for their lives against Datu Talagbusao's minions. The aswangs, summoned by the powerful datu, swarmed around them, their twisted bodies a blur of claws and teeth.
"This is bad," Deyviel muttered, his eyes darting towards Crispin and Basilio, who were frantically working to heal their boss. "Hey, you two mask men, how long does your boss need to get fully healed?"
"About a minute! We need 3 plus!" Crispin replied, his voice strained with effort.
Denver grunted, his sword flashing in the dim light as he fought off the aswangs. "Tsk, this is bad right now. This guy is using some sort of King's authority or blood dome. That's why all of our abilities are heavily weakened."
Deyviel's eyes narrowed as he unleashed a flurry of attacks with his Red Queen 2.0. "Handle those guys, I think I can hold till that bitch wakes up."
With a fierce cry, Deyviel put everything he had into his attacks, his sword slicing through the aswangs with deadly precision. Datu Talagbusao sneered, his eyes flashing with malevolent glee.
"Come, child, face your death!" he taunted, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
Deyviel smirked, his eyes flashing with defiance. "Man, I guess we're still dancing! Bring it on!"
The battle raged on, the outcome hanging precariously in the balance. Would Deyviel and his team emerge victorious, or would Datu Talagbusao's dark powers prove too great to overcome? Only time would tell.
Deyviel's eyes blazed with determination as he clashed with Datu Talagbusao's minions. "Dammit, Crispin! How much longer?! We can't hold out for much longer!"
Crispin's voice was strained, his words punctuated by grunts of effort. "Almost there, Deyviel! Just...just a few more seconds!"
Denver's sword sliced through an aswang's neck, his face twisted in disgust. "This is insane! We're like sitting ducks in this blood dome! What's going on, Deyviel?"
Deyviel's sword flashed in the dim light, striking down another aswang. "I don't know, Denver! But I think Talagbusao's using some kind of ancient magic to weaken us. We need to hold on until our boss wakes up!"
Talagbusao's laughter echoed through the cavern, his eyes gleaming with malevolent glee. "You fools! You think you can defeat me? I have the power of the ancient ones on my side!"
Deyviel's face twisted in anger, his sword striking true as he landed a critical hit on Talagbusao. "Shut up, you freak! You're not going to win this fight!"
Talagbusao stumbled back, his eyes flashing with fury. "You...you dare to strike me?! I'll show you the true meaning of power!"
The datu summoned a wave of dark energy, unleashing it towards Deyviel and his team. Deyviel raised his sword, bracing for impact, but the energy wave crashed against him like a tsunami, sending him flying across the cavern.
As Deyviel struggled to get back to his feet, he saw Crispin and Basilio desperately working to revive their boss. "Come on, guys! We need her now more than ever!"
Crispin's face was etched with worry. "We're trying, Deyviel! But it's not working! We need more time!"
Deyviel's eyes locked onto Talagbusao, his face twisted in determination. "I'll give you time. You just get our boss back on her feet. I'll take care of this monster."
With a fierce cry, Deyviel charged towards Talagbusao, his sword flashing in the dim light.
Datu Talagbusao's eyes locked onto Kliev, who was busy fighting off a swarm of aswangs. The datu's face twisted in a malevolent grin as he raised his hand, summoning a dark energy bolt.
"No!" Deyviel screamed, his eyes widening in horror as he saw the bolt hurtling towards Kliev.
Without hesitation, Deyviel sprinted towards Kliev, his heart racing with fear. He pushed Kliev out of the way just as the energy bolt struck, hitting Deyviel with incredible force.
The impact sent Deyviel flying across the cavern, his body crashing into the stone walls with a sickening thud. He slid to the ground, his vision blurring, but he refused to give up.
Kliev's eyes widened in shock as he stared at Deyviel's battered body. "Deyviel! No! Why did you...?!"
Deyviel's face twisted in pain, but he managed a weak smile. "You...you're one of my friends...I'd do it again in a heartbeat..."
Talagbusao's laughter echoed through the cavern, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Foolish mortal! You think sacrificing yourself will save your friends? I'll crush them all!"
The datu summoned a wave of aswangs, sending them towards Kliev and the others. Deyviel struggled to get back to his feet, his body screaming in agony.
"Denver...Crispin...Basilio...protect Kliev...don't let them...touch him..." Deyviel's voice was weak, but his determination was clear.
Denver's face set in a fierce determination. "We've got this, Deyviel! You just focus on recovering!"
With a fierce cry, Denver and the others charged into battle, their swords flashing in the dim light. The fight was intense, with aswangs swarming everywhere, but Deyviel's friends fought with renewed determination, driven by their loyalty and friendship. But slowly Datu Talagbusao body began to twist and turn until it's separate into two . Now they were facing two Datu Talagbusao."now let's see how you fight both of me"
As the battle raged on, Deyviel's vision began to fade, but he knew his friends wouldn't win without him so he slap himself to regain his senses."man, this guy is giving us a hard time. Hey D you handle the clone I'll handle the original body!"
