The Slave: A SetoSorcerer/ ClassicPsy/ Waglington Story

Chapter Thirty-Five: Fighting Alone

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"Fighting on your own is difficult, but fighting with friends just as much."
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Seto crouched down, hiding as he panted. Blood staining his clothes and a few cuts on him here and there. He was exhausted, but he kept pushing himself. 'I'm almost there. Almost, I just have two more floors.' Seto thought. He bit his bottom lip, moving closer into the shadows as two dark mages walked by him. He slips around the corner, running as fast as he could. He knew his mana was low, and he didn't really have a plan until his mana was restored. That's when he tripped over his own feet, falling forward onto the floor, knocking down a suit of armor that was against the wall. Seto flinched as the crashing echoed down the hallway, running footsteps coming soon after. 'Nice going Seto.' Seto thought. Seto got up to his feet quickly.

"There!" Voices yelled. Seto looked behind him seeing dark mages, he runs down the hallway, his eyes set on the stairs. He turns to the corner, dodging a spell and goes upstairs, the dark mages following. He stops on a platform and turns around, putting a shield spell up as the dark mages attacked. He pushes forward, the shield pulsating out and hitting them, knocking them down the stairs. He instantly went up two floors, going through the door and shut it behind him. He ran down the hallway, but he felt a chill up his spine. He was instantly thrown into the wall and fell to his hands and knees. A hand grabbed him and pushed him into the wall.

"Donella," Seto said. She smiled at him.

"Hi, Seto. Did you come alone? You don't look so good." Donella said. Seto grabbed her, she smiled, her hands glowing against his chest. "I'm impressed you made it this far. But if you are planning on taking on Archer, you'll lose. You are far too weak. He'll kill you before you can even register the pain. So let me just do his job for him, so you won't be wasting his time." Seto's eyes glowing and he pushes her away from him. He gets up, Donella getting up too. Seto ran towards the doors, his vision blurred making him stumble but regains his balance. 'No. No. I need to get this done. My mana is low, but I need to push myself, I have to.' Seto thought. He pushed through the doors and fell in when Donella hit him in the back with a spell. He tripped inside and Archer looked over at him. Donella ran in, Archer stopping her as Seto got up. Archer looked at Seto.

"How did you get in?" Archer asks. Seto smiled.

"You should ask your dead guards," Seto said. Archer lowers his hand from Donella and smiled a bit.

"You are alone I assume?" Archer asks. Seto nodded. Archer chuckled, he walked to Seto, stopping a few feet away. "And how are you gonna get out alive after you kill me? Because you are weak, I can sense it." Seto's eyes glowed.

"I don't plan on making it out alive. I have beaten you once, I can do it again." Seto said. Archer laughed.

"And last time, it almost cost you your life. And this time it will." Archer said as his eyes glowed.

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Nova sniffed the ground, her head looking in various directions. Mitch crouched down, his hand touching the ground. He looked at Nova.

"There are too many scents here, she can't pick up Seto," Mitch said. Ty walked past them, there are in Dark Mage territory, his eyes narrow.

"Do you hear that?" Ty asks. Nova jolts suddenly, her head goes up, looking in the same direction as Ty. Ty looks at Nova. "She has something." Nova takes off suddenly. "Come on!" Ty, Mitch, Jerome, Sherri, Jason, and Ian follow after Nova. As they went on, they see more and more corpses along the ground and evidence of battle. Sherri slowed down to a stop as Nova slowed down. Nova stopped, sniffing the ground. She stopped moving. Sherri bites her bottom lip.

"The fact she isn't tracking Seto's magic signature scares me," Sherri said. They all jumped when the sky roared to life, light flashing. Nova looked ahead. Ty looks at Sherri.

"Is that—" Sherri nods.

"That's Seto."

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The windows were broken and blood splattered on the floor, but the fight still going on. The weather outside turning from calm to bad. Seto is pushing himself, more than he should, Archer can tell due to Seto's slowed reaction time and his constant stumbling around and weaker than normal spells. Archer slashes at Seto with a sword, Seto dodges the attack, jumping backward. Seto's vision blurred, blood trickled down from his nose which he wipes away. Archer chuckles.

"You are pushing yourself too far, Seto. You know how dangerous that is. Especially in your case." Archer said. Seto's vision blurs again, he started panting, sweat forming on his skin as his posture turned sluggish. "Are you out of magic yet?" Archer ran at Seto, he kicked Seto in the stomach, Seto flies backward and into the wall. Seto sinks to the floor. More blood trickling down from his nose. 'Crap...I...I don't have any strength left. I can barely see straight.' Seto thought. Archer walks to him, grabbing his shirt and yanking him up to his feet, Archer pushes Seto against a broken window. "If only you had put up a real fight, then maybe I would respect your decision to come here alone. But beating you was easier than anything I have ever done." Archer grips Seto's shirt. He pulls Seto and then slams him against the window, cracks spiderweb through the glass. Seto grabbed Archer's wrists. He smiled.

"If magic exhaustion doesn't kill you, this fall will. Bye Seto." Archer said. He slams Seto against the glass again, this time breaking it and letting Seto fall through. Seto's eyes open, seeing the ground approach rapidly, his eyes closed waiting for the end.