Wren was up to the task, that much Mythal could tell. He stood his ground and returned the stalwart nod from the Special Operations leader, ready to engage the boy as he’d been asked. As the younger Rune Knight began a small chant, the ground cracked and gave way to brambles, though they looked far less imposing in their size and more of the sheer amount of them. It was enough to keep the boy on edge, though he seemed far more shy than he previously let on. There had been a manic, almost wild grin on his face when the very edge of his hood had lifted but now he refused to look up at Wren, leaving the Rune Knight flummoxed.
But Mythal could only half pay attention to what was happening to Wren. The armed teenager was staring at the Darkness Slayer with a look of ambivalence; as if the very notion that he had to do combat was boring to him. Mythal narrowed his eyes slightly as he reached back and pulled out the handle to Curse. The weapon swiftly unfolded itself fully into its sword form as the God Slayer considered his disinterested foe. “It ain’t too late to just put those away and call it a day, kid,” Mythal stated, his grip on his weapon firm but doing his best to look calm and unguarded. “All we want is answers.”
It almost looked like the teenager considered it for a moment, his eyes widening in thought. But then in the very next instant, he melted down into his own shadow, disappearing from sight. For most other people, that would be alarming and put them even more on guard. Not for Mythal; he could feel the summoned wraith moving through the shadows, swimming in darkness around the room in an attempt to catch Mythal by surprise. It was a cunning move, one that the God Slayer had utilized more times than he could count. And perhaps against Wren, it may have been effective. But it was for that precise reason that he had taken the teenager; he’d felt that deep darkness within him and seen the bits of shadow leaking out from him.
The God Slayer turned the moment that the teenager reappeared from Mythal’s own shadow, popping out like a rabbit in the midst of a wild escape. The two swords swung forward and clashed against the steel of Curse, the vibrating sound echoing out in the room. The God Slayer held his arm firm, keeping the two blades from pushing him back at all. The wraith was strong but he was hardly stronger than Mythal. Doubling down on his strength, the God Slayer pushed back and knocked the teenager back, causing him to bounce and land several feet away. Before he could try another disappearing act, Mythal swiped his free hand across his body and summoned the shadows in the room to him. Each person’s own personal dark image would be ripped from them and quickly pooled around the God Slayer’s feet, creating a circle of shadow.
The teenager looked at Mythal and then at the pool of shadow, seemingly unimpressed. Then in an instant, he was gone again but this time he just completely dematerialized. That was unexpected… now the God Slayer was put on the defensive, bringing his sword close to the chest and putting himself in a defensive stance. “Above you!” came the grating voice of Lux in warning. Mythal had just enough time to glance up and then leap forward, rolling over himself as the teenager reappeared and fell down, swords leading the charge. The weapons slammed into the stone floor, piercing the material with ease.
Growling, Mythal looked up at Lux, who had also materialized into the world once more. He was sitting in the air, leg crossed over the other, with what looked like a bowl of popcorn. “You’ll get ‘em next time, kid. As for you, pipsqueak; Wren isn’t even that strong. Just get on in there and do a little stabby stabby!” the Lightbringer chastised the summoner as he looked over his shoulder at the other battle.
Mythal’s attention was pulled to Wren quickly, giving the teenager a moment of opening. His hand pulled back and then shot forward, transforming into that of a massive shadow. The dark hand rushed towards the God Slayer, its fingers opening and then snapping closed around the Special Ops Ace. Mythal grunted as his arms were pinned to his sides, baring his teeth as the pressure pressed in on him. The teenager didn’t even look happy that he’d trapped the God Slayer; he just continued to look bored. But it meant that Mythal couldn’t defend himself and with that, he zipped forward in the air, swinging the sword he had left forward. In that instant, the Rune Knight flexed his muscles, imbuing them with magic. With a loud yell, he tore the hand into pieces, freeing himself and putting the wraith off guard.
Summoning the shadows that had once made up the hand, Mythal shot his arm out and released a torrent of shadow. It slammed into the wraith, swallowing him up and causing him to crash into the stone wall. The God Slayer continued to funnel the dark magic outward in a jet for several seconds before he finally let it dissipate. As the funnel of shadow dissipated, the wraith was quite literally embedded in the wall, a crater made up of his body imprinted in the stone. His eyes were a bit wider but still, he looked unmoved about the position he was in. But either way, it was clear he was out of the fight.
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