"You got it brother!" He smiled, his eyes closing in relief...
Crispin and Basilio stood guard around Trese, who was lying on the ground, her body slowly healing under Crispin's ministrations. Emily assisted Crispin, her eyes fixed on Trese's wounds.
Kliev fought off the aswangs, his movements swift and deadly. "I've got the perimeter! You focus on healing Trese!"
Crispin nodded, his hands moving rapidly as he channeled his energy into Trese's body. "Almost there...just a few more seconds..."
Basilio's eyes scanned the surroundings, his sword at the ready. "Keep going, Crispin! We've got this!"
As the aswangs closed in, Kliev and Basilio fought with renewed intensity, their swords slicing through the creatures with precision. Trese's body began to glow with a soft, golden light as Crispin's healing magic took hold.
Meanwhile, Denver faced off against Datu Talagbusao, his eyes locked onto the datu's transforming arm. "You're going to regret unleashing that thing," Denver said, his voice firm.
Talagbusao's dragon arm flexed, the claws extending with a metallic screech. "We'll see about that," he sneered, charging towards Denver.
The battle raged on, with Denver and Talagbusao clashing in a frenzy of steel and claw. Kliev and Basilio continued to protect Trese, fighting off the aswangs with skill and precision. Crispin and Emily worked tirelessly to heal Trese's wounds, their magic and medicine slowly restoring her strength.
Denver clashed swords with a clone of Datu Talagbusao, the two of them exchanging blows in a flurry of steel and shadow. The clone's eyes blazed with the same malevolent energy as the original, its movements eerily synchronized with Talagbusao's own.
"You're a hard one to kill, I'll give you that," Denver said, his sword slicing through the clone's defenses. "But you're still just a copy."
The clone sneered, its voice identical to Talagbusao's. "I am just as real as you are, mortal. And I'll prove it by killing you!"
The battle raged on, with Denver dodging and weaving between the clone's attacks. Meanwhile, the real Datu Talagbusao watched from the shadows, his eyes fixed intently on Trese.
"Crispin, how much longer?" Kliev asked, his sword flashing in the dim light as he fought off the aswangs.
"Almost there!" Crispin replied, his hands moving rapidly as he channeled his energy into Trese's body. "Just a few more seconds..."
Talagbusao's eyes narrowed, his face twisted in a calculating gaze. "It seems my clone is keeping Denver busy. Time for me to take care of the real prize..."
With a swift movement, Talagbusao closed in on Trese, his dragon arm flexing ominously. Kliev and Basilio stood ready, their swords at the prepared to defend their friend.
As Talagbusao closed in on Trese, Kliev and Basilio stood firm, their swords flashing in the dim light. "You're not getting anywhere near her," Kliev said, his voice firm.
Talagbusao sneered, his dragon arm flexing ominously. "We'll see about that."
The battle raged on, with Denver fighting the clone, Kliev and Basilio defending Trese, and Crispin working to complete her healing. The air was thick with tension as the outcome hung precariously in the balance.
Suddenly, Trese's eyes flickered open, her gaze locking onto Talagbusao. A fierce determination burned within her, and she slowly rose to her feet, her strength returning.
"It's time to end this," she said, her voice steady.
With a fierce cry, Trese charged into battle, her movements swift and deadly. The tide of the fight began to turn, and Talagbusao's smile faltered.
The battle was far from over, but with Trese back in the fight, the stakes had just gotten a lot higher.
Datu Talagbusao's eyes gleamed with sadistic fascination as he watched Trese charge into battle, her movements swift and deadly. "Ah, your friend's ability is similar to a real deal," he said, his voice dripping with mockery. "How... unfortunate he can't use it in its full glory or doesn't know how to. Tsk, what a pity... You're wasting such potential!"
Crispin's face twisted in anger and frustration at the datu's words, but he gritted his teeth and kept his focus on maintaining the healing magic. "Shut your filthy mouth, Talagbusao!" Kliev snarled, his sword clashing with the datu's dragon arm with increased ferocity. "You're just jealous of our strength!"
Talagbusao's laughter was like a cold breeze on a winter night, sending shivers down their spines. "Oh, I'm just getting started," he taunted, his eyes flashing with malevolent glee. "Let's see how long your friend's little tricks can keep up with my power... Let's see how long you can last against the darkness!"
The battle raged on, with Trese and her friends fighting with desperation and fury against Talagbusao's dark powers. But the datu's words had struck a chord, and Crispin couldn't shake off the feeling that he was indeed holding back, that there was more to his abilities than he knew...
