"Kekekekeke." The Horror walked slowly forward, spinning the scythe around. He pointed it at Llywelyn.
"You're done hiding behind ya puppet?" Llywelyn asked as he walked forward.
"You say that like it's a bad thing?" The Horror spun the scythe around, letting it slash against the ground, creating sparks.
"It ain't bad. You just have me serious now." The Horror said, stopping the scythe, and moving it up to the plague doctor mask. The mask's holes began to leak with a liquid purple slime. It began to cover the blade.
"X28 ripper." The Horror said as he moved the blade back, spinning the blade once. Allowing the purple blade to shine brightly.
"Well." Llywelyn moved his hands up in a boxing formation.
"Kekekeke-" The Horror laughed lowly, lowering his body down fast. He sprung into action, leaping forward.
"KEHAHAH!" He flew forward, swinging his scythe. Llywelyn dodged low under it, trying to place a hit on the kid, but he dodged to the side, spinning the scythe so the pole hit Llywelyn in the back, making him stumble forward. Llywelyn turned around and quickly moved his head back as the scythe blade flew right past his face, cutting some of his hair.
"Close," Llywelyn said as he stomped his foot behind him, trying to get his footing, but the pole quickly moved forward, slamming into his abdomen.
"Gah!" He stumbled back.
"Right in the solar plexus." He thought as he tried to regain his composure. The scythe blade came flying through the air again, cutting the wind apart. Llywelyn barely was able to move his hand up to grab the pole, stopping the blade from hitting him.
"Close again." He thought.
"X28!" The Horror shouted as the plague doctor mask small holes erupted in purple gas, going straight for him.
"Amber!" He shouted, unleashing power from his foot, sending him flying into the air to safety.
"What's the better, are ya scared?!" The Horror said as he moved forward, spinning the scythe, cutting the ground again.
"What happened to all your courage?" The Horror asked as he pointed the blade up at Llywelyn who was clinging to a small formation in the metal walls.
"Weren't ya gonna beat me or are you a lil scared of my chemical?" The Horror asked as he slammed the pole into the ground.
"You think you know everything, huh?" Llywelyn asked as he jumped down hitting the ground.
"If there is one thing I know in this world. It's fear. Fear is my everything. So if there is one thing I can always tell. It's when someone is scared." The Horror said he began to cackle in a low tone.
"Hahaha." The Horror slowly slid his leg backward, moving his body down so it nearly aligned with the floor, spinning the scythe around to prepare for a swing.
"And if there is one thing I love-" He said as he slowly moved his body forward.
"It's fear from my enemy." He whispered in a creepy tone, vanishing. Llywelyn's eyes darted around. He appeared behind Llywelyn in a split second.
"Boo." He said coldly as he swung his scythe.
"Amber!" He said, moving his arm up, protecting himself in the bare minimum of time with his golden aura.
"Close..." He thought as he saw the kid vanish again.
"Soul reaper." He heard those words as purple began to erupt from all sides. Llywelyn was getting assaulted with a barrage of scythe swings so fast that they all seemed to come at the same time.
"Amber sphere!" He shouted, punching the air, to send out a shockwave. The purple blades bounced away from him.
"I wanted ya to do that." A voice crept up to his ear. The kid was clinging to his back. He dug his nails into Llywelyn's neck.
"AH!" Llywelyn grunted in pain and tried to swing the kid off him. The kid was thrown away from him but-
"There, just a bit of stimuli, and the target becomes cornered and scared. Lowering their guard, focusing everything into a full frontal attack." The Horror said swinging his scythe. Blood splattered as the purple blade cut deeply into Llywelyn's side. The kid had swung his scythe as he was thrown off, connecting it with the side of Llywelyn.
"Feel it. FEEL IT CREEP INTO YA BLOOD AND VEINS!" The Horror shouted, pulling on the scythe pole, ripping the scythe through Llywleyn's flesh, opening the wound. Blood sprayed out as Llywelyn fell to his knee.
"F-fuck." Llywelyn said as the wound slowly healed.
"Yes, look at me." The Horror said, grabbing Llywelyn by the hair, making their eyes connect.
"Give it a moment." The Horror said and soon after Llywelyn's vision began to blur as purple waves seemed to sling through his reality. The corridor got wobbly like it was made of liquid and he got to his feet, swaying a bit.
"There. let it go through every vein in ya body. You should already start to feel it now." The Horror voice echoed from all around Llywelyn.
