Zafron's red sli surged around him, forming a thick, roiling cocoon that encased Mordred. The sli wrapped tightly around the fallen man, its surface undulating with a malevolent intent. Zafron's eyes glead with a cold, ruthless determination as he extended his arm, the sli shifting to grasp Mordred firmly.
With a vicious yank, Zafron lifted Mordred off the ground, his body enveloped in the pulsating red mass. The sli squeezed and constricted, applying excruciating pressure as it held Mordred aloft. Zafron then brought the encased body down with a brutal slam against the floor.
The impact was deafening, the sli absorbing and amplifying the force, creating a resonant thud that reverberated through the room.
This was deliberate. These n had caused him so much pain and killing them instantly would do him no favours. Punishing them however, now that, that was fun!!
Without hesitation, Zafron lifted Mordred again and brought him down a second ti. Each slam was more powerful than the last, the sli cushioning and enhancing the blows. Mordred's muffled screams and gasps of pain were barely audible over the rhythmic thumping of the repeated impacts.
Just as Zafron prepared for another crushing slam, a sharp whisper of tal through the air caught his attention. He snapped his head to the side, deflecting Gustavo's blade with a fluid flick of the red sli. The weapon skidded harmlessly off the protective barrier, its edge barely grazing the surface.
Zafron's gaze locked onto Gustavo, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Last ti, you stabbed in the back. This ti, I'll look you dead in the eye and do the sa."
Gustavo's face turned pale as he took a hesitant step back, his confidence evaporating under the intensity of Zafron's glare.
Before Gustavo could react, Mordred, still encased in the sli, let out a final, desperate gasp as he summoned multiple blades from thin air. The blades whirled through the air, their edges glinting nacingly as they hurled toward Zafron.
Sensing the slight shift in the air once more, Zafron dropped Mordred from his sli cocoon and forr six sli tentacles.
With a flick of his wrist, the sli tentacles lashed out, intercepting each blade with precise accuracy. The blades embedded themselves into the thick, gelatinous substance, montarily trapped before being hauled back towards Mordred with an almost playful ease.
Mordred's eyes widened in shock as the blades he had thrown were now coming back at him, his attempts to resummon the weapons futile. He scrambled to evade, but the red sli tentacles were relentless. Each blade was caught and redirected, and with a forceful swing, Zafron launched the barrage of weapons back at Mordred.
The impact of the returning blades forced Mordred into a desperate defense, but the barrage was too overwhelming.
He had no choice but to summon them into vanishing. But he wasn't safe for long.
With a thunderous roar, Zafron ford a massive, rock-solid fist from the red sli and swung it with devastating force. The fist collided with Mordred's chest, propelling him violently against the wall. The impact left a deep dent in the wall, and Mordred crumpled to the floor, his body unmoving.
Zafron's gaze snapped back to Gustavo, his anger palpable. The forr bounty hunter stood frozen, his eyes wide with terror as Zafron's red sli whirled around him like a storm.
Without a mont's hesitation, Zafron extended his hand, and the red sli shot out, encircling Gustavo's legs with a vice-like grip. Gustavo's attempt to escape was futile as the sli tightened, dragging him backward with an almost predatory force.
Gustavo's attempts to kick and wriggle free were in vain. The sli, a living entity of relentless malice, pulled him towards Zafron with an unyielding determination. Zafron's eyes glead with fury as he advanced, his movents precise and deliberate.
With Gustavo now within reach, Zafron's fist, still coated with the red sli, drew back and then shot forward with imnse power. The first punch connected with Gustavo's jaw with a sickening crunch, the impact reverberating through the room. Gustavo's head snapped sideways, his body twisting from the force. Blood sprayed from his mouth, staining his teeth and chin.
Zafron didn't give him a mont to recover. He continued the assault with brutal efficiency. Each punch landed with bone-shattering force, his fist and the red sli working in unison to amplify the damage. The repeated blows hamred into Gustavo's ribs, each hit producing a dull thud and causing the victim's body to convulse with the shock of impact.
The red sli, acting as both weapon and enhancer, transford each punch into a devastating force. It seeped into Gustavo's wounds, intensifying the agony and causing his flesh to swell and bruise with dark, purplish hues. The sli clung to Gustavo's skin, adding an extra layer of pressure and contributing to the already severe damage.
