Displaying a remarkable amount of Control, Alana pulled her image back to just around her person and didn't interfere with the descent of Glendel's will upon the Ghosthound. Above his Glendel’s body was the towering and indistinct figure composed entirely of shadow. The only exception was a pair of luminous eyes below the heavy crown that he bore. This was the Sovereign of Ghosts, ruler of the deceased, savior of the damned. That long shadow possessed the strength and integrity of a monarch, steadily focusing on the figure of the Ghosthound.
The shadowy Sovereign of Ghosts raised his hand and pointed at the Ghosthound, and from the ground beneath the Ghosthound’s feet ca the grasping hands of angry ghosts. The Skill drew power from the foes that the target killed, so they had anticipated a massive response when they used it on the Ghosthound. But the ambusher's hesitated for a brief mont as thousands upon thousands of hands reached up and seized onto the Ghosthound's limbs.
There were so many hands that there quickly was no more room on the Ghosthound’s body to grip, even for ghosts. So then the hands started holding onto each other in tightening rings. Where they couldn’t bind the Ghosthound’s movents directly, they ford ropes woven of hands that tried to bind him.
There were human and monster hands, so thickly clustered that they began to blend together into sothing positively corporeal. They were ghastly bindings of sharp knuckles and desperate fingers. With the steam rising off of the Ghosthound's skin and the chains of spectral flesh binding him, he was almost completely invisible to their eyes. But even so, the Ghosthound's erald gaze cut through the foggy haze and locked onto Glendel. "You... are certainly trouble. You’ve done a good job remaining low key for the past few years."
Then Alana was their, her spear bright and pure as the dawn as it rushed forward. The first clash between Alana Donal and the Ghosthound was him deflecting her spear to the side, but the cleansing power of Alana's image behind the strike carried forward and smashed into his chest. The dense, almost physical images of the Ghosthound wavered and Huang Li felt a flash of confidence. The ghostly hands around his body seed to tighten.
They could do this.
Then the Ghosthound... exploded with force. It was difficult to describe the phenonon in any other way. Huang Li’s eyes couldn’t follow the particulars. The steam and mist and even Alana's image were blasted away as he took such an abrupt and powerful step forward that it shattered the surrounding space. His figure was suddenly revealed, his skin releasing dense heat waves that made him difficult to view in an entirely different way.
Most alarmingly, those powerful, spectral chains that Glendel had created were forcibly torn as he stepped forward. And in the next mont, Alana pulled her spear back and the Ghosthound stabbed forward to counter her. When the two spears impacted each other, Alana's holy image stuck again at the weight that the Ghosthound released into the surrounding area. And that holy wave of flas flared to even greater brightness as the two forces began to mix, as though experiencing a surge of motivation to burn the power around the Ghosthound away and leave him defenseless.
The Ghosthound twisted his spear and then spun, bringing the butt of his weapon around to strike at Alana's head. She ducked and thrust at his midsection, which he sidestepped with ease. Then he planted his foot and accelerated at an impossible pace, repaying Alana's thrust with one in kind. As he did so, the Ghosthound sucked a deep breath. The golden flas that were surging around him dimd. Even Huang Li, perhaps twenty ters away from the Ghosthound, swayed as that inhale pulled at sothing vital in his chest and stole a tiny pinch of it. His image, which had just been able to gain so montum, turned suddenly sluggish.
Kayle had recovered his position and sprung forward as it beca clear that Alana could only hastily move to deflect the Ghosthound's thrust upward. He cut decisively in a sharp vertical motion between the two combatants. "Absolute Divide."
The Ghosthound's spear sheered right through the barrier that Kayle conjured, barely being slowed by a fraction of a second as it did so. Which gave Alana a slight edge, but even so the wicked and sharp weight that the Ghosthound wielded slashed through Alana's golden flas and ivory feathers to cut a narrow gash in the shoulder of her leather armor.
Bang!
