Fire and Blood
"Fuck! Who threw that?" shouted the fla-throwing man as he fell to his knees in pain.
"Oh, did I not throw it hard enough?" asked Gray, with a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.
The blood spear had managed to pierce through the fla-throwing man's skin, however, only a few centiters of its tip had actually penetrated through.
"Are you insane!?", the fla-throwing man still confused about what was going on shot out fireballs in self-defense.
However Gray easily dodged the poorly aid fireballs by ducking under them.
"You're never going to hit anything if you don't aim properly," said Gray as he grabbed one of the corpses that was floating on the pool of blood beneath him.
As he did this, the fla-throwing man removed the blood spear from his back and used his fire to close the wound.
"You're dead kid!", once the spear was out of his back, the fla-throwing man began throwing a barrage of fireballs at Gray. However, Gray had predicted this and used the corpse he had picked up to protect himself from the barrage.
"Aren't you a bit too far? Maybe you should co closer and try again," taunted Gray.
"Why you!" the fla-throwing man was quickly losing patience and decided to move closer to get a better angle on Gray.
When the fla-throwing had man moved closer, Gray tossed the corpse he had been using to protect himself into the pool of blood, creating a splash of blood that acted as a smokescreen.
Whatsmore is that so blood entered the fla-throwing man's eyes, effectively blinding him.
"I'm coming for you," taunted Gray in a musical tone, as if he were having the most fun he had ever had.
The fla-throwing man, having his vision blinded, shot out fireballs left, right, and center, trying to create a space between him and Gray and prevent himself from being killed while he was still blinded.
However, Gray wasn't actually charging after his blinded opponent. Instead, he began circling the man, creating another blood spear as his opponent tried rubbing the blood out of his eyes with one hand and shooting out fireballs with the other.
As the two fought, most of the remaining survivors who weren't currently in battle watched them intently. For a while, the fla-throwing man had been the most dangerous obstacle due to his ability.
"Oh look, we have an audience," laughed Gray. The scene was truly shocking to say the least. Gray's face was covered in dried-up blood from the corpse he had picked up earlier, his hands were stained crimson red, and his clothes were soaked in blood as well.
"Why isn't he finishing him off?" murmured one of the remaining survivors.
Out of all the people that got exclusive skills, of course not all of them were offensive. So people got more defensive abilities, while so got seemingly useless abilities as well. So they could only hope that soone else would take out the homicidal fla-throwing man.
"Where's the fun in that?" asked Gray as the fla-throwing man finally got the blood out of his eyes.
"Listen here kid, I don't know which ntal asylum you escaped from, but I'll turn you into charcoal before they take you back," shouted the fla-throwing man, fed up with Gray's antics.
The fla-throwing man held out both his palms, aiming directly at Gray, this ti they were just a few ters away from each other, and Gray and nothing to shield himself with.
"Your dead," smiled the fla-throwing man as he tried shooting out fireballs, but nothing ca out.
"What the hell?" the fla-throwing man tried once again but to no avial.
"Ahh, it seems you've run out of mana. What? Did you think you could just throw fireballs out infinitely? Even I know there's a rule of equivalent exchange." said Gray calmly as if he had been expecting it.
Gray slowly walked towards his now defenseless opponent, dragging his feet through the pool of blood as he did.
The fla-throwing man tried running, but tripped over a corpse and fell face-first into the pool of blood. The blood of so of his victims invading his nose, nearly drowning him.
"W-wait, you don't have to do this. L-look, if we work together we can easily take control of this area. W-what do you say?" smiled the fla-throwing man nervously, trying to save his ass.
"Hmm, work together you say? Interesting. Okay, I accept, but only if we do what I want first,"
"O-of course" replied the fla-throwing man happily.
The people who had been watching began to flee the scene, realizing that the two of them were capable of eliminating everyone if they tried.
The only people that stayed behind were what was left of the governnt officials.
"We can't let those two work together," ordered the governnt official dressed in the back who had been addressing the survivors earlier.
"Okay, so first order of business. Entertainnt," smiled Gray as he stabbed the fla-throwing man's thigh with his blood spear.
The man scread out in pain, as blood gushed out of his thigh, so of it spraying onto Gray's face.
"Do you know what I just punctured? My biology teacher calls it the femoral artery. One of the major blood vessels in the thigh."
The man didn't seem to hear Gray, he was too focused on trying to stop the bleeding however he had already lost too much blood and was struggling just to stay conscious.
"Do you know why I stabbed you there? My teacher claims that if a human is stabbed there they would pass out after a few seconds, however, that's not what I'm interested in. What I want to know is, on a scale of 1 to 10 how much does it hurt?" asked Gray, however, the fla-throwing man was already unconscious.
"Well that's no fun, he died before answering my question," said Gray with disappointnt in his voice.
Gray's breathing returned to normal, the smile on his face slowly disappeared as the adrenaline that had once coursed through his veins dried up.
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