Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Trial and Judgement ❯ Forest of Revenge: Part Two ( Chapter 3 )
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By: DarkNEvil 
Injuried in the first fight can Maxwell surivive two more fights, each happening after eachother?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Injuried in the first fight can Maxwell surivive two more fights, each happening after eachother?
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Fantasy / Adventure | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 08.31.2007 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.0K | Visits: 174 | Status: Work In Progress
Barely escaping the deadly grasp of death, Maxwell continues to march through this dreaded forest. The temperature had instantly dropped below 50 degrees. It would seem that the forest temperature changes constantly, as it was alive or something. The normal short grass that was dominant in the part of the forest where Maxwell had just let was now taller and had sandpaper like feel to it. The gray cloud that was once in the skies was gone now, as the full moon and stars shined brightly. The wound upon his nose was now scabbed over and yellow puss was oozing out of the small opening of the scabs. More then likely it was infected and needed to be reopened and then bandaged, but for now that will have to wait. Clinched still in his right hand was his sword that blade was stain with blood of the previous battle.
He continued walking through the forest, brushing aside branches and twigs that got in his way. His facial expression was emotionless, but one could still notice that he was thinking about something. What he was thinking was simple, the battle that had just happen. Why did that thing attack me? Who sent that thing after me? Will there be more in this forest? All these questions were running through his head. He shook his head some regaining his focus and the real reason why he came to this forest and that was to find King Nirattaech and see what he had to say.
Meanwhile, back to where the corpse of Zinc lay, three cloaked figures appeared out of nowhere and walked up to the corpse. The birds and foxes that were beginning to feed upon the corpse all scattered. As some of the birds flee from the corpse, one was suddenly snatched out of mid-air by something as the sound of crushing bones, and guts getting ripped apart piece by piece and a burp soon followed. The burped came from the shortest of the cloaked figures and there was now blood upon its cloak. The tallest of the cloaked figured snapped in the direction of the shortest cloaked figure. The cloaked figured notice that he got caught "Sorry.” it said, its voice was that of a child. The tallest figure shook its head before looking back at the corpse "It would seem that Maxwell still got his skills.” it said "Fuchs, Bloodshot go get in your position."
The shortest and the other cloaked figure nodded their heads in unison as they both disappear from sight, as the tallest of the cloaked figures stayed behind. It kneeled down beside the headless corpse; a pair of sun kissed color hands appears from underneath the cloak as it grabs the hooded part of the cloak and pulls it back. Locks of golden brown hair falls pass its shoulders. Its hair was soft too the touch but strong enough that it wouldn't break easily. A pair of silver color eyes peered down upon the corpse "Zinc, your death won’t go in vain. I have known you since you escape that lab. And since then we have been through so much together. You were an amazing fighter you had more potential then Fuchs and Bloodshot put together, it's sad that it's going to waste. Rest in peace my friend,” it said. It slowly rises from its knees as the light from the moon hits its face, revealing a face the resembles a female in her early twenties. Her glossy red lips shined as the moonlight hits it. She looks upon the corpse as her eyes turns green and a beam of green light hits the corpse. The corpse would then turn into ashes as she did the same to the head. She begins to walk away pulling the hooded part of the cloaked back over her head her body begins to phrase in and out as she disappears from sight. A cool breeze blew scattering the ashes in the air.
Maxwell had made it to a somewhat clearing in the forest. His light red eyes scanning over area, making sure no sudden danger was around. A doe crossing through the path startled him a little. The scar upon his nose was still leaking yellow puss and it stunk "Well I guess I need to reopen it, before I die from It.” he said in a calm voice. He kneels down on one knee and reached inside his right boot as he pulls out a throwing dagger. He takes a firm hold on the dagger as he place it at the begin of the scar as he slice it all the way down. His face twist in pain as he reopens the wound, blood and yellow puss oozed out and onto his shirt. He would then lay the dagger down beside him as he pulls out a container of water and pours it on the wound washing it out. "Ah that's better,” he said in a calm voice, he place his left hand over the wound as it begins to shimmer a purple-ish color. The wound slowly began to heal the muscles that were cut apart, heal themselves as a thin layer of skin slowly covers it. A deep sigh of relief escapes his lips; he looks at the sword that was still in hand. The steel of the blade glister as the moonlight hits it. He entraps the empty sheath on his back and he place the six foot long sword within the hilt and straps it back onto his back.
