The Man Who Dies for Fun

Chapter Twenty Four: The Man Who Dies For Fun

    Sister Heart took a step, and another, while I created two more stone ghouls, sending them after my target. The lioness bared her very pointy looking fangs, as we both ignored the battle behind us. I sheathed One, because it takes a heart to kill a heart.

    She pounced, snarling like how big cats typically do. I was able to punch her face as she landed atop me, my sword the only thing separating us. The pavement broke my fall in the most painful of ways, while a three hundred pound cat tried to put her jaws around my perfect face. My clawed hand grabbed neck muscle, and with all my strength, I threw her to the side, standing quickly.

    She shifted, and there on her back sat a huge broadsword. "You may have bested us once, but not again."

"Wow. I'm quivering," I said, trying to forget the burning feeling in my back. "I guess you're right. Your words have gotten the better of me. Whatever shall I do?"

Apparently that got her a little mad. Our blades clashed, but since she was fucking ripped, I was near thrown off my feet, only able to stabilize enough to parry another swing.

Cringing, I called forth a few dead things, whatever was nearest, hoping to stall this beast of a woman. God, if things were different, I'd let her take me in a furry of passionate love making.

Unfortunately, one of us has to die.

A dead warlock and shifter attempted to stop, hurt, do anything to her, but Sister Heart broke them with ease. But here's the trick for dealing with magic users--distraction. Once her sword cut through the final undead, my own got past her guard and struck the hard flesh of her chest. Which was not enough. Heart didn't even cry out, and let her huge fist do the talking. I dodged, but her face connected with mine, forcing me to the ground. Again.

She tossed my sword aside, and lifted her claymore, coming close. Thinking quickly, I pulled out my pistol and put three rounds into her chest. Sister Heart stopped, looked down, and I watched as her chest regenerated.

"Oh, come on!" I yelled.

Her smile didn't make me feel good. She charged, and I did the only thing that one does in this situation; I kicked her in the crotch. The Sister paused, looking only slightly annoyed. Enough for me. Rolling, I drew One and stood, deciding maybe I needed more than a heart.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Celen had not gotten far, her injured leg keeping her from doing anything relevant. What I needed though was for protein shake here to die or leave. Well, I do have multiple tricks left.......

When I was young teen, after my parents had passed, there was a warlock who taught me teleportation magic. The field itself isn't that impressive, since teleportation can't really take anyone that far. Minus Light Portals of course.

Lifting One, I sent more couch sized stone at the shifter. And while she was maneuvering her way out of it, I wrote on my gauntlet palms, blood bright red. Heart gained her bearings again and charged, ready for the final moment. Sparking up the runes, my left hand hit her chest, and her eyes went wide for but a moment, as she was transported only two hundred yards away.

Or with any luck into the lake.

I sighed. That wasn't the best result I wanted, but it was all I was going to get. Picking up Ever Heart, I round to see Celen running into the city away from the battle, my ghouls more or less destroyed. Well, more like limping.

Her wings were torn up from what I could see, so there would be nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go. Perfect.

I quickly faced the battle. It was not going well, for either side. Thinking rapidly, I took out a piece of chalk and drew a circle with summoning symbols inside. The elemental heard my call, and now a huge stone beast stood before me, it's black pavement body moving slowly.