Hank Howard took his shot, aiming for the mont where the Ghosthound's spear scored a hit on Alana's armor. That small encumbrance was what he had been waiting for. As the bullet rushed forward, more and more scraps of the shattered images that had already been thrown against the Ghosthound were gathered together. They flocked together like a school of multicolored fish, each bearing a small amount of power. Yet when enough of those scraps were gathered, that bullet beca a kaleidoscopic streak through the air. Just as the Ghosthound pulled back on his spear, Alana released her own and seized his shaft. "Not so fast."
Without any apparent effort, the Ghosthound flicked his wrist and flung Alana to the side. Alana blinked in shock.
Then he turned toward the attack and the head of his spear flashed in the light as he cut toward the bullet. With the Perception given to Huang Li by the steady breeze that churned through the arena, he could sense how perfectly the Ghosthound lined up his attack.
Bang!
...which was why the sudden second shot from Hank's revolver threw him off so much. The bullet shrieked across the intervening space, nicking the edge of the powerful bullet and redirecting it down and to the left. The second bullet was so impossibly fast that it impacted the far wall before Hank's powerful bullet impacted the Ghosthound, but that quick bullet bounced off the wall without damaging it; its power was practically negligible. Yet for the first ti, the Ghosthound was struck with a serious blow. That amalgamation of the previous images used against him blasted away the strange aura around the Ghosthound and sent him skidding backward across the ground for several ters.
His toes left deep troughs in the dirt ground. Finally, he eased to a stop and imdiately reached up toward the wound.
Drops of blood fell from the Ghosthound right shoulder, where the bullet still flared with furious life and continued to drain the oppressive deadliness the Ghosthound released into the area. With their foe clearly shaken and focusing on the last attack, Giuliana stepped forward and snapped her whip forward at the Ghosthound's back.
But as soon as she did so, Alana's eyes widened. "Let go of-"
Yet her warning ca too late. Even without the Ghosthound moving, his previously rigid spear twisted sideways. The head of the spear spread apart like a monster's jaws and snatched Giuliana's whip out of the air. With a small yank, the Ghosthound sent Giuliana sprawling. Such was his overwhelming Strength that she was pulled eight of the ten ters toward the Ghosthound before she could stop herself. Paolo and Kayle rushed forward to strike at the Ghosthound, but he slipped between their strikes. That sa almost unrecognizable speed was suddenly applied to dodging. Then His left arm transford into that massive claw and he seized Giuliana by the head.
For a split second, Huang Li felt a chill; Randidly Ghosthound was going to crush her skull right in front of them. He would kill them to make an example of them.
Luckily, that did not happen. While everyone else waited to see what the Ghosthound was doing, the man in question grinned and tossed the suddenly limp Giuliana out of the encirclent. Huang Shou moved to catch the woman and gently laid her down on the ground. Then he looked up and gave the Ghosthound an inscrutable look. "She's just unconscious."
"That's the punishnt for springing this on ," the Ghosthound announced as he spun to look at them all. "But it will help finish sothing that I've been working on for a while. When I catch you, I'll be taking a bit of your ntal energy. You'll recover, but it will put you out of commission for a few days. Still want to continue?"
He hasn't even used his image yet, not really, Huang Li thought. But as he did so, Alana Donal spoke and refrad the issue. "The Ghosthound is so exhausted that he cannot even muster his images in his defense. He’s bleeding. This is our chance."
Tykes roared and heaved his massive iron ball toward the Ghosthound's back.
*****
Randidly had used the opportunity where he had contact with Giuliana's skull to absorb a portion of her mories into the Dreamcatcher of the Long Night. As soon as she had been caught, there was a sudden surrender to her will to fight that was enough of a permission for the Dreamcatcher. He didn't know much about her, but she did possess enough power to make it to the top 8 duos on Earth. They might have made it even farther, too, if they hadn't run into Alana and Wivanya, who would go on to be the champions.
So he figured he would try it. And the experint turned out to be a success: he earned another Level for his Fatepiece through it.
On the flip side, his 'ambushers' appeared sohow incensed by the fact that he knocked her out so quickly. Which, Randidly thought seed sowhat unfair, considering that the punishnt was a relatively light one, considering the zeal with which they were launching full-strength attacks at him.
