Human Of The End

Chap. 2 Agony, Slayer and the slain

The witch created a barrier that kept her from getting burned, but her broom was reduced to ashes. Harkon and the elf exchange blows but the elf found himself unable to fully cut through his skin, Harkon's arms started sprouting thorns like a rose stem and black symbol reassembling a vine appeared on his and Nemil's head just above the left eye, curling up just under the eyebrow. Nemil vanished from the witch's sight and appeared behind the elf coming from his shadow. The elf performed a bicycle kick, hitting Nemil in the face, Harkon grabs the elf by the chest and does something he never thought possible. He injects the elf with a thorn from his body, and suddenly, the elf bursts with spikes sprouting from her body. ''Dead spike.'' Harkon names this technique.

The witch grits her teeth and throws a purple lightning bolt at Nemil, getting a direct hit. Nemil roars in pain. Harkon then groans from the feeling of his skin being fried as if he is also being shocked, seeing Nemil in pain fill him with rage.''Feel my hate, drink my blood!'' (with pleasure) Satoros makes

Thorny vines grow from the whip, and his blood pours into the whip.

''Thorny scale!'' Harkon's left arm that is coated in both dragon scales and hateful Thorn's suddenly stand up like a pinecone, Harkon moves his arm in a throwing motion and spikes are sent flying at the witch. The witch uses another barrier to protect herself, but it shatters around her right arm and vines begin to grow almost instantly, before they reach her elbow she cuts off her own arm with lightning and screams in pain. ''AHHHHHHH! You little bastard!'' Harkon's eyes become red, and his veins pulsate from the demonic energy flowing through him, Nemil gets back on two feet, and his scales become black with red cracks in the color.

Nemil throw scales at the hunter she blocks once more with a magic barrier and Harkon appears behind her, he swipes his hand upward and in one swift motion the witches arm flies clean off from the center of the bicep, Nemil then moves at full speed before she can even react and he bites off her left leg. Before she has the chance to fall Harkon thrust his hand through her chest, grasping her heart, thrones seep into her heart as Harkon removes his hand, the thrones grow vines as they feed off her blood. Forming into a spike going through her chest. Harkon takes a knee, feeling weak and in pain all over, Nemil feels similar symptoms and reverts back to his normal state.

''So this is what the demon race is capable of? How pathetic, what more could I really expect from those enslaved by man. May death bring you true freedom.'' The orc said while raising his axe ready to split Rikka in two, as his axe comes down Rikka grabs it by the bladed end and stops its momentum entirely, a dust cloud blows from collision and blood leaks from Rikka's hand. The white in her eyes becomes black and her irises become a combination of magenta and smoky purple, her thin black tail is thicker now like a lizardfolk tail, her wings doubled in size and electricity sparked off her skin, magenta in color.

Rikka hissed at the orc. He grinned back at her as she dug her fingers into the axe, shattering part of the bladed edge.

The orc smiles and then snarls at her. He then stomps his foot down to crush her. She rolls to avoid it, then flips back to her feet. The orc swings his broken axe, Rikka jumps over the swing, and the orc turns a single swing into a spinning swing as he pivots on his heels. Rikka growls at him as she sinks her talons into his right shoulder bone and throws him through several trees, She then says in a chilling voice. ''True Demon art.'' She begins moving so fast that it looks like teleportation to the average eye she is able to create more than twelve after-images surrounding the orc that's gotten back to his feet, Rikka and her after images look like they've begun to melt. Moving to the orc, their bodies become a white ooze like liquid, leaving just the front half.

Once they're within striking distance of the orc, they waste no time taking tattered axe and cutting down each of them, throwing his axe at one's skull, getting it stuck in a tree. The orc then tears one in half, and Harkon is stunned at the sight, not that it was a slaughter. ''Why isn't there any blood?''

He asked not truly expecting an answer, but the orc heard and began approaching Harkon again but the ooze that was now splattered around the area was now moving towards the orc latching onto him, as it covers him head to toe if it becomes visibly more violent. The orc roars ' RAhhhh!'' He begins Tearing at the ooze and biting, even ripping at his own flash in an attempt to remove the ooze, then a voice is heard. ''We Succubi have many ways to remove the soul of a male. Some are more painful than others. This happens to be one of my favorites, for men like you.'' The ooze begins to sink into his pores, in a manner of seconds his veins pulsate like they were going to explode and his body contorted and twisted till he imploded. Blood, entrails, and ooze were splattered everywhere; slowly, the ooze collected itself and made up Rikka's true form again.

''So this is the power of a Succubus? Scary.'' Harkon came to the conclusion that he had to get a lot stronger if he was going to accomplish anything and keep both Nemil and Rikka safe.

After that encounter throughout the course of four mouths Rikka and Harkon and Nemil grew closer to one another fending off the the mercenaries and bounty Hunters after Harkon's head and now hers' she taught him how to live off the land and navigate with stars and nature and the positioning of the two moons. They forged a true bond, and Harkon couldn't say for sure how he felt about her anymore. He definitely couldn't say he didn't have any feelings for her. But he still had a mission to focus on.