The fist rocketed forward, knuckles wrapped in crackling lightning, the air compressing with the speed.
Of course, Void countered with a wall made completely of blood, blocking the attack. The barrier rose swiftly, viscous and unyielding, absorbing the punch with a wet thud that sent ripples across its surface.
"Quite the smart way to repel the hypnosis," Void muttered, easily seeing through the orc’s thod.
Admiration tinged his tone, his mind piecing together the instinctive counter amid the chaos.
Using the lightning to send a jolt of shock to his brain broke the hypnosis.
It was fascinating for Void, because the action was subconscious and involuntary, a natural defense woven into the orc’s elental affinity.
"I knew I would always et people like you," the orc replied, his gaze fixed on Void.
Wariness crept into his stance, breaths steadying as he reassessed his foe under the starry canopy.
He was growing tired of his inability to punish his enemy with an attack, frustration building like a storm in his chest, muscles aching from the prolonged exertion.
"Well. I guess playti’s over," Void muttered, dusting his coat.
The gesture was casual, brushing off invisible specks, but his eyes sharpened with finality, the night air cooling around him.
Blood slowly began to flow from his body in great liters.
It seeped from his skin like sweat, warm and tallic, pooling at his feet with a soft patter.
At first it was just a small puddle.
And then it grew, increasing its surface area, until it occupied the entire battlefield of Void and the elental orc.
The crimson liquid spread like ink on paper, viscous tendrils snaking across the cobblestones, reflecting the lantern light in eerie glimrs.
"Hah. This is the worst mistake you can ever make," the elental orc smiled, stabbing his great sword to the ground.
Confidence surged back, his tusks flashing in a predatory grin as the blade sank deep with a resonant thunk.
The great sword was in contact with the ground as the orc wanted, the tal humming with anticipation, a conduit ready for his power.
Controlling lightning, and using the great sword as a conduit, he sent several jolts of lightning traveling through the blood, seeking to electrocute Void with his great sword.
Arcs leaped from the blade, crackling into the pool, the air filling with the sharp scent of ozone and sizzling flesh.
"Cute. But not good enough," Void muttered, standing on the blood.
His posture remained relaxed, the liquid supporting him like a solid platform, ripples spreading from his boots.
He made the blood depth shallow on purpose for the specific reason of countering the thod of electrocution.
The thin layer disrupted the flow, sparks dancing harmlessly across the surface without penetrating deeper.
Void also stood on blood, ensuring he didn’t complete the circuit in any way.
Insulation ford naturally, his connection to the fluid granting him control over its conductivity.
The orc continued channeling lightning through his blade toward the blood, brows furrowing as the energy dissipated without effect, sweat trickling down his face from the strain.
Void remained unaffected by his actions, allowing even more blood to surround the elental orc.
The pool deepened around the orc’s feet, tendrils climbing his legs like creeping vines.
Slowly, the blood held the foot of the elental orc in place, preventing him from moving an inch.
It solidified into restraints, cold and unyielding, the orc’s struggles only sinking him deeper.
Then the blood started rising like a do around the elental orc, curving upward in a translucent crimson barrier, the night sky distorting through its surface.
"Tsk," the elental orc grumbled, realizing electrocuting Void was impossible when the blood reached his waist region.
Frustration boiled over, his lightning fizzling out with a final sputter.
Giving up on his actions, he tried to break free from the blood surrounding him like a do.
Panic edged into his movents, muscles straining against the enveloping fluid.
He held his great blade, swinging it toward the barrier to break free.
The sword whistled through the air, impacting with a dull splatter, but the blood reford instantly.
But he was unable to do so, blood from behind him held the great sword firmly, preventing him from being able to use it.
Tendrils wrapped around the hilt, pulling taut with inexorable strength.
He wrestled for freedom, but was unable to free his great sword from the blood.
Grunts escaped his lips, arms bulging with effort, the tallic tang intensifying as more blood flowed.
In the end, he decided to discard the sword, realizing he couldn’t wrestle it free.
The blade clattered to the ground, swallowed by the rising crimson tide, his hands now empty but clenched in fury.
The orc tried to punch his way free, lightning coating his arm.
Bolts of electric energy crackled along his green skin, casting erratic blue flashes that illuminated the blood do in stark, flickering bursts, the air humming with volatile power.
But he wasn’t given the luxury to fight his way free by Void.
The crimson vines tightened their grip, coiling like living serpents, their viscous surface cold and unyielding against his straining muscles.
More blood stretched out like vines, holding his arm firmly and pinning him in place.
The tendrils wrapped around his biceps with a wet slither, squeezing until his bones creaked under the pressure, the tallic scent of his own sweat mixing with the iron tang of the blood.
"Let go!" the elental orc yelled at Void. But it all fell on deaf ears, the blood continuing to rise till it was at his neck level.
His voice echoed hollowly within the do, desperation edging into a guttural roar, the rising liquid lapping coldly against his throat like an encroaching tide.
Void walked toward the orc nonchalantly, standing before him as casually as he could.
His steps were unhurried, boots leaving faint imprints in the pooling blood, his coat swaying gently in the night breeze that carried distant echoes of the ongoing skirmish.
"Let go. Then I will pledge my allegiance. Just let be," he pleaded, his electric eyes dimming slightly, the once-fierce glow now flickering with a hint of fear as the blood inched higher, its chill seeping into his skin.
"I’m afraid you no longer have that privilege or offer. The only thing I can offer you from now on is death," Void said slowly to him, his voice steady and devoid of emotion, eyes locking onto the orc’s with an unblinking intensity that made the air between them feel heavier.
"Blood coffin," Void called out softly, the words slipping from his lips like a whispered curse, the night air vibrating faintly with the invocation.
The blood covered his face, covering the elental orc like a coffin.
The crimson fluid surged upward in a seamless wave, sealing over his features with a final, suffocating embrace, muffling his last gasp in a gurgle.
Void held his hand tightly, the coffin increasing the pressure, compressing on itself.
His fingers clenched into a fist, veins standing out on his porcelain skin, the do contracting with a low, ominous creak like bones grinding together.
The compressing blood coffin crushed the elental orc completely, putting an end to his life.
A sickening crunch echoed briefly, blood splattering outward in fine mists that hung in the air like red fog, the do collapsing into a still puddle that reflected the indifferent stars above.
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