Ezra knew he had to think fast or this night would end with his death.
He'd spent the past minute dodging Jas' strikes and the funniest thing was that if he did lose, he knew the reason why. And it wasn't because Jas was more powerful than him.
Maybe it was because he'd ascended using the power of the key or his status as the progenitor's descendant, he was much stronger than Jas.
No. If he lost, it'll be because Jas was more experienced.
"Co here, you rat." Jas spat as he followed Ezra not giving him space. He raised his arms and slashed downwards.
As Ezra leapt back, Jas planted his palm on the floor and surged forward.
Ezra's eyes widened at that. He was stuck in mid air. He had nothing to push off of.
His eyes narrowed. Or did he?
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His wings burst out of his back and the force from one of the wings pushed him to the side, dodging the strike.
Without waiting for Jas to co for him again, his darkness began pouring off him, creating shards that pointed outwards. He had his Domination Aura out which ant that this ti, Jas wouldn't be able to break it down with his Domination Aura.
He kept cocooning himself in his darkness as his mind worked. Which tattoos did he have that belonged to just him?
Valaren, his Chira and Chaleon. Which ant he could use his darkness, his power stealing ability and his chaleon ability.
The chaleon ability wasn't that useful against other vampires but he didn't need it. Not for this.
Just before he'd locked himself inside this cocoon, he'd been able to catch a glimpse of Michelangelo subduing Nicodemus inside a stone coffin. That ant that when he leaves this place, he'd have to face two sixth ringed vampires at the sa ti.
"Fuck!"
That was when he activated an ability he rarely used. Mostly because he wasn't in situations where he needed to.
He opened his eyes and looked through his darkness as if it wasn't there. What he saw was enough to place a smile on his face. "Huh."
So, Jas had killed Michelangelo? That's... good? Well, it was good for Ezra. The ghost would be less powerful than the original. Maybe as powerful but it would still rely on Jas' vitality. And that was his edge in this battle.
His soul had been pumping him full of vitality nonstop for the past nineteen years. He wasn't sure if he'd ever go low on vitality but today would be the day he'd put the theory to the test.
Besides, if he ever ran out, he had Olivia and Red to draw more from. There was also the fact that his soul never stopped creating vitality.
Simply put, he had infinite power in this battle. Ti to put it to good news.
The cocoon fell away, popping open to wrap itself around him like armor. It settled on his skin before solidifying.
"Finally stopped hiding." Jas said, his arms crossed. Standing beside him was Michelangelo's ghost, complete with a pristine white suit.
"Finally stopped barking." Ezra shot back. "And you got yourself a dog."
"Cute, isn't he?" Jas grinned. "He's a nice addition to my collection. I could've added his wife, Lisa, but I was in too much of a hurry."
"I see." Ezra said. "My advice? You shouldn't have. Because you won't be using it in the future."
"Ha!" Jas laughed. "We'll see who gets to see tomorrow."
And with that he charged.
Ezra braced himself and with an exhale, opened the dam.
The already dark black zone grew even darker as thousands of swords made of darkness filled the air in front of him. With a snap of his fingers, the swords zood towards Jas.
Michelangelo's ghost stamped its feet and two human sized stones erupted from the floor behind Ezra. The ghost touched Jas and they swapped places with the stones.
Ezra turned, using the sa motion to hurl a spear of darkness straight at Jas. The man sidestepped the spear and clapped. Flowers begin blooming on the floor, spreading rapidly towards Ezra.
With a flap of his wings, Ezra rose into the air, dodging the growing flowers. That was when the giant stone snakes erupted from the ground.
He didn't even give them ti to attack, chains of darkness erupting out of his hands to capture them. It didn't take any ti at all for his chains of darkness to begin leeching off their vitality.
Then, he burned off a huge load of vitality, waves of vitality eating darkness covering the whole place.
Realising what was happening, a stone wall rose up and sealed off Jas' side of the black zone. Even as the darkness kept pushing, Ezra cocked back his fist and as he punched, a giant fist of darkness ford and slamd into the wall.
The wall shook but didn't crack. He poured more vitality into his fists even as his darkness worked on leeching the vitality out of the wall.
With a roar, his fist of darkness hit the wall and it cracked. An instant later, it repaired itself. Jas must be reinforcing it with his vitality.
He felt Jas try to get out of the black zone and quickly redirected the vitality he was leeching off the wall to reinforce the black zone.
"Oh, no you don't." He snarled.
He poured vitality into his hand, more than he'd ever put in one technique before, cocked his arms and punched. The giant fist impacted the wall and that was when Ezra realized just how powerful being a sixth ringed vampire was.
The wall crumbled into sand, the sand flying backwards. On Jas' side of the black zone was a forest of trees. The sand flew, tearing through the trees and sparks flew as the sands touched each other in flight.
The whole zone shook at the impact and Ezra felt his vitality dip slightly as tiny holes were torn through the black zone and the power of the strike rippled outwards.
He could feel the vibration spread through the city with so glasses rattling just before the black zone closed up again.
That was when Ezra's darkness surged into the space, eting no resistance.
All that was left was a stone cocoon. This ti, Jas was the one hiding.
Unfortunately for him, all black zones were boxes that force vampire battles to a form of conclusion.
There was no way out for either Jas or him. Sobody must die for this to end.
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