《Void shifter》Chapter 33 ‘Mr sparkle'
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As I fall I greatly increase the effect gravity has on me, causing me to fall faster passing several people climbing the twisted arch. While I fall Shade grips the knife Amy is holding to Sophie's throat and pulls it away with her claws before driving her beak into Amy's head causing her to die a painless death. I send Shade a feeling of appreciation as I crash in the ground, absorbing half the kinetic energy in the process and using it to launch myself to the front lines.
Overtaking the representatives of the grey beak tribe I use only my biological strength to punch ‘Mr sparkle’. He slides back 10m before crystal spikes, similar to the ones on his skin, eject from the soles of his feet propelling him forward while a large crystal rapidly grows on his fist which connects to my chest sending me flying backward plowing through the dirt.
“Stupid kid.”
“Oh, you have no idea” As I stand I reline and fix my broken ribs and will my cells into action increasing my strength and speed by 70%. [This man's power seems to be based around forming crystals at high speed.]
Without another word, ‘Mr sparkle’ waves his hand and the large crystal on it shatters as it is launched towards me like shrapnel. Crossing my arms and spreading them out again I create bone blades with pieces of strengthened spider silk attaching them to my hand. The bone blades and are thrown by my actions and intercepted the crystal shrapnel.
Bone and crystal met in midair canceling each others momentum leaving them to fall to the earth. Using the silk I pull bone blades back towards me and into the air. Swing the strings around my head I braid the string in midair and combine the bone blades creating a whip. Sending a current of aura lighting the whip it begins to crackle with power as red arcs dance across its surface.
Meanwhile ‘Mr sparkle’ uses his crystals to form large claws as he rushes at me using the swiftly growing crystals under his feet to propel himself forward. Using the whip I slash at him but it does not seem to cause any damage.
Before I could strike again the crystal claws elongate and shot towards me at a high velocity. I prepare to dodge but they miss and embed themselves into the ground. Or at least I thought they missed until they burst through the ground, growing at an astounding rate to imprison me in four walls of crystals while the sky was covered by an incoming giant meat mallet made from, you guessed it, crystal.
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[Ah, that may be a problem.] I jump to the closing gap and use the void to teleport out of the crystal prison. Spinning around I wrap the whip around ‘Mr sparkle’s neck and control it like a snake to coil around the rest of his body and tighten, all the while having aura lighting coursing through it.
Hearing at satisfying grunt I smile until ‘Mr sparkle’s crystals grow, exploding out of him and destroy my whip. With ‘Mr sparkle’ encased in his own crystal prison, I walk up to it while forming a Hammer made from blood. [Crystals are a brittle substance, so brute force should have the greatest effect.]
As I approach I hear a faint mumbling coming from the inside the crystals due to my enhanced hearing. [Well that can only mean good things for me.] jumping over to the crystals I raise the hammer above my head and strike down. But before I could make contact, ‘Mr sparkle’ flashes a bright light from inside the crystals. The light refracts inside of the crystals causing is to come out as beams in random directions.
The beams that hit me ignite my hair clothes and produce holes in my body where the cells are burnt to a crisp. Even with the pain and damage dealt with me I smile as I shatter most of the crystal shell. With his body revealed once again ‘Mr sparkle’ waves his hand in my direction and the shattered crystals grow into giant spears that pieces both my shoulders, my chest and my stomach. [Well that is fucking painful.]
Then without missing a beat, he begins to chant again. [refracted light beams inside my body? No thank you.] To interrupt his chanting I spit webbing into his mouth which stops him from speaking. coughing up blood I smile at him, "Hehe hey 'Mr sparkle' guess what that white sticky stuff I spat into your mouth was."
I then activate my aura and concentrate it around the points in my shoulders, breaking them. With my arms now free I use them to painfully remove myself from the other two crystal spears while using the spilled blood to suffocate the fire on my clothes. ‘Mr sparkle’s eyes go wide at this as I close the holes in my body and begin to heal. The healing process is slow when I am fighting but it is better than nothing.
