Hollow Knight Fanfic - Honor and Blood

Chap. 30 - Despair

The sound of metal echoed again and again in the darkest caverns of Deep Nest. Ghost fought with every ounce of his being to keep the monstrosity that loomed before him at bay. An insect guided only by its insatiable thirst for violence.

Nosk was ecstatic, with the pleasure of finally facing again such a worthy rival, like those that the era of the great wars put in his path. All, imposing warriors who had earned the respect or fear of their followers... All... decapitated, and their preserved heads macabrely decorating the place that the manic insect called home.

Nosk's scythe had the complete advantage in this lopsided fight. Ghost's daggers were deadly, but too small in comparison. The ghost had to risk crossing the threshold between his safety and certain death, to even attempt to land a blow on his opponent. If only he had his father's katana with him.

-Ha ha ha. Yes... Yes! This was what I was looking for!

The arachnid's manic laughter resonated as loud as the impacts of his scythe, saturating the caverns with his guttural voice almost devoid of sanity. His eyes, wide open, unable to look away from this mysterious warrior who with only a few knives dared to face him. And yet, be able to stand firm against the use of all his strength.

Ghost gave his all to keep up the pace. Unlike his small daggers, Nosk's scythe only needed a simple contact to cause a mortal wound. His eyes, although empty, did not miss the slightest detail, allowing his body to react in time before Nosk was able to develop the full movement of his attacks. Time, in which he had to decide to retreat or attack... The first option being the most viable in almost all cases.

However, grave news began to fracture his concentration, as a searing pain began to weaken his body. It had only been a few days since Hornet had pierced his abdomen, and although it had healed, it still had a long way to go before it was completely healed. A pain that, although I could ignore it, was still present. But there was another problem that made him dangerously look back.

Hachi, using his two stingers, maintained his position like a stone fortress, while dozens of needles headed towards his body. The attacks were so constant and uninterrupted that the weaver in white barely had time to deflect one attack before another pounced on her. Of course, giving him no opportunity to fight back.

Hachi was a masterful warrior, forged by the harsh training of her own mother, the beast. But she wasn't Hornet. The weaver in white was not born for war, and her silk was more delicate and fine than her sister's. A silk capable of creating works of art, but that could not be used for war due to its fineness and lack of resistance. Even though her appearance was much more similar to her mother than her sister.

—DO NOT get distracted in a duel!

Ghost barely had time to look at Hachi, and see how little by little she was overwhelmed, but going to help her was not an option, since Nosk's scythe knew neither mercy nor fatigue. Every time the ghost turned its head to see the weaver, a dangerously devastating cut passed close to its face or limbs. He couldn't lose concentration or his story would end right there.

But cruel fate had other plans.

—¡¡¡¡¡AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!

Ghost's heart stopped for a millisecond, when he heard the scream coming from behind him. That voice... that voice was the only one I didn't want to hear scream out of everyone present.

It was too much to ignore. Ghost turned his head, not caring about anything else around him, only to watch in terror as the white weaver let out her pain through her vocal cords, while the edge of the needle of one of the masked women made a hole in her defense, severing two of his left arms on the spot.