The smell of smoke was still in the air and it was thicker here then it was anywhere else "Must be close.” he said calmly. He stands up as he begins to walk out of the somewhat clearing. Unknowing too Maxwell he was being followed by someone or something that was jumping from tree to tree. Maxwell continue to walk unaware of the presence. A loud whistling noise went by his ear as the object got stuck in s tree up head, it was a shuriken. The shuriken came from the one who was following him. He quickly turns around and looks over the area, scanning the trees, it wouldn't be until he scans them over before he saw who through it at them. "No wonder you killed Zinc with such ease.” the cloaked figured said, in a child-like voice. The cloaked figured jumped down from the tree as he lands on the ground. A pair of ghostly pale hands moves from underneath its cloak and unbuttons it, letting the cloak fall to the ground, revealing the true appearance of the figure. It stood around 5'1 and weighed no more then 100lbs. It had black spiky hair that matched the black lipstick it hands on. It was wearing a long sleeve purple shirt and light brown pants, it appearance was that of a male. His mystical green eyes were cold and emotionless as they stared at the one known as Maxwell.
Maxwell raised his right brow some as he looks at the one in front of him, shaking his heads some "Does everybody I meet has to be a freak or something? Gees, before I know it they might drive me farther into insanity.” he thought to his self. He straightens back up as he looks at the man in front of him “Zinc...Zinc...? Why that name does sounds familiar? Oh wait is that the freak of nature who couldn't keep it's head on?” he said. A low growl escapes the man's lips "How dare you insult Zinc! I will revenge his death!” he said his voice that of a ten year old.
"I wasn't insulting Zinc or whatever you call him. I was giving him a complement. Man, if looks could kill Zinc would have killed me when I first saw him. If you look at him to fast you could have hurt yourself.” Maxwell said "Tell me your name, so I can write it on your tombstone when I kill you."
The man's face twitched at Maxwell's last words "The name is Fuchs. And you got it wrong the only name on the tombstone will be yours. First I'm going to cut off that smartass tongue of yours and consume your still beating heart from your corpse!” Fuchs said in a harsh tone. He pulls out two scimitars as he charges towards Maxwell, when he get into range he will send the scimitar in his right hand in an arch motion, aiming for Maxwell's left should. He will then send the scimitar in his other hand in a crossing motion aiming from the right side of Maxwell's ribcage. The curved part of the scimitar inward. Maxwell grin some as he quickly draws his sword in his right hand, deflecting the first attack aimed` for his shoulder and quickly moving the sword in the way of the second attack catching the curve part of the scimitar. He then turns his sword sideward, then pushing the scimitar back. Fuchs was surprise at the speed of Maxwell as his left arm get pushed back and straighten.
Fuchs will move his right scimitar towards the left of Maxwell's ribcage and pushing against Maxwell's sword with his left scimitar. Maxwell grits his teeth as he continues to put pressure on the left scimitar. His right eye will catch the movement of Fuchs’s right arm, as he waits until the last split second before reaching out with his right hand, grabbing Fuchs's right wrist, squeezing it tightly. His left hand would open up letting his sword fall to the ground. This will allow the scimitar in Fuchs's left hand to continue on it's path, but before the scimitar hits, Maxwell will grab the other wrist, as he tighten his grip on it. A grin manifested upon his face as he begins to speak in a calm voice"Gotcha!" Fuchs's eyes widen seeming how Maxwell had placed him in a position that he really didn't want to be in.
