It was the ability I had seen at the start, it cost aura to use, as its name said, it was a blessing of blood.
When activated, the more wounded I am, the stronger the type of attacks I could use; it healed the damage I had taken. It only healed me if I did more damage than I had received; it was a type of inhuman ability, and I couldn't use it here, in front of them.
normal humans.
I had tried to finish him by taking the chance that the opponent thought my sudden defense was something unexpected,
but-
He moved his body.
He bent down and avoided it by lowering his head. With my height and the distance between him and me, how could I, or my hand, hit him?
Since this place wasn't a place you could fully go on the defense, you can't stay in it all the time; sometimes you are going to be forced on the offense or forced to act.
I had gone on the offensive. My knife swung in a slow arc, using all I could muster in the form of an overhead slash, when I thought that, but with the exchange of swings, parries, and swings.
I could only throw in all that was left in my energy, and with a spin i launched forward and used all my weight by standing on my feet and throwing it to him, and in doing that, he got the first option to dodge my sudden swing of energy, instead of parrying and letting him take the blow
Just to see how serious I am, or this is some childish behavior for him to break and decide I don't need my ass anymore.
I had to stop controlling my strength, though it was subtle; I had gone past human limitations, for this instant, time felt slow.
The world narrowed to the space between us. The rhythmic scrape of our shoes on the polished floor, the metallic scent of blood hanging in the air, the labored sound of our breathing. He was breathing a little harder now. A small victory. I was making him work for it.
But he was still in control. He was the teacher, and I was the struggling student.
I had learned enough.
Clang
I swung my knife in a wide arc, catching him off guard. He parried, but the force of my swing sent him staggering back a step.
It was my turn to press the attack. I moved forward, a series of quick thrusts. He dodged and parried each one with a grace that belied his wounds. But the blood still seeped steadily from his injuries, pooling onto the floor.
The movement of the fight was contorting the slashes in his chest, causing him more pain.
But we were well past the point of stopping.
We had entered the realm of survival now. No longer a lesson, it had become a fight for life and death.
Who would give first? That would be the question. Who would bleed more? Who would surrender and pass out on the blood-soaked wooden floors?
Blood had stained us, dyed us red, a river of red. It had soaked through my clothes and painted my skin. His blood or mine, I was no longer sure.
But here we were.
Even injured, even exhausted, it wasn't over.
Clang-Thunk - Clang-
Thunk
I had gone on the offensive. using my injured leg. I moved like a spring, then coiling. and using my uninjured leg as a counterbalance.
For a moment, my thoughts had trailed to my Knife; if I had that, at least I had a chance.
A flying blade flew to my face, and without thought, I brought my knife upwards, hitting its handle and deflecting it from my face.
That was a blade, huh? I think. I am getting a little sluggish. A dull numbness was setting into my arm, a side effect of blocking. That flying Knife might have cut my face off had I let it do its own thing.
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It was the ability I had seen at the start, it cost aura to use, as its name said, it was a blessing of blood.
When activated, the more wounded I am, the stronger the type of attacks I could use; it healed the damage I had taken, I do more damage than I had received, it was a type of inhuman ability, and I couldn't use it here, in front of them.
normal humans.
I had tried to finish him by taking the chance that the opponent thought my sudden defense was something unexpected.
He moved his body.
I had gone on the offensive. My blade swung in a downward motion using all I could muster, i swung downwards, using it all.
The sound of air being sliced could be heard.
It was subtle, but I had gone past human limitations. For this instant, time felt slow.
I could sense every drop of blood and sweat that coated my skin, the beat of my heart. My breathing and the world around me slowed. I could see every part of him, even the wound I had given him.
He twisted at the last second, but I had expected this. My left leg, which was bleeding, was now a blur of motion, a feint to draw his attention.
The real attack came from my right.
I shifted my weight, pivoting on my left foot, and brought my right leg up in a powerful roundhouse kick. It was a move I'd practiced a thousand times, a move that had become second nature to me. But this was different. This was real.
I saw it in his eyes as I kicked a shock that was quickly replaced by a grudging respect. He had underestimated me. And now he was paying the price.
My foot connected with his side, and I felt a sickening crunch as at least two of his ribs gave way. A spray of blood filled the air, painting the wall behind him a vibrant crimson.
He staggered back, gasping for breath, a look of disbelief on his face. And then he smiled. A genuine, blood-soaked smile.
"I, I give up."
His hands moved upwards, in surrender, but the look on his face was one of pure, unadulterated joy. A smile was on his face, even though blood was gushing out of us like a faucet, he was happy.
Thud!.
And then he collapsed, His legs gave out from under him, and he fell to the floor in a heap of broken bones and shattered pride.
Silence, the place i was in, was dojo of some kind, inside of a warehouse, it was a place with a dojo like place to pratice in, but they had told me, the men in black, had said take it like "You'd die," though i had tryed to my best, not exposing my Non Human abilitys, i stuck to human limitations, but i still had, went past it.
I looked at my hands, and they were covered in blood. My blood. His blood. It was all the same. I had won. But at what cost?
My leg throbbed with a dull, persistent ache, a constant reminder of the price of my victory. The adrenaline began to fade, and the full extent of my injuries started to make themselves known. I was a mess. A bloody, broken mess.
But I was alive.
And that was all that mattered.
[Would u like to reactivate Orc's Active skill: Blessing of blood?]
Not yet, I had to bear through this, and I had to meet her again.
to tell her I had finished what I needed to do.
the one place. She had trusted me to do, though I was covered in blood, I had to go to her and tell her I had won.
I pushed myself to my feet, my body screaming in protest. I took a step, then another, my leg threatening to give way with each movement. But I kept going. I had to see her.
I stumbled out of the dojo, the cool night air a welcome relief from the stuffy, blood-soaked room. I looked around, my vision starting to blur at the edges. I was losing a lot of blood. Too much.
I had to get to her. Before it was too late.