Harbinger's Journey: The Son of Death's Adventures

Chapter 8: A Perilous Predicment

We woke up the next morning, only to sense more sinister auras chasing us. "You GOTTA be kidding me..." We splashed some nearby water on our faces to wake us up, then we got moving. We got some distance, but the sinister auras just kept on coming.

"That's it!" I decided to stand my ground. "What are you doing? They'll tear you apart!" Haakan said with concern. "Not with this..." I pulled out the duals scythes my father wielded, Harvester. Then, it's power began to radiate to my body. "Whoa...yeah...I think he's got this." Azric was certainly convinced, but Haakan was still a bit worried. 

Within a couple minutes, the darkness was right in front of us: a pack of demonic, humanoid beings, at least 7 of them. They were far stronger than the other aberrant beasts we've encountered before. Were they once superhumans or demigods before they became this, or were they simply created the way they were now? Either way, I'm not waiting to find out...I'm slaughtering these things.

They were definitely freakish: one eye was blood red and almost bulging out of it's head, greyish skin, demonic claws, and what seemed to be purple, spherical masses protruding from their backs; they were absolute abominations, that's for certain. Despite their almost frightening appearance, I tried not to let it faze me. I had to go all out; these things are seriously tough, and the way they were circling around me, they were unbelievably fast and agile. 

And so I channeled the power I had. My aura grew by the second, just as my strength was. And then they attacked. They had a strange battle style, mainly focusing on slashes and kicks than anything else, which gave me an advantage.

My fighting style is an all-around: I focus on all of the attacks I know, (which is a majority of the techniques that exist) which encompasses everything from punches and kicks to throws and crushing moves. (such as the Clothesline technique, where you slam your arm against the opponent's throat. You can keep running and slam them on the wall or just let them fall.) So, given their fighting style against mine, the advantage I have is their kicks; when they go to kick me, I use one of my throwing techniques to knock them down, then use a crushing move, such as a technique created by me, called Ricochet Press. (You'll find out what that is soon...Sorry, back to the story.)

Suddenly, just as predicted, the creatures came charging, sending strikes with their claws and various kicks in my direction. Luckily, with the power of Harvester and my current boost, my agility far outclassed theirs, allowing me to dodge with ease. Then when one of them sent a kick, I quickly grabbed it by the ankle and performed a Seismic Toss is rapid succession, sending them flying away from me. Once one recovered, it came charging with a kick aimed towards my chest.

That's when I unleashed my combination-technique: The Ricochet Press. I dodged it's kick and grabbed it by the leg, performing a Back Drop, causing it to crash to the ground behind me with so much force, the resulting impact caused a crater to form. I performed a backflip into the air, performing a stomping attack with both feet, causing me to rebound back into the air with a backflip, then ending it's life with an earth-shattering Diving Punch that seems to make the ground tremble, creating a massive hole in the creature's chest.

"Holy..." Haakan started the sentence. "GODS!" And Azric ended the sentence. I summoned Harvester once more and in what seemed to be only seconds, the creatures were all mince meat. And as I returned to normal, I jokingly said, "So...what do I win?"