Fate/Tyrants

Chapter 12 - Immortal

This was the true appearance of the immortal, a great and terrible beast who had been walking the earth for over a hundred years. He was a battle hungry creature who searched around the planet for those he deemed as strong. It seemed a lonely existence.

"Come, Perugias! Let us duel to our hearts' content!" Anwol shouted out gleefully.

The Immortal stood there, fingers flexed to show off his sharp claws. His impressive twelve foot height towered over Halsted. All his instincts were screaming danger. Perugias had never felt this way before. He had always been stronger than his opponents, so the presence of such a beast was throwing him off. This was a being that could match him.

It only took a few moments for Anwol to be in front of him, with his claws raised in the air. Varig was raised as well, a natural reaction based on Perugias' instincts. Rather than taking the blow head on, Halsted stepped back. Varig cut into the massive hand and guided Anwol's attack away from its original target. Like before, the flesh slowly regenerated.

Anwol's follow-up attack was a punch with his left hand. He managed to block the attack with the dark blade, his boots sliding across the ground due to the force. Halsted dashed forward and launched his own attack. He sliced into both of Anwols' forearms, only to be disappointed as those wounds healed as well.

Halsted struggled to block an incoming punch and was struck by the claws of the opposite hand. Halsted leaped back, creating some distance. He looked down, observing himself. There were four cuts across the fabric of the long white coat he had been wearing. He tore it off, not caring that it had been ruined. Underneath, he wore a form-fitting sleeveless shirt similar to Terran. It also had been torn open, revealing the thin cuts across Halsted's chest. They were just deep enough to bleed. A single, small trail of blood oozed out of the deepest cut.

It was a huge suprise for him, whose skin had always been tougher than armor. But he couldn't worry about that now. He was well aware that Anwol was capable of killing him, so how could he kill Anwol? Whenever Halsted wounded him, the injury would heal. But it healed slowly. Anwol was too quick to finish this fight in a single blow, so what if he overwhelmed that healing factor?

The dragon knight charged forward, beginning his assault. Varig was swung quickly and wildly, cutting through Anwol's flesh and causing sparks to fly through the air when it clashed against his claws. Halsted used his smaller size and greater speed to his advantage, focusing everything into this fight. He pushed his instincts to the max, allowing him to minimize the amount of damage he was taking. But he did take damage. A punch here or a claw there, but Halsted did not allow anymore of his own blood to be spilled.

On the opposite side of this, Anwol was slowing down. He had to put more effort into his healing, and his movement had gradually slowed down.

Halsted thrust his weapon, aiming for the immortals heart. The Immortal one caught the blade in his left hand, stopping it before it could reach his chest. His palm and fingers had been sliced open. He grunted, his bestial face twisting in a way that resembled pain and discomfort. His teeth were grinding, and his eyes narrowed. Halsted was not prepared for what was about to happen.

Anwol swung his right fist, causing Halsted to raise his left in an attempt to block it. Anwol, however, was not going for a punch at all. As his fist approached its target, his fingers unfurled. He grabbed onto Halsted's left arm in a powerful grip. The young dragon's eyes widened in suprise as two bat like wings sprouted from Anwol's back.

Anwol immediately took off into the air, refusing to loosen his grip on his opponent. Anwol roared as they broke through the ceiling.

Perugias, taken by suprise, can only briefly think about Anwol's ability to change his body. It was an incredible ability to seemingly evolve his own body instantaneously.