Whoosh—!
The Librarian, who was completely unbothered by its attack was blocked and imdiately went for another angle. As it did, the glass staying at the bridge of its deford nose shimred for a mont before the sword that was hovering near him all tried to attack Cesar, and only him.
Spluch—!
The Tourist, who asked Cesar if his condition wasn't life-threatening, wiggled before its body split into three.
One was still holding the sword that continued to pull the Tourist down to the ground, while the other grabbed Cesar away from the fight to try to shake the Librarian's attention.
Whoosh—!
As for the third one, it went to Caster to try and take him down.
"You!"
The Heretic shouted in spite as he bent down in the most exaggerated way possible before spawning dozens of his apparitions with ease. His gaze fell onto the Tourist once again and scread in glee.
"My prized trophy! Where have you been all this ti!?"
The Tourist, Terry Pond, clicked his tongue as a blade manifested at his flesh and tried to hit Caster, who defended in the sa manner by picking up a small sword through his pocket dinsion with the use of his key.
"I'm… not… your… prized… trophy!"
Whoosh—!
Terry continued his way forward, trying to cut Caster into pieces. However, in the re eyes of the heretic, his attacks were nothing but a clumsy way to fight blindlessly without knowing what to do. It's not structured, much more it wasn't developed.
That's why Caster was able to avoid it with ease.
"Good! Show what you got, my trophy!" Caster didn't know what he was feeling as if he was just going through the flow, his emotions were in disarray, "You're sothing that can even reach greater heights if you just surrender yourself to ! How about we do that now, as well!?"
Whoosh—!
This ti, versing against thirteen Caster, was hard enough as Terry was the one backing down, changing his aggressiveness into passiveness.
Dodging a kick to his head, Terry had to twist his body to avoid three Casters, which rendered his movent useless. Yet with a swift maneuver at his corrupted body that wasn't normal by any ans, he dropped to one of the apparitions back and hit it with the use of his flesh-made sword.
Whoosh—!
Yet that mont of accomplishnt was short-sighted as three more Caster reached him, even one of them was successful in holding onto his legs.
The other two of Caster's apparitions tried to remove hand motions by locking one of his arms while trying to steal the sword at his hand.
It was completely anticipated by Terry.
Both were unsuccessful.
Whoosh—!
Swiftly breaking through being cornered by using his raw strength to shake off those apparitions, Terry manifested flesh-like short swords around his arm and hand that hurt the apparition.
They completely back away which resulted in Terry having room to breathe in and being able to move back.
Schunk—!
Sadly, the anticipated scenario around his head was completely anticipated and read as a blade hit his chest that ca from the back.
Shlunk—!
Glancing back, only to see Caster with a crazed smile after a successful attempt, Terry swerved its hand sidewards that reached backward to try take the heretic out away from his body.
But Caster, knowing he had the advantage, didn't back down and pressed even further and kept twisting the sword inside the body of the corrupted human.
After being able to hit the corrupted human right in its chest, it willed its apparitions to jump on him.
One by one, they started gaining the upper hand.
Whoosh—!
Terry kept looking around, hitting everything that ca running at him that was mostly unsuccessful.
Because of those failed attempts, the nurical advantage that Caster had on him was widening.
In that mont of desperation upon realizing he couldn't get it, Terry forcefully shifted its attention to Caster violently, striking him with a flesh-made sword.
However, his other attempt failed as one of the apparitions used force to forcefully propell himself backwards. When that went through, three other more apparitions mounted at his back.
"Ugh!"
Caster persistently stabbed Terry as he twisted his inside, resulting in more holes opening up.
Plop—!
Bleeding left and right as his arms and legs were locked up by the apparition, Terry fearfully watched Caster moved around from back to the front and used the sa dagger to cleanly slice his neck.
Slash—!
Terry's head gradually dropped to the ground, with Caster's blank expression being the last thing he saw before his gaze turned lifeless.
However, it simply vanished into thin air, eliciting a frustrated grunt from Caster.
"A fake,"
Caster grabbed the Librarian's Key from his pocket before opening the reality.
Pushing himself to his absolute limit, he peered through the window, used the key to unlock reality, and saw Cesar and Terry sprinting toward him.
Chasing after them was the Librarian, montarily distracted by yet another Terry. However, they weren't truly escaping, instead, they seed to be going around in circles close to the edge of the very core of the library.
"He's here!"
Cesar, who decided to team up with the corrupted human after they had talked with each other, shouted in desperation before he got out from Terry's back as he avoided being intervened by Caster.
"Hah!"
Caster yanked the key out from the reality gap, and together with the apparitions, stepped inside, determined to stop Cesar from whatever he was attempting to do.
But Terry was there to protect Cesar at all costs.
"You're... my... opponent…"
Declaring in the most spiteful yet calst tone possible, Terry who was wearing the Mouthpiece artifact from Cesar, spewed out greenish-looking goo that soon hit two of the Caster's apparitions as he closed by.
Then he unleashed a rough hand-to-hand combat to Caster, completely stopping him from pursuing Cesar, who was getting out of their sight while rely searching for sothing.
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'What are you looking for!?'
Caster angrily seethed inwardly before glancing to the other side, where the other Terry was keeping the Librarian distracted. However, it appeared the battle, which was drawn out for so long, was finally approaching its end.
Another clone of Terry was being torn apart by the Librarian after all. The clone only survived for this long because of his elusiveness and quick judgnt to do the best possible action in that single mont.
"Heh, you're going to die today,"
Terry stared at Caster for a brief mont as he chuckled.
"I was dead the mont I entered this godforsaken place,"
In the circular shelves, Terry and Caster engaged in another heated fight for the second ti.
This ti, with the real Terry fighting him, Caster realized he was struggling more than before. Even with the apparitions at his side, it was far more challenging to take on the corrupted human.
But Terry whose mind is only dedicated to buying ti for Cesar to finish what he had planned while he was in search of an item.
Until it beca impossible to do so.
As not even a minute passed, Terry was able to feel sothing painful inside of him, like his head was splitting into pieces as another one of its clones had been killed by their opponent again.
Now he was the only one left.
"Cesar—"
Just as he began to turn his head, Terry's face was abruptly forced to look forward again.
"No can do! You focus on !"
Caster smiled and reached from ear to ear, his eyes full of malice.
"Go, follow Cesar!"
The Librarian halted for a mont, thinking of helping Caster but with an order coming from him, it started to sprint to where Cesar had gone off to.
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