Five Nights With Foxy 2: The Exorcism

Chapter 14:

Chapter 14: Sword Battle

"Sword fight?" Mike ran his fingers over the smooth, not sharp, side of the katana blade in his hands. "Using these?"

"Nope, we'll use loaves of bread." Kiseki rolled her eyes. Everyone except Mike and the demon laughed. "Yes, we're going to use those. Japanese swords, used by samurai."

"Incredible." Mike marveled. "These blades are incredibly sharp. In the old days, if a sword couldn't slice through a dead body in one try, it would be melted."

"You're right." For the first time, Kiseki seemed to smile, her porcelain white lips spreading slightly. "You're very smart. Do you happen to have any Asian ancestors?"

"Yes." Mike replied simply. The others looked him up and down. He didn't look Asian in the least.

"It appears, then," Kiseki returned to her neutral state. "Your Caucasian genetics have taken over your appearance, with the exception of your hair." She nodded. "You remember what I said about what happens when you win, right?"

Mike nodded. "What happens if I lose?"

Kiseki's red eyes gleamed with mischief. "If you lose, your soul is mine."

"Meaning," Mike swallowed in fear. "You...kill me?"

"If the katana doesn't, then most certainly yes." Kiseki nodded, her black hair bouncing. "The blade should be sharp enough to kill you in one hit, though." She nodded again.

Mike straightened his back. He knew that at this point, there was no chance Kiseki would let him back out. The die is cast. He decided. There's no going back.

"Are you ready?" Kiseki's red eyes gleamed with mischief and bloodlust.

Mike hesitated before nodding. Kiseki smiled a small but sly smile, her pale, white lips pursed perfectly together.

"そして今、私たちは開始します*。" She swung her sword upwards and held it there for a few seconds.

What appeared to be a thin wall of glass suddenly blocked Orion and the others off from Mike and the demon-girl's battle.

"Mike!" Orion frantically banged on the barrier with two fists. The thin sheet, however, turned out to be more sturdy than previously assumed. The material didn't even crack. However, everyone could see and hear every aspect of the fight perfectly.

Light bounced of the silver blade of Kiseki's katana as she swung the blade over her head and brought it down onto where Mike stood. The taller man took a split second to figure out what was happening and immediately dodged the blow with ease.

"Wow..." Everyone marveled.

It's like he's done this before. Orion began to sweat. Doesn't mean he has a 100% chance of winning.

"Orion," Mindy set a hand on her brother's shoulder. "Don't panic. Mike looks like he knows what he's doing. Calm. Down."

Man, is my stress really that obvious? Orion shook violently out of fear as he watched Kiseki try to deliver another over-the-head blow in Mike's direction. Mike dodged the silver weapon once again.

"You're honestly doing very good." Kiseki complimented, both trying to flatter and throw off the man in front of her.

Mike knew not to reply, not even to smile, and instead shifted his attention towards the blade that was being swung at his right arm. He dodged it in the nick of time. The blade missed, but only by a fraction of an inch. The very tip sliced a small fraction of the man's arm open, but Mike knew better than to cry out, or even to wince in pain. In battles of any kind, He recited to himself, you are not to show any weakness. Ever. The man took a deep breath and waited for the right moment.