Still, Randidly couldn't help but smile; this was an entirely different sort of challenge than the fights against Kaan Swacc. And Alana was right. After his extended training sessions this week, he really was near the end of his endurance. Even if the physical manifestations of the Grim Chira could occasionally be summoned for heavier effectiveness, he was largely just fighting against these people relying on his physical capabilities.
Which ant that the would from Hank’s bullet was a genuinely troubleso one, considering it continued to burn at the surrounding flesh of his shoulder. Once more, he ruthlessly prevented Yggdrasil and the Stillborn Phoenix from participating in this duel: this fight was the Grim Chira's.
Yet Randidly’s only response when Tykes picked up his gratuitously large iron ball and toss it over at his back was joy. Once more, his left arm spasd painfully and transford into the taloned claw of the Grim Chira. But this ti when he should have deftly snatched the ball out of the air, Randidly grasped nothing; the ball in front of him shattered into pieces of glass and Donny was there with his shield raised.
Randidly swiped his hand sideways to smash Donny away, but Donny still managed to punch forward with his shield and hit the spot in his shoulder that, even now, burned as the image ate away at his physically condensed images. The physical impact made it worse. Randidly released a hiss of pain that ca out as a blast of steam.
Congratulations! Your Skill Abomination’s Grim Vigor (M) has grown to Level 338!
Randidly swayed sideways to avoid Donny’s follow up slash and then stepped sharply forward to avoid the imnse saber wielded by Lucifer. Other figures blurred around him, seeking the opportunity to strike; it seed that Alana’s words had invigorated them. But his eyes found Dinesh’s figure at the back of the group. Heh, as long as I can shatter your Domain… well, maybe that a little unrealistic right now.
The Grim Chira was a starving cal, unable to bear Randidly’s weight should he try and flex his Willpower. Which just ant he had to beat this the old fashioned way. By eliminating his foes one by one. He would need to ignore the replacent effects for now.
Paolo and Kayle struck at Randidly first, Paolo throwing a full-swinged punch while Kayle approached with his precise strikes. Randidly could feel Paolo’s steadily growing fury, likely as a result of him simply enduring his prior punch to land a strike. Randidly pressed his lips together and wove Acri’s tip in a figure eight while he considered his next move. These two were a problem. Both because their images were strong enough to wound the convalescent Grim Chira and because they were relatively sturdy. He wouldn’t be able to make any headway without taking so risks.
Kayle’s knife cut into the back of Randidly’s thigh while Paolo’s punch slamd into his wounded shoulder. Randidly swayed and then thrust his spear toward Paolo’s chest. His lips twitched; his right shoulder was getting slightly stiff, slowing his attack sowhat. He would need to monitor that going forward.
Upon impact, Paolo shattered as Randidly had expected. But he hadn’t expected the person who now appeared in front of him: it was Lyra again, cradling a swirling orb of red-violet fire. A viscous, liquid energy raged back and forth, seeking to break from the bounds that Lyra imposed upon it.
Lyra winked at him and then opened her hands. “The Promised Radiance.”
Image and energy swam together and beca a battering ram of liquid lightning that struck Randidly’s chest with enough force to send him tumbling backward. Perhaps due to the ti she had to charge the attack, the destructive force even took Randidly by surprise. He even wondered, had his body not endured the worst of it, whether the walls of this cavern would have been able to handle it.
But the structure of the Grim Chira ant that these sorts of attacks could be overco directly.
He sprung back up to his feet, aching but none the worse for wear, and scowled as he felt himself shattering and reforming sowhere else. His new location was directly in front of a snarling Lucifer. “Lucifer Slash!”
Perhaps because he started with the spot where Hank’s bullet burned in Randidly’s shoulder and slashed downward, he opened up almost the entirety of Randidly’s chest. To endure the blow, Randidly forced down the complaints of his mind and condensed entirely as the Grim Chira. So instead of blood… fire flickered out of the edges of the wound. The ember of the destroyed world was revealed, releasing waves of crackling energy in the surroundings.
Wounded like this, Randidly had an epiphany about the Grim Chira. He began to laugh. “Yea… this is fun, isn’t it?”
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