Maxwell's grips tighten as he does a back flip, both of his feet connecting with Fuchs's chin, letting go of his wrist. While in mid-air his sword would begin to rattle as it would appear in Maxwell’s right hand, he would then stand straight up looking at Fuchs. Fuchs stumbled back some as he spits out three teeth onto the ground. His eyes narrowed down at Maxwell "You bastard! You will pay for that.” he said in a cold voice, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Bring it." was all Maxwell said as he grins. Maxwell would then charge at Fuchs closing the gap between them quickly, he would grip his sword with both hands and do a horizontal slash starting from Fuchs' left shoulder and ending at his right hip. Seeing this attack coming Fuchs brings his right scimitar up to parrying Maxwell's attack, while moving his left scimitar in a crossing motion aiming for Maxwell's ribs. As Maxwell attack gets parried, he moves his sword in the way of the scimitar that was aiming for his ribs on his left side. A "clinking" sound of metal hitting metal was heard, as Fuchs growls at this as he begins to "I can't...", his words were cut off by Maxwell hitting him dead in the nose, smashing it end, ultimately crush all the bones him his nose. As Fuchs stumbles back, Maxwell took this chance gripping his sword tightly; he thrust it at the gut of Fuchs. Before Maxwell knew what happening, he felt something biting down upon his wrist “What the fuck? Is this?” An organ like thing had attached itself to his wrist, his eyes moved up the length of the thing's long intestine like body"Oh my god. What is that?” His eyes widen as he sees that this thing came out of Fuchs' stomach. "What's wrong Maxwell? What's with that look? It looks like you have seen a ghost of something." The thing let go of Maxwell's wrist as it goes back within Fuchs' stomach, blood splitting on his face. The blood was that of Maxwell's. He looks down at the wound upon both of his wrist that thing's mouth was big enough to wrap around both of his wrist, leaving a nasty wound, blood gushed out of the wounds like a geyser. He tightening the grip on his sword as he looks at his muscles tightens; he shook his head some still looking at the wound. That thing had bitten all the way to the bone. Crimson red blood continues to gush out of his wound, soaking the ground underneath his feet. He knew that he would have to end this battle soon before he passes out from the blood lost.
He gripping the sword tighter, holding it with his right hand he moved it to his side and glares deeply at Fuchs. "What's the hold up, oh great Maxwell. Aren’t you going to attack me or are you to scare to?" He didn't say nothing just stared at Fuchs emotionless. "Fine then since you don't want to talk, I will just kill you now.” he lunged towards Maxwell closing the gap between them quickly. He spitted at Maxwell's eyes as he brings both of the scimitars across Maxwell's chest. Maxwell put his hand in the way of the split, with god-like speed he brings his sword in a slanted motion across both of Fuchs' wrists cutting them completely off. A pair of hands with two scimitar clinch in them would fly over his left shoulder and blood lands on Maxwell's face. An ear piercing scream soon followed as Fuchs falls down on his knees, as blood sprays out of his wounds, like a geyser erupting soaking the ground underneath him. Blood dripped off Maxwell's sword as a smirk was now upon his face “And here I thought you were going to kill me?" Fuchs's gut began to move as it looks like it was boiling. Maxwell notices this action as he steadies his self for what to come. Like lightening the organ like thing strikes at Maxwell, he rolls to the left as he brings the sword down upon the things head cutting it off. The headless body of the thing wiggled uncontrolable, as purple blood that had the distinct smell of rotten flesh went everywhere. Maxwell watched this take placed as it continued for a few more seconds before it stopped and died. "Max...well...you are a true warrior...but...if you only...knew wha.” Fuchs' words were cut off as a dark cloaked figure appeared behind him and punches through Fuchs' head as the cloaked figured pulled his fist out of Fuchs' head. Fuchs lifeless body hits the ground landing in his on blood, splattering against the cloaked figures, cloak.
