Miyamoto Musashi

Sparks flew as the two blades met, Gray's veins showing as he struggled to push the summon back.

'You're in for it now,' laughed the demon in Gray's mind as sweat collected on his forehead.

Gray kicked the samurai summon back, trying to create some distance, however, their blades remained locked.

The summon didn't budge, instead, it drove forward, pushing Gray back as if he weighed nothing.

'What the hell is up with this thing,' thought Gray as he was being overpowered. His feet barely managing to find a good grip on the ground.

Gray stopped trying to push back, realizing that he was bound to lose in a test of strength. In one swift movement, he created a crimson red pistol in his free hand while swinging his greatsword in the other.

The summon seemed to read Gray's movements, ignoring the greatsword while paying close attention to the pistol in his left hand.

'Fuck, it saw me,' thought Gray as he unloaded a magazine of bullets on the summon.

The summon stood up straight, its left hand behind its back as it used its right to swing its blade left and right in small circular arcs, cutting every single bullet in half.

'You've got to be kidding me,' thought Gray inwardly as he realized that the summon was better than him at every aspect of battle.

Gray didn't stop his barrage of bullets, reloading the pistol with blood bullets every time his magazine clip was empty.

However, while still in bloodlust mode the blood price was more expensive than before, after firing his weapon for a few rounds it began taking a toll on him.

His vision became slightly blurry as he looked at the silent samurai in front of him. It was taking its time, as if telling him to try anything he wanted.

Gray took on its challenge, swinging his greatsword like a mad man, sending waves of red energy towards the summon.

The summon reacted immediately, dodging every energy wave as it came. It seemed as if everything Gray did was in slow motion to it, nothing seemed to work.

Gray stood there quietly, sweat dripping down his now pale face as he tried to catch his breath.

"There's no way you can beat Miyamoto," laughed the boss as his summon approached Gray slowly.

"I expected more from a thrall of Amaymon. It seems you were chosen on a fluke," said the summon in its ancient voice as it placed its long sword back in its scabbard, now holding only the short sword in its hand.

"But as a warrior, I shall grant you an honorable death," said the summon as it swung its short sword with unparalleled speed.

Gray barely managed to block it, however, the summon didn't stop there. A flurry of strikes were sent out, some moving so fast that Gray could only block on instinct.

Cuts began to litter his face as his suit protected him from any major wounds to the body.

Slash, one of the strikes managed to slice Gray's right hand off. His greatsword fell to the ground as blood sprayed all over the floor.

"It's over," said the boss as he gestured for his summon to finish Gray off.

"I didn't really want to fight it anyway. I just thought it would be fun," said Gray with a smile on his face as his hand grew back immediately.

"What? What are you?" asked the boss in shock as he saw Gray's hand back the way it was, as if nothing had happened.

"It doesn't matter, Miyamoto finish him now," shouted the boss.

Before the summon could carry out its master's orders Gray fired a stream of bullets towards the old, decrepit ceiling. Causing it to collapse.

A cloud of dust filled the room, clouding everyone's vision. In that split second Gray bolted for the boss, completely ignoring the summon.

The summon realized what Gray was after, but it was a second too late. Gray held the boss at gunpoint, burying the still hot barrel of his pistol in the chubby man's neck.

"Do you know why necromancers and summoners always send their summons ahead of them? Why they are always in hiding during battles? Instead choosing to plan things out, rather than fight on the front lines along with their summons?" asked Gray as everyone in the room stood still, the dust slowly settling.

"It's because of this one simple rule. You kill the summoner, you kill the summon, regardless of how powerful it is," said Gray with a smile across his face.

"M-Miyamoto, k" before the boss could finish his sentence Gray blew a hole in his foot, causing the man to scream out in pain.

"If your summon so much as moves, I'll send you to hell before me," warned Gray as he put the gun back to the man's neck.

"Now call it back," ordered Gray.

"Y-you think I'm an idi-" before the boss could finish another hole was blown in foot, this time on the other leg.

Another scream of pain echoed throughout the room, blood collecting beneath the two.

"Call him back," ordered Gray once more.

"M-Miyamoto, return," said the boss, prompting the summon to turn into a pile of human flesh.

"That's nasty," whispered Gray as he let the boss go.

"W-what? You're letting me go?" asked the boss in shock, as he stumbled to the ground.

"Of course. However that's only if you cooperate," said Gray, falling to the ground in exhaustion as well.

[Bloodlust mode has been deactivated.] resounded the voice in Gray's head as his eyes stopped gleaming red, and his hair stopped shining.