Seraph of the End - Demons Lulluby

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Yu POV

I try a slice downwards on him, but Waylon' eyes narrow, and he blocks it with one of his bayonets, and aims the other gun at my stomach, firing a shot.

I move to the side, the bullet nearly hitting me. I push down more on my sword and make Waylon take a step back, his face becoming irritated.

I grin. "What's the matter? Too strong for you-?!" I started to gloat, but he suddenly let my weight go forward, sliding his gun off my sword and hitting my face with the butt of his gun, making my nose spray blood.

I take a step back, but he fires another shot, this time hitting my shoulder and making me spiral in the air, hitting a wall and cough up my lunch from the impact.

Pain spreads across my body and I quickly pull my uniform off to see my wound, but to my surprise, there is no wound. I stare at my shoulder, then at Waylon, who is looking at me with that blank expression still.

"I'm using rounds that only inflict pain." He explained shortly. "What? Too painful for you?" He mimicked an edited version of what I was saying, mocking me.

I grit my teeth and aim my sword at him, and quickly make an advance, throwing a swipe at his left hip. Waylon goes to block it, but I fake it and aim lower, hitting instead his knee.

He doesn't show much reaction, but a swift kick to the gut. I cough up saliva as I back up, but he quickly elbows me into a wall, and positions his bayonets crossing my neck.

His eyes sent shivers down my spine, but I grit my teeth. Waylon sighed slightly. "You just died." He said, backing off and putting his guns in their holsters.

"We're done here." Waylon mumbled, walking away.

"H-Hey! I'm not done yet!" I called after him, angrily following him.

Waylon turned, his cold sapphire eyes like icy rays, freezing my blood and making me shiver. His entire aura was cold and diminishing.

"I said we are done." He declared, stopping and staring at me. I take a step back and make a pouting face.

"But I want to beat you!" I said, pointing at him. "You think your all that just because your the big shot that took down the three Lord's by yourself! I'll show you!"

Waylon froze, his face was shadowed by his hair, and an even darker aura glowed around him as he slowly looked up at me. His eyes slightly glimmer red for a moment, and suddenly, he was in front of me.

What speed-?!

I begin to swing Asuramaru, but his bayonet slices my palm, making me drop my weapon. He aimed his other gun at my face, a blank face following it.

Time stilled, and everyone watching went wide eyed, scared as to what was going to come next. Waylon' eyes narrowed and pushed his gun a little to the right, shooting past my ear, skimming it.

Everyone gasped. He missed on purpose, but my right ear rang, but I didn't falter, just stared with wide eyes at Waylon. This guy... is scary... even more than a vampire.

Waylon slowly lowered his guns, holstering them again and putting his hat back on. "If this is the amount of strength you have... I am thoroughly disappointed." He said, glancing back at me and meeting my eyes.

He then walked away, leaving me with a bruised stomach, and a bloody hand. The others walked up to with worry, except Shinoa, who was giggling uncontrollably, holding her gut while doing so.

Yoichi walked to my side and grabbed my hand, inspecting it. "It isn't that deep, thank god." He said.

Kimizuki looked over at Waylon, who was pretty far by now. "I would've beat him." He said.