Deyviel sneered at Datu Talagbusao as they clashed, their eyes locked in a fierce stare. "Heh, what a copy cat!" Deyviel taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.
Talagbusao's face twisted in anger, but he didn't back down. Instead, he charged forward, his dragon arm flexing ominously.
Deyviel smiled, his eyes flashing with excitement. He raised his own arm, and as he did, his limb transformed into a magnificent dragonic appendage. The arm was covered in shimmering, metallic scales that seemed to ripple with energy. The muscles beneath the surface flexed and bulged, giving the arm a powerful, imposing appearance.
The hand ended in razor-sharp claws, each one tipped with a glowing, blue-white edge. As Deyviel moved his arm, the claws seemed to shimmer and dance, leaving trails of light in their wake.
The arm itself was a deep, fiery red, with intricate, swirling patterns that seemed to pulse with energy. The scales glistened like polished metal, reflecting the dim light of the cavern.
"You're no match for me," Deyviel said, his voice confident. "My arm may look like yours, but it's far more powerful."
Talagbusao snarled, his eyes flashing with anger. "We'll see about that," he spat, charging forward.
The two combatants clashed, their dragon arms meeting in a shower of sparks. The sound of their battle echoed through the cavern, a deafening crash of claws and scales.
Deyviel's dragonic arm flexed and twisted, the claws slicing through the air with deadly precision. Talagbusao's own arm matched him blow for blow, the two of them exchanging attacks in a flurry of motion.
The battle raged on, the two combatants trading blows and neither gaining the upper hand. Deyviel's arm seemed to be a perfect match for Talagbusao's, the two of them locked in a fierce struggle.
As the fight continued, the cavern began to show signs of strain. Rocks fell from the ceiling, and the walls shook with the force of their blows. The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel, and the smell of smoke and sweat hung heavy over the battlefield.
Despite the intensity of the battle, neither combatant showed any signs of fatigue. Deyviel's dragonic arm seemed to be fueled by his determination and rage, while Talagbusao's own powers seemed to be driven by his dark magic.
Deyviel's eyes gleamed with a fierce intensity as he summoned the power of his dragon arm. A blue, spirit-like copy of his arm materialized beside him, mimicking his every movement.
The spirit arm seemed to be made of a shimmering, ethereal energy that pulsed with power. It was a perfect replica of Deyviel's dragonic arm, complete with razor-sharp claws and intricate, swirling patterns.
As Deyviel gestured to grab Datu Talagbusao, the spirit arm mirrored his movement, its claws extending as it reached out to snatch the datu's foot. Datu Talagbusao's eyes widened in surprise as he felt the spirit arm wrap around his ankle, holding him in place.
Deyviel's face twisted in a cold, calculating smile. "You're going to regret underestimating me," he said, his voice dripping with menace.
With a swift motion, Deyviel slammed his fist into an imaginary surface, and the spirit arm copied his movement, slamming Datu Talagbusao onto the ground with incredible force. The datu's body crashed into the stone floor, sending shockwaves through the cavern.
As Datu Talagbusao struggled to get back to his feet, Deyviel stood over him, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "You're nothing but a relic of the past," he said, his voice cold and detached. "And relics are meant to be broken."
The spirit arm still grasped Datu Talagbusao's foot, holding him in place as Deyviel prepared to deliver the final blow. The outcome of the battle hung precariously in the balance, and it seemed that Datu Talagbusao's fate was all but sealed.
As Datu Talagbusao lay in the center of the giant crater, created by Deyviel's devastating slam, he slowly shook off the daze. His eyes narrowed, and a snarl twisted his face as he realized the extent of his predicament.
But before he could react, Deyviel jumped into the air, his body arcing upwards with incredible force. As he reached the apex of his jump, he raised his hand, and his dragon spirit arm began to grow.
The arm expanded to an incredible size, its blue, ethereal energy pulsing with power. It grew bigger and bigger, until it was as large as an airplane, its claws gleaming like razor-sharp mountains.
The spirit arm's energy crackled with anticipation, as if it was a conduit for Deyviel's very soul. The air around it seemed to distort and ripple, as if reality itself was bending to accommodate its power.
Deyviel's eyes blazed with determination as he charged the spirit arm with his ki energy. The energy built up, swirling around the arm like a vortex of light and sound.
As the energy reached its peak, Deyviel's voice boomed through the cavern, echoing off the walls. "Time to meet your maker bitch!" he shouted, his words dripping with conviction.
With a mighty roar, Deyviel unleashed the punch, and the dragon spirit arm shot forward like a missile. A colossal blast of ki energy accompanied the punch, illuminating the cavern with a brilliant light.
The punch was destined to collide with Datu Talagbusao, and it seemed that nothing could stop it.
To be continued...