Chapter 98 - Ken Vs Michelle

Michelle made her move the split second she saw Ken make his. She knew he was stronger than her, so she had to make the first move to gain an advantage in this fight. Ken on the other hand, only wanted to test out her potential. 

Both of them had not yet drawn out the power from their weapons, and they were just using the techniques that they had picked up in their years. As Michelle neared Ken, she saw one of the blades coming straight towards her face, rotating. She smiled as she moved to the side, and kept her charge towards him going.

Ken smiled as he saw her reaction time. After they reached a certain distance, he flashed a smile. Michelle felt something graze by her cheek, and she jumped back. "But I thought I dodged it", she was baffled. Ken was enjoying her expressions. 

He then made his move and began to attack her. Sparks were flying all over the place as she defended against his attacks, and since he was a dual wielder, she was finding it hard to keep up with the speed of his attacks. 

She was swinging her scythe left and right, and it kept blocking his attacks. "Nice, now let's see if you can keep this up", he said as he picked up speed. Michelle now had difficulty in blocking his attacks, and she was getting cut while she blocked one of his attacks.

She was wincing in pain, but she gritted her teeth and pushed forward. Her willpower was something she was proud of, and she was pushing through the pain which was caused by the minuscule cuts. Ken jumped back and smiled.

"Now, show me the power of the weapon", he said and one of his eyes turned white like a beautiful moon. If someone looked into his eyes, they would be mesmerized by the way his eyes were. There was also a mark running from his left cheek to the top of his left eye, and it was filled with white light.

Michelle then called upon her power of Death, but unlike him, only her eyes turned black with the red iris. "Seems like you have begun to harness the power of the weapons", said Ken with a smile, and he disappeared. Michelle was now stunned. 

"How is it possible for him to disappear? Isn't moonlight available at night?", she thought as she looked around. Her body was screaming at her, and she wanted to run. "Calm down and focus", came Death's voice to her mind. 

She took a deep breath and regained her composure. She looked around the place differently, and she was trying to figure out his location. She felt an attack come from the left, but she was too slow to dodge it. It cut right at her shoulder, and blood began to gush out. 

Ken was invisible to Michelle, and he felt sorry that he had to do this. 

"Moonheart, are you sure about damaging the host? What if she goes bonkers, or loses her spirit? I don't want that to happen", he said to her. All he heard was a chuckle. "Trust me on this one. Death is a stubborn guy, and he doesn't choose someone that easily. I need him to assimilate with her as I have done with you", she said.

Michelle looked around again, and she then sensed something in her surroundings. A glint was seen in her eyes momentarily, and her insti8nct was telling her to duck. She followed it, and she saw the blade go right past her.

"That was close", was her only thought as she kept her eyes on the blade to figure out where he was. But the moment she saw it, it vanished. "So, even the weapon can make itself invisible", she concluded. 

It was tough for her to pinpoint an exact location, and she began to calculate the angles from which he had attacked. Although she wasn't as smart as Lucas was, she had her fair share of fights before to know how to figure it out. 

"First from my left, then from behind, now it should come from my right back cross", she thought and tightened her grip on her scythe. She didn't move, but she was anticipating the attack. She kept her face stoic, indicating that she was still confused.

She was counting down the time between both of the attacks, and right when she reached zero, she turned and blocked the attack which was directed at her. Ken had a smile across his face after he saw her block the attack. She still hadn't assimilated with Death yet, and that was their goal right now.

"Moonheart, maybe we should take this up a notch", he said to her. Moonheart chuckled. "You just want to have fun, you battle maniac", she said. "You got me", he said as he revealed his location. 

"Congratulations on figuring out my attack pattern. But do you know something? These aren't the only ones that I have", he said with a smile across his face. He threw two discs at her, and she dodged them both. 

"Now he doesn't have any... WHAT!", she thought when she saw him running towards her with two blades in his hand. He jumped as soon as he reached close to her, and she put up her scythe. She felt her knees give way to the sheer amount of force behind his attack. Her grip tightened, and she began to push the blades away.

"Too slow", said Ken as he quickly did a sweep of the foot. Michelle was on the ground, and he was about to kill her. Michelle was frustrated, and she did a backward roll. Something inside snapped, and her eye began to glow.

"You dare, Moonheart?! You dare to kill the person I chose?", changed her voice. Ken smiled and called back the weapons he threw. His voice changed too, and the mark across his face was pulsing.

"Yes, I do", said Moonheart. Death was pissed off. He thought this was going to be a friendly spar, and he also wanted to fight against Moonheart. A smile spread across her face, and it was an erratic one. A mark rose right below her left eye, the one which had turned.

Death was assimilating some of his Power in her body, and the mark which had formed differently. While Moonheart's mark went from the left cheek to the top of the eye like a crescent, Death's mark went like a scythe and in the middle was a red line. 

She then made her move, and she was stronger than before. Moonheart was having trouble keeping up with his speed. "The first assimilation always tends to happen this way", said Moonheart, and this message wasn't meant for Death. 

Lucas heard the message and he registered it in his mind. "Seems like until the assimilation is complete, someone needs to defend against their onslaught of attacks. Just how many stages of assimilation is there?", he thought as he looked at the fight.

Just the first stage of assimilation and there was a major difference in her fighting style. Her movements were much more fluid than before, and she was connecting her movements like a chain now. 

Ken and Michelle, or Moonherart and Death to be exact, were fighting and laughing. Death's laugh was erratic as he said, "You will see now, Moonheart. I didn't expect you to be stronger than before", he said as he jumped back. Moonheart gave a smile back. 

"Me neither. I never thought you would find someone in the first place", she said as she looked at Michelle. Death was slowly giving control back to Michelle, and she was beginning to see the surge in power after the assimilation. She crouched on the floor and lunged forward.

Ken dodged the attack, and this time it was him and not Moonheart fighting. Michelle made a vertical slash, and he dodged it. But a smile crept across her face as she twisted the scythe and pulled it back. A slash was made across his right shoulder.

"I finally cut", she smiled as she began to push forward. She began to spin the scythe, and Ken was having a hard time keeping up with her movements. "The individual is indeed skilled", he thought as he was dodging and blocking her attacks.

Ken was now on the defensive, and Michelle was on the offensive. He smiled once again, and he threw his blades outwards. Just as Michelle was about to place the scythe on his neck, she felt an indomitable pressure around her.

Ken had a white glow around him, and the pressure was coming from him. "The Aura of The Night", informed Death to her. She also saw the two blades circling near her neck, threatening to cut her at any moment.

"I give up", she said as she let go of the scythe. The weapon began to morph into the beautiful woman, Moonheart.. Michelle was stunned when she saw the beauty standing in front of her.