"What the hell is going on here?” Maxwell ask, have watching what had happen. Blood steadily dripped from the cloaked figure's right fist, the cloaked figure just tilt it's head some before straightens it back. It reached into its cloaked pulling out two short swords out of there scabbards, which ware hidden within the cloak. The short swords caught on fire when it hits the air. The reddish flames roar and crackle in the air. Maxwell had already gotten onto his feet and was getting into a defensive stance, his sword tightly clutched in his right hand. He was feeling dizzy from the large amount of blood he had lost. The cloaked figure didn't waste know time as it extends both of its arms out and quickly crossed them, releasing two heated shockwaves towards Maxwell. He instantly drop to the ground as the shockwave barely miss him, only burning the shirt on his back and revealing a mystical symbol on his back that was now glowing red. He quickly gets up, running towards the cloaked figure dragging his sword on the ground, bringing the sword up in a vertical slash motion, sending a powerful shockwave at the cloaked figure. His body would then phrase out of existence as an explosion of blinding light occurs. The cloaked figure rolls to the left dodging the shockwave as it closed its eyes tightly, shielding them from the blinding light. It would slowly open it's eyes as the pupil readjust themselves as it's scans the area for Maxwell, it gets into a defensive position waiting for Maxwell to strike. The forest now in a dead silent as if time had stopped. The wind was no longer blowing the birds was no longer chirping, a ghostly red smoked filled the air as it begins to wrap around the mouth of the cloaked figure, suffocating it slowly. The cloaked figured begin to struggle as it dropped both of its short swords onto the ground. It falls to the ground on its knees as it continues to struggle; Maxwell would appearance out of the fog, his eyes now glowing a reddish tint. He would raise his sword up high and brings it down onto the cloaked figure's head, splitting it in half. He would then swing the sword to the left of him, slinging off the crimson red blood of the one who he just killed. The mystical symbol on his back would stop glowing, so would his eyes as the fog disappears. He looks at his wrist as they would both completely heal, the only thing that was lifted was a small scar around both wrist “What just happen?” he said to his self. He turns his head towards the corpse of the cloaked figure “How in the hell did that happen?” he questioned his self, having no knowledge that it was "he" who killed the cloaked figure.
He continued walking through the forest, brushing aside branches and twigs that got in his way. His facial expression was emotionless, but one could still notice that he was thinking about something. What he was thinking was simple, the battle that had just happen. Why did that thing attack me? Who sent that thing after me? Will there be more in this forest? All these questions were running through his head. He shook his head some regaining his focus and the real reason why he came to this forest and that was to find King Nirattaech and see what he had to say.
Meanwhile, back to where the corpse of Zinc lay, three cloaked figures appeared out of nowhere and walked up to the corpse. The birds and foxes that were beginning to feed upon the corpse all scattered. As some of the birds flee from the corpse, one was suddenly snatched out of mid-air by something as the sound of crushing bones, and guts getting ripped apart piece by piece and a burp soon followed. The burped came from the shortest of the cloaked figures and there was now blood upon its cloak. The tallest of the cloaked figured snapped in the direction of the shortest cloaked figure. The cloaked figured notice that he got caught "Sorry.” it said, its voice was that of a child. The tallest figure shook its head before looking back at the corpse "It would seem that Maxwell still got his skills.” it said "Fuchs, Bloodshot go get in your position."
The shortest and the other cloaked figure nodded their heads in unison as they both disappear from sight, as the tallest of the cloaked figures stayed behind. It kneeled down beside the headless corpse; a pair of sun kissed color hands appears from underneath the cloak as it grabs the hooded part of the cloak and pulls it back. Locks of golden brown hair falls pass its shoulders. Its hair was soft too the touch but strong enough that it wouldn't break easily. A pair of silver color eyes peered down upon the corpse "Zinc, your death won’t go in vain. I have known you since you escape that lab. And since then we have been through so much together. You were an amazing fighter you had more potential then Fuchs and Bloodshot put together, it's sad that it's going to waste. Rest in peace my friend,” it said. It slowly rises from its knees as the light from the moon hits its face, revealing a face the resembles a female in her early twenties. Her glossy red lips shined as the moonlight hits it. She looks upon the corpse as her eyes turns green and a beam of green light hits the corpse. The corpse would then turn into ashes as she did the same to the head. She begins to walk away pulling the hooded part of the cloaked back over her head her body begins to phrase in and out as she disappears from sight. A cool breeze blew scattering the ashes in the air.
