Chapter 102 The Last Dance [part 3]

Chapter 102 The Last Dance [part 3]

Northern felt like he now had a hang of it.

'No... this is not a feeling. There's so much in my head. So much. I feel so powerful with this much information'

He had no idea what was happening or why but more than ever before he knew what he wanted to do.

His muscles screamed for him to dive into the pool of attacks. Even though his chest stung badly, they heaved with excitement.

Northern had never thought he would fall in love with combat. In fact, while growing up he thought he'd use his smartness to avoid it at all cost and only engage monsters.

But now, he was filled with so much excitement that he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like, consuming the battle styles of fellow humans.

He licked his lips at the thought of it.

With a roar of defiance, Night Terror recovered from another assault, its massive tail whipping through the air and slamming into Koll with the force of a battering ram.

The stalwart monster unleashed another torrent of void flames, the searing black inferno washing over the castle lord as Night Terror charged, its claws rending deep gouges in the cracked stone floor.

Northern's eyes were wide with an azure luster. His senses worked in overdrive as he processed every minute detail of the terror's movements.

He saw the raw, unbridled power behind each swing, the feral grace that belied Night Terror's immense bulk.

And in that moment, his body could not take it again.

Northern shot into the fray, quickly matching the frightening sequence with a torrent of fast double strikes that seemed to flow in and out of each other.

His strikes growing more primal on the surface, more feral as he sought to emulate the monster's fighting style.

Northern's mind, thought nothing, he eyes, suspended in a realm of absolute focus.

Not only did his strikes become troublesome for Koll to deal with, Koll's strikes were being parried easily with an out-of-focus look on Northern's face.

Pearls of sweat formed on the maelstrom's pallid face.

Something made his heart tremble... if he did have any. Cold tendrils crawled over his skin.

'What is this? Am I getting scared? Of this insignificant mortal?'

As that reality seared into his mind. Koll's expression paled for a second, then a dark scowl broke out of it.

With a defiant shout, Koll unleashed a torrent of crimson lances that flew across all directions.

Northern's eyes darted here, there, there, here and there... calculating the trajectories of all the lances headed his way in barely a fraction of second.

He shot forward, colliding with them and swinging his hands, his blades deflecting the deadly projectiles in a blur as he danced through the onslaught.

The castle lord already had enough time, to regain his composure, he had delivered a frightening cyclonic kick that buried Night Terror into the ground and in that selfsame second darted towards Northern.

As the latter broke through the onslaught of lances, the castle lord appeared in front of him.

...not without a couple of deep gashes on his shoulder and face.

His breathing was slowly becoming ragged. His face was battered, blood stains mixed with sweat here and there.

He could even taste his own blood in his mouth.

He exchanged the daggers and clenched tightly then focused on the castle lord who was locked in another fray of assault with Night Terror.

Taking a deep breath, Northern lunged forward.

Now that he was already getting a hang of it, tangling up with them didn't seem like it'd be much of an issue.

In fact it provided him more ground to correctly mirror Night Terror, although it also had certain risks because he was very close to a deviant maelstrom.

The battle grew tense as Northern joined, everything was happening so fast.

The castle lord was locked in between the endless streams of attacks from both combatant, and didn't seem to flinch a bit.

No, expression of dread on its face. In fact, it was awfully calm as it deflected all of their attacks.

But all routes for a counter were closed.

Together, Northern and Night Terror wove a deadly symphony, their movements synchronized in a lethal dance.

Northern danced and weaved crude strikes around the maelstrom, his footwork was a blur as he closed the distance, striking from every angle in a relentless barrage that complemented the terror's bestial fury.

Blow after blow rained down upon Koll, each strike more vicious than the last. The chamber shook with the force of their clash, the very air trembling with the weight of their conflict.

Night Terror roared, its jaws gaping wide as it unleashed another torrent of void flames that engulfed the castle lord.

Northern mirrored the terror's movements, his body coiling like a spring as he launched himself into a furious spinning assault, his stilettos tracing incandescent arcs that complemented the infernal onslaught.

Seeing that their symphony was getting more and more fluid, a slight frown began to break out of the maelstrom's indifferent expression.

With a powerful swing, he struck forward, impaling Night Terror with a shimmering red Lance that belatedly appeared in its hands.

The Terror flew back like a rag doll, its massive figure smashing against the throne seat.

Koll didn't of course rest, the moment he struck the monster, he twirled, another red Lance of energy appearing in his hands.

He struck Northern but the human had already seen it coming. Northern blocked the cross strike, crossing his own daggers upon each other.

He could feel the recoil sear through his bones and muscle as he withstood Koll's powerful attack.

However... that moment.

Northern's vision became blurry.

'Crap. I overdid it...'