Crossing Illusion: Reflection (Book 1) #Wattys2017

Chapter 15: Two vs Two, Three vs Zero

Back to a few minutes ago...

Giorgino's Mansion, Bottom Floor, 02:57 AM

In the burning room, the two mirage agents still fought with the dead soldier. Fahmir pushed back by the powerful strength of his opponent. His light blade definitely did not effective against a target with thick full-body armor and a heavy sword.

"Need a little help, Fahmir?" Reynold ask, however Fahmir still occupied by dodging attack as he did not immediately respond until he create a little space between him and hisenemy.

"Mind your own business, Reynold. You haven't even hit your opponent once" Fahmir speak, his vision yet still focusing on the black-clad armored creature. "Well, this fat boy is a tough one. It had a perfect counter against my Phantasm." Reynold quibble.

Fahmir yet evade another heavy strike and return with a sharp sting to the heart of the target which give no effect, not when everything covered with steel plate. "Not an excuse." He start the conversation again. "Look at our difference of equipment. Rapier versus Heavy Broadsword, plus full-body armor."

A surge of incandescence glow from Reynold's arm as he shoot another fire ball, which extinguished yet again by the digestive substance. "Bullshit, Fahmir! I know Runescratch could destroy walls and armor when its activated! You're just holding your back!!" He reply again, felt that it was silly for the leader of Mirage unit, the renown division that acknowledge by the nation, to had hard time against such opponent.

The older man respond no more, too busy moving his nimble footwork against the knight. His long, straight black hair flow to the wind along with the coat of a same color. Even his magic vision could not see the weakness of this monster; it was flawless with speed and agility, but none of weak spot or even the slightest opening in the joint of the armor, as it covered with additional plate inside. "Guess no there's no other choice..."

He plan a movement as he retreat back far, arise his sword with two hand holding the grip, blade aligned above in perfect straight line, crossing the middle of his head as his eyes close, awaiting the target to move in.

The black knight rush and strike without hesitation, but Fahmir already beyond the predesignated impact area as he took a step against the enemy. "Meaningless. I could see everything." He took a pose with his rapier on left side, shove a powerful stung unto the knight's front, sending it backward.

As it recover, the figure of the man already disappear into thin air, too late too realize that he was behind him. The creature swing the heavy blade around in circle, but Fahmir already can see even with an eye closed. "My Phantasm, Clairvoyance, is an ability that I train since I was little..."

He jump and land on the blade, forcing it to touch the floor. As the knight distracted by the unpredictability, a several strike had pushed it back, releasing the grip of his sword. Fahmir dash to the disarmed target. "...A Clairvoyant in Level SS won't be failed against a mindless creature as you." His scream in his mind, prepare a finishing blow.

As the creature regain its step, it was already the last second without any chance to evade nor attack. Fahmir stop his step in a feet against it and took his sword with right hand, on height of his waist.

"Third stance of Dignity: Scattered Petals!"

In split second, the blade flash out and deliver unrelenting series of sting in repeated, overwhelming speed. As each of the fragrant spark of the strike hit, it penetrating and crack the steel armor until it destroyed to pieces after just less than two second.

The creature fall down as its chest carved with holes, blood spray in each plunge, and soon it hit the ground, move no more. "You're right, my blade could be more powerful than even bullets..." He swung the blade, splash the blood, clean the sword before sheath it back to the scabbard. "...But I refuse to use it unless necessary. Magic power is exhausting." He end his words to his friend, which still in fight.