Maxwell had made it to a somewhat clearing in the forest. His light red eyes scanning over area, making sure no sudden danger was around. A doe crossing through the path startled him a little. The scar upon his nose was still leaking yellow puss and it stunk "Well I guess I need to reopen it, before I die from It.” he said in a calm voice. He kneels down on one knee and reached inside his right boot as he pulls out a throwing dagger. He takes a firm hold on the dagger as he place it at the begin of the scar as he slice it all the way down. His face twist in pain as he reopens the wound, blood and yellow puss oozed out and onto his shirt. He would then lay the dagger down beside him as he pulls out a container of water and pours it on the wound washing it out. "Ah that's better,” he said in a calm voice, he place his left hand over the wound as it begins to shimmer a purple-ish color. The wound slowly began to heal the muscles that were cut apart, heal themselves as a thin layer of skin slowly covers it. A deep sigh of relief escapes his lips; he looks at the sword that was still in hand. The steel of the blade glister as the moonlight hits it. He entraps the empty sheath on his back and he place the six foot long sword within the hilt and straps it back onto his back.
The smell of smoke was still in the air and it was thicker here then it was anywhere else "Must be close.” he said calmly. He stands up as he begins to walk out of the somewhat clearing. Unknowing too Maxwell he was being followed by someone or something that was jumping from tree to tree. Maxwell continue to walk unaware of the presence. A loud whistling noise went by his ear as the object got stuck in s tree up head, it was a shuriken. The shuriken came from the one who was following him. He quickly turns around and looks over the area, scanning the trees, it wouldn't be until he scans them over before he saw who through it at them. "No wonder you killed Zinc with such ease.” the cloaked figured said, in a child-like voice. The cloaked figured jumped down from the tree as he lands on the ground. A pair of ghostly pale hands moves from underneath its cloak and unbuttons it, letting the cloak fall to the ground, revealing the true appearance of the figure. It stood around 5'1 and weighed no more then 100lbs. It had black spiky hair that matched the black lipstick it hands on. It was wearing a long sleeve purple shirt and light brown pants, it appearance was that of a male. His mystical green eyes were cold and emotionless as they stared at the one known as Maxwell.
Maxwell raised his right brow some as he looks at the one in front of him, shaking his heads some "Does everybody I meet has to be a freak or something? Gees, before I know it they might drive me farther into insanity.” he thought to his self. He straightens back up as he looks at the man in front of him “Zinc...Zinc...? Why that name does sounds familiar? Oh wait is that the freak of nature who couldn't keep it's head on?” he said. A low growl escapes the man's lips "How dare you insult Zinc! I will revenge his death!” he said his voice that of a ten year old.
"I wasn't insulting Zinc or whatever you call him. I was giving him a complement. Man, if looks could kill Zinc would have killed me when I first saw him. If you look at him to fast you could have hurt yourself.” Maxwell said "Tell me your name, so I can write it on your tombstone when I kill you."
The man's face twitched at Maxwell's last words "The name is Fuchs. And you got it wrong the only name on the tombstone will be yours. First I'm going to cut off that smartass tongue of yours and consume your still beating heart from your corpse!” Fuchs said in a harsh tone. He pulls out two scimitars as he charges towards Maxwell, when he get into range he will send the scimitar in his right hand in an arch motion, aiming for Maxwell's left should. He will then send the scimitar in his other hand in a crossing motion aiming from the right side of Maxwell's ribcage. The curved part of the scimitar inward. Maxwell grin some as he quickly draws his sword in his right hand, deflecting the first attack aimed` for his shoulder and quickly moving the sword in the way of the second attack catching the curve part of the scimitar. He then turns his sword sideward, then pushing the scimitar back. Fuchs was surprise at the speed of Maxwell as his left arm get pushed back and straighten.
Fuchs will move his right scimitar towards the left of Maxwell's ribcage and pushing against Maxwell's sword with his left scimitar. Maxwell grits his teeth as he continues to put pressure on the left scimitar. His right eye will catch the movement of Fuchs’s right arm, as he waits until the last split second before reaching out with his right hand, grabbing Fuchs's right wrist, squeezing it tightly. His left hand would open up letting his sword fall to the ground. This will allow the scimitar in Fuchs's left hand to continue on it's path, but before the scimitar hits, Maxwell will grab the other wrist, as he tighten his grip on it. A grin manifested upon his face as he begins to speak in a calm voice"Gotcha!" Fuchs's eyes widen seeming how Maxwell had placed him in a position that he really didn't want to be in.
