Romans & histoires Phantom Spirit Vs Peerless Assassin

The only sound was the faint, haunting hum of the lure and the thrum of Kairi’s waiting wards. It happened without warning. There was no displacement of air, no shimmer of light. One moment, the space before the lure was empty. The next, the assassin was there. Identical to the first: matte-black, light-eating armor, featureless helm, and in its hand, the shard of void-blade. It didn’t hesitate. It lunged at the shimmering doppelgänger, the blade thrusting forward to erase the phantom heart. “Now, Sze!” Kairi’s command was a whip-crack in my mind.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He looked down at the content that had a faint shimmer on the surface of the liquid. Alina's attention shifted back to Kenji who was already bringing out a gun. The click of the safety being undone. Alina was faster though. Always had been and always will. She grabbed the glock tucked inside Antonio's holster fast as lightning, her finger steady on the trigger. Two shots cracked. She won and he missed. Kenji Sato's gun clattered to the floor as he screamed, clutching his bleeding hand. Antonio's men got to his own men before any of them could say Jack.

The man who once lived for my breath was now the predator stalking it, his every movement a jagged, lethal promise of my end. We were on the open observation deck of the Spire’s flagship, suspended thousands of feet above the burning Iron Shore. The wind howled around us, tearing at my silk gown and the Sovereign tactical gear that now encased his body. Dante moved with a sickening, mechanical grace, his obsidian arm glowing a sterile, blinding white. He was "Assassin 01," a ghost with no name and no mercy.

I slam into one of them and kick the other in the head, then twirl before the one with the knife can stab me in the neck. A gun cocking behind my head makes me stiffen. Nostrils flaring, I raise my hands and get ready to attack, but before I can, the man behind me falls unconscious onto the floor. Turning quickly, I spot one of my fellow Assassins, Phoenix, finishing off the last two men. The hallway looks like a war zone with unconscious bodies lying in various spots on the floor. As soon as the last man is down, we both face each other. “What are you doing here?” We both ask in unison.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

Deadly damage, C-Plus spirit creature damage feels oppressive. BLAM! The Baboon's fist hit the two-sword formation of the warriors, causing a collision and an explosion sound. Yazu and Raike are propelled backwards like kites that have fallen. While the Baboon still appears to be in good health, it has grown more vicious and pounces on Nawa and Azozan, two assassins who were not prepared for the Baboon's rapid attack. A squeaking noise erupted as the Baboon's fist was clamped on Azozan and Nawa.

“A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.” The spirit growled, and its voice came out broken, layered with pain. “Traitor… murderer…” It lunged. Varic shoved me aside just as the ghost slammed into him, claws slicing through his armor like smoke cutting cloth. He grunted, rolling to his feet, blade flashing as he countered. The steel burned with a faint red light, striking the specter again and again — but it only howled, reforming. I scrambled back, panic clawing up my spine. “You can’t kill what’s already dead!”

Whizz! She rushed towards Vis at a fast pace, in a blink of a eye, to land a punch directed towards his stomach ; this attack was known as 'Rush and punch' — it was an exclusive attack for spirit-type elementalists, it required the user to borrow a little physical energy from any spirit's soul. Well, it had its own disadvantages too — first of all it consumed a lot of mana and lastly it lowered the spirit's overall physical performance. Eek! Whoosh!