His blade broke!
In his ecstatic state, the rookie thrust his sword with all his power against the thick neck of the pale demon Cross, the blade, having sustained devastating blows only seconds earlier, was in bad shape and would not tolerate another one, and Cross's skin was as hard as ice, the strain from the full thrust broke the sword in two, and half of the blade stayed attached to Cross's neck while the other half was in the rookie's hands, the rookie landed on the ground a couple of feet away from Cross, and as soon as his feet touched the earth, he dashed further and further away.
Cross, now disposing of enough seconds to understand his current conundrum, became furious beyond reason, he looked swiftly at the trees where the projectile came from, he saw nothing but never the less deducted the presence of a sniper, he touched on his neck and found the half-sword sticking to it, no blood was coming out nor was he deeply injured, but this was nevertheless alarming, who knows what would have happened had the blade been sturdier, he looked towards the rookie who was now dashing away, ''this boy'' he thought to himself, and he dashed after him.
The dust settled down around old Krait, whose eyes just started seeing again, snakes started to surround him in masses, until he was no longer visible, the snakes bit into his skin and sucked away his life, he did not mind, death was his destiny today, a snake stood on his face and looked at his eyes, which where still moving, then it bit mercilessly.
Cross dashed toward the rookie, who dashed away in response, the rookie, with his slim body and his petite figure, was much more agile than Cross, who was a brute force, this swiftness was now his only weapon, he was now the prey, and while still enjoying the unraveling of the events, he was mildly anxious about it, now he was being hunted and he had no weapon to engage with his hunter, ''this could turn ugly'' he thought to himself, he can not keep dodging forever, and he still refused the idea to flee the field altogether.
Dodging right and left, jumping here and there, he felt that he was running out of time, Cross, on the other hand, regained slowly his calm by the repetitive chase, such that his mental fortitude was at its top and he could not be sneaked on, he followed the rookie with blind hunger for a while, but now he was more composed, he stood for a second to calm, the more he calmed the more he was in control, this was a game of mental superiority, he did notice the strange notion of the rookie that was for some reason not trying to escape, not truly anyway, but he did not read too much to it, such was Cross, a creature of brute force and indifference, the reasons driving the rookie meant nothing to him, other than the fact that it was good fortune, he knew the rookie felt compromised, and this gave him time and space to exhibit how fearsome he could be.
As he stood there, the rookie also stood, so the rookie was simply copying his movements, he lifted Silva high and the slashed the air sideways, this was not meant to be in any way a true physical attack, merely a display of his upper handedness in the current circumstances, the slash was strong enough to send a wave of air to the rookie, and the rookie felt the cold breeze and smiled, he knew that Cross was getting cocky now, and even though he still did not have any way out of the ordeal, he trusted in the winds of luck, Cross, however, did not receive the smile in good grace, funny how things like this choose to unravel when he saw the smile, Cross was outraged and chose to abandon the foreplay, '' that little prick'' he thought, and he leaped towards him with all the might this came as a surprise to the rookie, who tried to jump back but his momentum was not nearly as strong, he could feel the weight of a mountain of his feet, but a moment before Cross could connect, he saw a snake.
The snake was flying in front of him with a sword on its mouth, the snake has swallowed the sword so that now the snake looked like a sheath, only the hilt of the sword was showing, it was a bizarre thing to see, especially that the rookie was not familiar with snakes and to what extent they could be trained, however, he did not linger, he saw a sword flying towards him, and he picked it, simple as that it was, when Cross saw the snake, he chose to slash it, he might have not even seen the hilt or deducted anything at all, he just saw a snake in his way and chose to cut it in half, the rookie was quicker though, he swiftly extracted the sword before Silva could slash, Silva did however cut the snake in half, but, being a snake and all, the lower half dropped down dead but the upper half crawled into the grass and disappeared.
As he slashed the snake, Cross's momentum was gravitational, and the rookie was now carrying a sword, which was even more bad luck, had he known the snake was carrying a sword, he would have probably opted for another course of action, but such little details are detrimental to the outcome of a situation, the rookie instantly recognized the short sword, it was Krait's, he carried it on his back, he smiled faintly and jumped, in his signature stealth and speed, Cross felt a deja-vu, but this time it would be more severe, for a moment time was strained to him, he saw the rookie, flying in front of him, his face dark and his eyes glowing, he felt a shadow of a demon in him, a demon that did not know mercy nor negotiation, he felt the weight of his own corpse on his feet, he saw his tombstone at his feet with his face engraved in it, looking down with no escape in sight, with gravity and his own momentum pulling him down, his neck was as ripe as they get, his last moments lingered slowly in front of his eyes colored with the shadows of a beast, he gave in to his fate as he was engulfed with the all black, the rookie did not disappoint.
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