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Chapter 30: Nothile Vs Mijrich

Nothile sighed and remarked to the slowly descending human-bee hybrid, "You are obliterating my family over my dead body!"

Mijrich smirked cruelly and snidely returned, "That can be arranged."

At Nothile's scoff, Akiva reported to him, "Nothile, You know the saying: there's more than one way to skin a cat? Well, there's more than one way to kill a death deity. As it turns out, along with saying the resurrection spell backwards, another effective way to kill one is for an immortal to kill them. The general rule is that an immortal can be killed by another."

Chandrakant said, intrigued, "Hmm, really? That is quite interesting."

Molahs smacked his eldest son and admonished, "Chandrakant!"

"Aww, a feuding family. How sweet." Mijrich mocked.

"You will not be so cocky when you are the one being destroyed." Nothile replied, getting angry.

Mijrich laughed in scorn and returned, "We shall see, dross!"

By this point, Mijrich had just settled on the ground. Nothile and Mijrich began circling each other like feral cats. This was going to be a battle fought by their abilities only. Everyone looked on with anxiety.

Nothile's hands began to glow like a blazing fire. His eyes darkened as he looked for a possible advantage that wouldn't get him killed. Mijrich's own hands began pulsing as his fingernails grew into long, pointed bee stingers. Nothile's eyes widened at the change and Mijrich smiled eerily as they both thought of the possibility that once Nothile was within Mijrich's arm-reach, he would certainly die.

Nothile gulped as he racked his brain for ways to stay out of harm's way while still being able to defeat the bee-hybrid. He would have to use every ounce of his powers that could be used as an untouchable extension of his body. It was the ex-High Priest's belief that his opponent could only hurt him if he got too close. After all, the defense mechanisms of a bee are limited to close-range only.

However, Nothile's own powers could be used at close and long-range so the death deity had the advantage. In every logic, Nothile would win. Mijrich didn't have the opportunity to adapt to fighting techniques, but he was an accomplished warrior.

Nothile focused his power over the earth to force giant vines to coil around Mijrich's legs. The Dictaurus warrior struggled for a few moments before breaking free. The latter lunged at Nothile in anger. Just before he could be grazed by Mijrich's stinger-tipped hands, Nothile ducked out of the way.

"Why do you not accept your death with dignity, disgusting disease, and stay still?" Mijrich demanded.

"Why do you not get over yourself?" Nothile quipped.

Mijrich lunged for Nothile again. Nothile jumped back gracefully just in time. His mind was whirling as he tried to figure out the best way to defeat the five millennium old warrior. After all, it is exceedingly difficult to defeat an immortal.

Another idea formed in Nothile's head as he summoned up his power over water. Using every ounce of concentration in his possession, the Egyptian priest formed the growing flow of water around Mijrich. The Dictaurus fought in vain against the ball of engulfing liquid force. Attempting to multitask, Nothile halved his concentration to blast the water orb with a huge gust of air.

Before everyone's eyes, the orb began to ice over. The ice grew to surround the orb entirely. At the same time, the ice began thickening. Nothile stopped the process when just the liquid around Mijrich was left.

Nothile breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped to his knees in exhaustion. Performing that much magic had taken a lot of energy. However, Akiva looked nervous.

"Nothile, you might want to finish up." Akiva advised.

Nothile replied, "I am too exhausted right now. Trust me, doing as much as I did took a lot of effort."

"Nothile, trust me! When it comes to physical change, liquid can't stop part way without magical assistance. Typically, it freezes completely or melts." Akiva returned, panic-stricken.

Nothile's eyes widened. He hadn't counted on that! A glace at the mostly frozen sphere told him that he didn't have long to relax. From the look of it, the orb had opted for melting.

As soon as the orb had finished turning back into liquid, the captive broke free. Water flew everywhere. The onlookers ducked for cover so as to not be hit by the spray. Mijrich growled and lunged for Nothile once more.

Due to the energy lost, Nothile barely managed to duck away from Mijrich's attempts to sink his stinger-tipped fingers into his body. Unfortunately, Mijrich was not one to give up. Each lunge brought the Dictaurus warrior closer and closer to achieving his goal. Because his exhaustion was growing, Nothile's attempts to escape became slower and slower.

Finally, it happened. Mijrich was able to gouge Nothile across the chest. With a scream of pain, Nothile collapsed. Mijrich smirked in victory.

"Nothile!" Hessa cried out in horror, being restrained by Akiva.

Mijrich turned, smirked, and remarked, "Your turn, half breed harlot."

Hessa's eyes widened in terror as Mijrich began walking towards her. Akiva released his grip so she could try to escape. As Hessa attempted to run away from the bee-hybrid, Mijrich lunged for her. Hessa's attempt to evade her attacker's poisonous talons caused her to lose balance.

Any last minute scrambling was halted by the Dictaurus warrior. With a great yank, Hessa was dragged towards Mijrich and flipped onto her back. Her gold-set eyes shut tight in fearful anticipation of what was to come. Moments passed and, when she didn't feel anything, Hessa reopened her eyes and gasped at what she saw.

Just behind Mijrich stood Nothile. Though his shirt was body and his gouge marks were giving the appearance of infection, Nothile looked angrier than even Chandrakant had ever seen him. Adrenaline and pure rage coursed through his body as the desire to protect his truest love was the only thing on his mind. A sword of combined nitrogen and water formed into ice blocked Mijrich's stinger-tipped hand from descending onto Hessa.

"Stay...away...from...my...mate, you hypocritical, narcissistic, psychopathic, troglodyte!" Nothile growled.

With that said, Nothile threw his strength into his sword of nitrogen ice. Mijrich was pushed back and forced to see his enraged opponent head-on. Mijrich's eyes widened slightly in fear of how dark Nothile's eyes had become. They were blacker than tar and overwhelmed the white.

"O-o-on second thought," Mijrich stammered, scared, "Perhaps I will return another day."

It was Nothile's turn to smirk as he simply said, "I do not think so."

Mijrich attempted to take flight. However, the air surrounding him wouldn't comply since Nothile had taken control of it. Realizing that Nothile wouldn't let him leave so easily, Mijrich switched back to his full human form and began to run. Nothile watched his adversary turn tail before hurling his sword of ice toward his fleeing foe.

Nothile's aim hit its mark. The sword went through the Dictaurus warrior's chest. Skewered on the extruding blade was Mijrich's heart. Mijrich collapsed onto the ground, dead.

Adrenaline and rage were replaced with relief and calm. Because adrenaline was no longer dominating his actions, the pain of his wounds returned and Nothile fell into a heap on the ground. Hessa as quick to join her mate's side. Worry filled her as she looked the wounds over and it appeared that Nothile wasn't breathing.

Hessa gently caressed Nothile's face. Tears formed in her eyes. A teardrop fell on Nothile's cheek. Weary, he opened his eyes and his heart broke.

Putting on a smile, Nothile returned Hessa touch and rasped, "Do not cry, My Dearest Moon. It will take far more than an imbecile with a bee's poison to kill me."

Hessa eyes lit up as she saw her mate's good-natured smile. She smacked his left, uninjured shoulder lightly and laughed, "You ass! You scared the hell out of me!"

Nothile's smile widened. He forced himself to sit up. Despite the pain, there was one thing he wanted to do before letting himself be fussed over until he was back at full strength. His lips touched his mate's and their worry, fear, and panic melted away in a passionate kiss.