Through the haze of pain and confusion, Zyrus watched the fist coming towards him rapidly. He tried to dodge however it was too late.
Turned upside down and stuck in the wall, he couldn't do anything as the fist smashed right in his stomach.
Then again...and again and again.
A plethora of hammer like punches struck him, each pushing him towards the edge of unconsciousnes.
Zyrus couldn't do anything.
Then, the knight suddenly stopped as Zyrus's body slid down vertically, blood flowing from his orifices.
However that was all, the reprive he got, as the knight picked Zyrus up and slammed him down in the obsidian ground almost breaking his spinal cord.
Zyrus, breath stopped for a moment. As a blinding amount of pain exploded everywhere from his body.
The knight, still grabbing him once again picked him up, however this time....the black knight spun on his heel, as he threw Zyrus like a dart.
Bang
A loud sound came from the vacant halls, as Zyrus crashed into the wall.
'What just happened?' The boy couldn't understand. Every inch hurts, his ribs had surely broken. His nose has caved in blood flowing from it furiously.
Beneath him, where he lay. There was a pool of crimson forming beneath him, soaking his ragged clothes.
'Survive against something like this, how can one do it?' he couldn't help but think ruefully.
How would one survive and abomination like this?
How could he, a normal teenager survive against someone awakened much less against this fucking knight?
'Had the system gone mad?'
Right now, Zyrus couldn't even understand how was he, even alive till now.
If not for the armoured abomination moving towards him slowly he might have given himself a pat on his back.
He looked at the timer.
[1:28...]
Oh, what a wrenching tragedy it was, never in his life had Zyrus wanted the time to move as fast as he wanted right now, only for him to watch that only thirty seconds had passed.
"F-fuck this shit. Curse..you.." He cursed.
Step...Step..Step
The knight walked slowly towards him, as if he was watching, how magnificently he had broken the boy.
Step... however to Zyrus, these steps were like his death walking towards him, enjoying his agony with malice and subtle glee.
Yet, slowly he stood up..or atleast tried to as he fell, his knees buckling and giving up, weakened to the extreme from pain and fear.
He fall down on the cold and blood filled ground, only for his hand to struck something lightly... weakly, he looked up as he saw an long bloodied iron sword close to his hand.
It was rusted, however still looked strong enough for it, to hold a fight for sometime. He didn't waste a moment quickly he grabbed the sword.
Though, in the next moment his instincts overrid everything as a crawling sensation phased through his whole body.
He didn't even think before he brought the sword in front of his chest. Then, waited for the harrowing blow to come.
However..one moment..two..then three. Nothing happened.
Slowly, he opened his eyes. His breath caught instantly as he saw the knight standing in front him, it's fist stretched straight for his chest only for it stop inches before.
For the first time, the boy caught the eyes of the knight, and they looked confused, as the knight tilted his head looking at the sword.
Then to Zyrus's surprise, it took it's hand back.
The black knight then calmly moved towards the direction, from where Zyrus picked up the sword. Zyrus weakly sat up, as he looked at the knight with fear.
He didn't attack the knight as he didn't have enough strength..well not like it would do anything against it anyway.
Zyrus watched as the knight, moved towards the heap of weapons that stood lonely in the dark stone hall.
Streching his hand, towards the heap. The knight also picked up a sword.
'Huh, didn't it have one already?' Zyrus thought confused. However, in the next moment...he stopped thinking altogether.
The knight turned towards him, his whole presence changing. If before it was like a machine, that only move to erase it's enemies. Now, it was calm.
It was so calm, that for a moment the black knight looked still as lake.
Yet, all Zyrus could feel right now...was dread.
A true, harrowing dread that made want to run.
Trembling, unknown if it was from the weight of the sword or it was from the pain or it was from fear. He raised it.
[1:09]
The knight moved.
[1:07]
Two mere seconds.
They were all that took, Zyrus to regret his decision to pick up a sword dearly.
Before, he could he even defend himself. A long diagonal, cut marked his chest as blood came out like fountain from it.
Zyrus, staggered his eyes wide and disbelieving.
*****
"What are you doing?, he will die if this continued anymore?" Anaerah shouted as she looked at the harrowing state of Zyrus.
Though, it was unknown if the reason for it was worry of her bond or something else.
"..." The golden white eyed man, didn't say anything as he seriously looked at them.
Right now, he was torn.
Things had took on a drastic term, than he had thought, thus making him ambivalent for what to do.
The Right hand man of the Apex.
The Lightning Void Knight.
The Black Knight.
There was a reason, why the trial hadn't given a weapon to both Zyrus and the Knight.
It was because a weapon in the hands of that abomination was as good as a death penalty. There was a reason why he was called the greatest knight of his era.
"Hey, why are standing like a statue do something?" Anaerah once again shouted, scowling deeply towards the man.
The man rubbed his face, then turned towards her sighing.
"I am sorry, lady however I can't do anything about it."
Anaerah stilled listening to him.