Now that I am free from the crystals I circulate my aura throughout my body increasing my physical prowess while simultaneously recreating my blood hammer. “So you want to dance? I tried to…”
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Before I could finish ‘Mr sparkle’ releases an aura and launches a horse sized crystal fist which hits me in the face spending my flying back as my body leaves a deep gouge in the dirt. “Well, that is just rude.”
[‘Mr sparkle’ can use all three? His aura and crystal power seem to be the strongest, which probably means that he is fairly new to the magic, so it would have tried him out. If I were to guess being able to use area, magic and a power make a person very strong for a shorter period of time but due to the stress of the body and mind controlling three different types of energy, it won't last long. Which hopefully means I should just have to outlast him in a fight of endurance.]
Standing up I heal my body as best I can while I make another heavily telegraphed lunge at ‘Mr sparkle’ only to receive the same treatment as before. [I won't be able to hold this kinetic energy for long.]
With a time limit in place I launch my self at him again but this time I teleport to the right to dodge the incoming attack and swing my hammer down towards his head as I laugh maniacally.
In a panic ’Mr sparkle’ detaches his arm from the crystals and crosses both arms over his head in an effort to protect himself.
Before my hammer connects with his arms I liquify the blood allowing it to pass through the arms before I resolidify the hammer to strike his face. In response, crystals start to grow rapidly on his face to shield it from harm.
[So predictable.]
While striking with the hammer I release the stored kinetic energy in the form of a kick towards his armpit. Just before the blow connects I grow a spike on my knee and produce hemotoxic venom.
Upon impact from the hammer and the knee ‘Mr sparkle’ is propelled to the side at high speeds as his chest is caved in and hemotoxic venom now in his bloodstream.
Coved in his own blood, half his chest caved in and bones sticking out haphazardly ‘Mr sparkle’ now lies in a hole dyed crimson with his blood. I approach slowly with my guard up as I continue to heal and fix my broken and destroyed cells. [Bastard did a number on me. Hahaha but I wouldn't have it any other way.] (I think our MC may be a masochist.)
“You have my respect, 'Mr sparkle', you were a strong opponent.” As I reach the bloody hole a look at the half-dead man I give a nod of respect, Before his aura explodes, creates a transparent image of a large man, made from crystals that proceeds to bitch slap me at a 45-degree angle, sending me back 3km while obliterating the left side of my chest.
[Well I must admit I was not expecting that.]
Losing consciousness temporally I find myself slightly over halfway up the twisted arch in a 10 m deep hole. [Mother fucker, that hurt, and what the fuck was that thing? Why did it bitch slap me when I was showing respect? It's just itching for a fisting.]
With my heart destroyed I didn't have long left to live so I began to reconstruct my body starting with the veins and arteries. To make sure I didn't lose any more body mass I took a highly condensed bone ball from my space ring which I made while still in the forest.
After a minute my body was in suitable condition again so I decide not to keep ‘Mr sparkle’ waiting any longer. But once I climb out of the hole my body had made I saw that ‘Mr sparkle’ was lying dead on the floor while the translucent crystal shadow was nowhere to be seen. [Son of a bitch died without me even there, that's just inconsiderate. I didn't even get to finish give him my respect.]
Looking around I saw the other battles taking place. Selena and a man were both fighting with stone constructs that looked like monsters and beasts while a man with a head of a bird fought the man with the dark cloak and helmet, who seemed to be telekinetic.
While looking around I also see Kristoff about 10 m below me while Jane was 13m above me. “Oh hey guy, how's it going? Janes doing well I see. Oh and Kristoff I already made it to the top so you are going to have to hold up your end of the bet.”
“I demand to know what is going…” Kristoff yells at me but I cut him off.
“Well I would love to stay and chat but it looks like some of our friends need help and there is more fun to be had.” And for the second time that day I jump off of the twisted arch. [I hope I almost die again, it was exhilarating.] (Yeah definitely a masochist)
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