The Chosen One | Black Clover

A orphans charm

Third Person POV 

"Oh? He's out already? How boring, I was expecting more from the Clover Kingdom." Spike sighed, looking down at the bloody and unconscious teen he had just attacked. 

Slumped down against the wall on the floor sat Kyra, his blond hair stained red in various patches due to the blood pouring from his head injuries. Once smooth skin now swollen and littered in reddish hues that were slowly growing darker as they began to bruise. His arms, now broken, laid by his sides too weak to keep up their barriers. 

He could be mistaken for a dead man if not for the stubble raises and falls of his chest as the boy struggled to inhale air. His fractured and broken ribs making the simple task painful and difficult to accomplish. 

Dropping his smile, Spike turned around and looked at the last two of his men that remained conscious, the rest were all unconscious from the pain the burns brung, yet none of them seemed to be dead. Spike didn't necessary care much for his injured men, they were weak that's why they are in their sorry states.  Yet still he had to try to patch them up as good as he can unless he wanted the big man on him once more for letting his team die. 

Foutunaly for him, the teams healer was still conscious to a point and already healing herself and those close to her.  Scratching his neck, he turned back to his opinionate, "They better be healed by the time I finish him off." Spike told her before stepping foreword to put the boy at rest. 

Yet his movement halted when slow laughs began to come from the teens direction, they were drawn out and demonic sounding yet they were stopped by a cough and a pained wince, "Crap, that hurts.." His voice was different from before, the man noticed. 

Before, his voice could be compared to how velvet feels. Smooth, soft and it revealed his emotions behind the words but this voice? It didn't even sound human! It still held it's velvety sound but now it seemed to have a echoed, raspy voice layered on top. As if two completely different voices were speaking at once. 

He looked different too, once yellow strains now as dark as a crows feather. Behind him he could see boney wings twitching under grey flesh, limbs that weren't there a few minutes ago. 

Without a word, the teens left hand rose to touch his side, shortly after a black hue surrounded his body before simmering away revealing a perfectly uninjured male. "Ah, that's better." 

His eyes opened revealing two glowing heterochromia eyes, golden and silver. Momently Spike found himself comparing the orbs to the sun and moon with how bright they seemed at that moment. Over his silvery right eye was a scar as well as on his left cheek, both scars seeming to pulse a reddish-pink hue, as if they were transparent and showing the blood as it flowed under his skin. 

Shaking off his studier, Spike smiled once more this smile just as confident as before. His confidence was like a blindfold, a thick one that made him miss the increased levels of mana the boy gave off. Once more he was foolishly underestimating his opponent.

"What's this? A final resort, nevertheless I'm sorry to tell you this will end the same." Spike said, rushing foreword with his fist drawn back preparing to punch the male. 

Black bangs casted a shadow over the Kyra's eyes as he looked down, eyes slightly dazed over as he processed the situation once more. Not even looking at the man, he stopped the punch with a single hand squezing the object tighter with each passing second. 

Clenching his teeth, Spike struggled to pull away but much like his mana the boys strength had also doubled, easily overpowering him in the blink of an eye. Flinching, Spike stepped back before bringing his leg up to kick the teen only to be caught once more as the teen grabbed his leg.