Gustavo's attempts to shield himself were futile; his arms flailed weakly as Zafron's relentless punches battered him. Each hit drove him further into the ground, his once-proud posture now a crumpled ss of pain and blood. His ribs cracked under the relentless assault, the sound of breaking bones mingling with his strangled cries.
Gustavo was only clinging on because of his enhanced healing and protection due to dabbling in dark magic. He too wasn't the regular street thug or thief. He was a rcenary for hire, however right now, things weren't looking good for him.
Zafron lood over Gustavo, who lay battered and broken on the floor, barely conscious. His voice was a low, dangerous growl as he spoke, each word dripping with venomous satisfaction.
"You rember Astoria, don't you, Gustavo? How you almost ended ? You thought you could just walk away from that? Well, look at you now!" Zafron's tone was icy, his anger still palpable as he continued.
"You had your chance to finish off and you would have gotten away with it though but here's a secret, I t a goddess!!!!" Zafron said that last part with a little bit of a whisper to Gustavo's ear.
"You thought stabbing in the back was clever? You thought you'd get away with it?" Zafron's voice rose, each word punctuated by a renewed, vicious punch to Gustavo's ribs. The red sli swirled around Zafron's fists, adding an extra layer of agony to every blow.
"Last ti, you struck from behind, cowardly and deceitfully. This ti, I'm looking you dead in the eye as I return the favor!" Zafron's voice cracked with fury. "This isn't just revenge; it's justice for every scar you left on . For every ti you tried to end ."
Zafron's fist smashed into Gustavo's face again, the force splattering blood and causing Gustavo to let out a pained, gurgling cry. "You thought you could defeat with your tricks and cowardice? Look at you now, barely able to move, barely able to breathe. Your arrogance blinded you, and now you're paying the price!"
He stepped back slightly, his eyes burning with a mixture of satisfaction and unyielding rage. The red sli continued to pulse around him. Gustavo, now a broken ss on the floor, could do nothing but groan weakly, his body wracked with pain.
"You thought you could get away with it," Zafron continued, his voice lowering to a deadly whisper. "But now, you're nothing more than a pathetic reminder of what happens when you cross !!" Zafron then began to form a large sli construct. It looked like a sledgehamr only if it was aid to be used to demolish a building. He raised it above his head, aiming it squarely for Gustavo.
"You will leave , you will leave Mara and you will leave Matilda alone. I'm sending you back to who sent you after . Tell him, if he wants his wife, he should co and get her!"
Just as Zafron was about to finish off Gustavo, a voice pierced the chaos. "Zafron!"
Mara's voice cut through the tumult, and Zafron's head whipped around to see her running toward him. He hesitated, turning his attention to her as she lunged into his arms, embracing him tightly.
"Mara!" Zafron's voice was a mix of relief and worry. "Where's Matilda? Is she safe?"
Before Mara could respond, Zafron felt a sudden, chilling change in the air behind him. He turned just in ti to see a blade flying toward him. The weapon struck him with brutal force, piercing through his body. He could barely react kn ti to stop it as it sunk into him. He could feel a cold sensation as the blade sliced through him. But it wasn't just that...
The blade left his body and was now in another.
Zafron's eyes widened in horror as he turned back around and watched Mara's face go pale. Blood trickled from her wound, and her knees buckled. She fell, but Zafron caught her, cradling her as she coughed up blood. Her eyes were wide with shock, tears streaming down her face with a blade lodged in her chest.
Zafron too was bleeding from his mouth but the pain was child's play compared to what he felt seeing Mara's eyes roll up and back down. She was convulsing right in his arms, choking on her own blood.
"No! Mara!" Zafron's voice broke. He tried to pull the blade out, but Mara held his hand, her gaze locked with his.
From behind them, Gustavo's twisted laughter echoed through the room. "Two for one special," he chortled, his voice tainted with sadistic pleasure as he managed to get up to his feet. A golden ring flashed around his fingers, glinting rely for a second. This was the sa ring that Malachi Vex was wore.
"Even I'm impressed by my aim," Gustavo said, cracking his neck and popping a bone back into its socket with a sick smile as he wiped the blood from his lips.
Hearing Gustavo's voice from behind him however, Zafron's rage flared uncontrollably. The red sli around him began to writhe and pulse with a life of its own. His body trembled with unrestrained fury. The system alerts flashed in his vision.
[Heart rate critically elevated. Qi output dangerously high]
[Berserker mode activated!]
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