OKUMURA

Chappy 12

A/N: currently in school and remembered I just totally forgot to post for ages so here ya go, have two chapters :)

Rin pov:

I quickly darted at Arthur, claws and fangs bared, aiming to kill. I swiped at his neck however was blocked by that blasted sword, attacking again and again with my fangs and claws, each time being blocked, over and over. Deciding to draw back for a moment to think over my tactics, what would work best against his annoying sword, retracting my claws and fangs, choosing my sword instead. I launched back into battle clashing with the paladin, metal clashing against metal as we blocked each other's blows. Every wave of attack I sent couldn't get past that blonde haired bastard's defences.

Each attack I sent out was blocked, the man replying with an equally powerful attack each time. I decided to use my flames, setting my sword on fire, using it to propel my sword forward and give my swing more power. Each blow being blocked once again, as if Arthur was predicting my moves. My blood began to boil with each new hit blocked, my claws began to make their way out again, my fangs breaking through my gums, making them bleed, my demonic side starting to reappear. My eyes turning a horrible shade of crimson and my mind becoming scrambled, the only thing I can think of is killing arthur. kill. kill. Kill. KILL. KILL! KILL!! I HAVE TO KILL HIM!!! I started to growl without me knowing it, my eyes narrowing as I completely lost control.

I ditched my sword and launched at him, my movements more erratic and unpredictable, swiping and slashing and biting for the most vulnerable points on Arthur's body, waiting for the perfect opening to strike and kill. My breathing intensifying as adrenaline coursed through my veins, my reflexes picking up as a result. I continued to attack relentlessly. He started to become frantic, he lost all stature and began to wave his sword around, hoping for it to hit. My persistent attacks starting to take a toll, my lungs hurting and my heart beating as fast as it could, my bones beginning to feel heavy. My strikes beginning to slow and my movements becoming sloppy. He shifted his feet and started to swing his sword left at a downward angle striking with more volition, as if he knew that this strike would finish me. More like hoped for it to finish me. I managed to move slightly so that it wasn't such a fatal hit. The strike hit my shoulder, slicing through the muscle, and hitting bone with a resounding thunk, knocking me off balance, making me falter, collapsing down onto one knee. I took this chance to thrust forward and push my claws into his chest with a sickening squelch, watching as he stiffened and, looking shocked, coughed up blood, the sticky substance splattering onto my face, trickling down his chin and out of the five wounds on his chest, staining his angelic white clothing a dark shade of crimson, reminiscent of classic drawings of the devil, the thing he so very despised.

We remained in that position for seconds, the sword shaking in my shoulder as he applied more pressure to the heavy blade, trying to cause a more prominent and leathat wound, hoping to at least take me out of the picture with him. He began to shake with the amount of effort he was putting in, his breathing becoming more laboured as he slowly started to sway, his knees wobbling as he forced himself to stay upright, trying not to collapse right then and there. He looked me dead in the eyes and muttered something I couldn't hear nor understand. He dropped to his knees, dragging me with him as he coughed up more and more blood, splattering it all over my jacket, a twisted smile on his face as he uttered, using his last breath "I hope you suffer, damn demon." He let go of his sword as his body fell into a heap on the ground. His eyes drifting closed, that smug look plastered on his face even in death.