Maxwell's grips tighten as he does a back flip, both of his feet connecting with Fuchs's chin, letting go of his wrist. While in mid-air his sword would begin to rattle as it would appear in Maxwell’s right hand, he would then stand straight up looking at Fuchs. Fuchs stumbled back some as he spits out three teeth onto the ground. His eyes narrowed down at Maxwell "You bastard! You will pay for that.” he said in a cold voice, wiping the blood from his mouth. "Bring it." was all Maxwell said as he grins. Maxwell would then charge at Fuchs closing the gap between them quickly, he would grip his sword with both hands and do a horizontal slash starting from Fuchs' left shoulder and ending at his right hip. Seeing this attack coming Fuchs brings his right scimitar up to parrying Maxwell's attack, while moving his left scimitar in a crossing motion aiming for Maxwell's ribs. As Maxwell attack gets parried, he moves his sword in the way of the scimitar that was aiming for his ribs on his left side. A "clinking" sound of metal hitting metal was heard, as Fuchs growls at this as he begins to "I can't...", his words were cut off by Maxwell hitting him dead in the nose, smashing it end, ultimately crush all the bones him his nose. As Fuchs stumbles back, Maxwell took this chance gripping his sword tightly; he thrust it at the gut of Fuchs. Before Maxwell knew what happening, he felt something biting down upon his wrist “What the fuck? Is this?” An organ like thing had attached itself to his wrist, his eyes moved up the length of the thing's long intestine like body"Oh my god. What is that?” His eyes widen as he sees that this thing came out of Fuchs' stomach. "What's wrong Maxwell? What's with that look? It looks like you have seen a ghost of something." The thing let go of Maxwell's wrist as it goes back within Fuchs' stomach, blood splitting on his face. The blood was that of Maxwell's. He looks down at the wound upon both of his wrist that thing's mouth was big enough to wrap around both of his wrist, leaving a nasty wound, blood gushed out of the wounds like a geyser. He tightening the grip on his sword as he looks at his muscles tightens; he shook his head some still looking at the wound. That thing had bitten all the way to the bone. Crimson red blood continues to gush out of his wound, soaking the ground underneath his feet. He knew that he would have to end this battle soon before he passes out from the blood lost.
He gripping the sword tighter, holding it with his right hand he moved it to his side and glares deeply at Fuchs. "What's the hold up, oh great Maxwell. Aren’t you going to attack me or are you to scare to?" He didn't say nothing just stared at Fuchs emotionless. "Fine then since you don't want to talk, I will just kill you now.” he lunged towards Maxwell closing the gap between them quickly. He spitted at Maxwell's eyes as he brings both of the scimitars across Maxwell's chest. Maxwell put his hand in the way of the split, with god-like speed he brings his sword in a slanted motion across both of Fuchs' wrists cutting them completely off. A pair of hands with two scimitar clinch in them would fly over his left shoulder and blood lands on Maxwell's face. An ear piercing scream soon followed as Fuchs falls down on his knees, as blood sprays out of his wounds, like a geyser erupting soaking the ground underneath him. Blood dripped off Maxwell's sword as a smirk was now upon his face “And here I thought you were going to kill me?" Fuchs's gut began to move as it looks like it was boiling. Maxwell notices this action as he steadies his self for what to come. Like lightening the organ like thing strikes at Maxwell, he rolls to the left as he brings the sword down upon the things head cutting it off. The headless body of the thing wiggled uncontrolable, as purple blood that had the distinct smell of rotten flesh went everywhere. Maxwell watched this take placed as it continued for a few more seconds before it stopped and died. "Max...well...you are a true warrior...but...if you only...knew wha.” Fuchs' words were cut off as a dark cloaked figure appeared behind him and punches through Fuchs' head as the cloaked figured pulled his fist out of Fuchs' head. Fuchs lifeless body hits the ground landing in his on blood, splattering against the cloaked figures, cloak.
"What the hell is going on here?” Maxwell ask, have watching what had happen. Blood steadily dripped from the cloaked figure's right fist, the cloaked figure just tilt it's head some before straightens it back. It reached into its cloaked pulling out two short swords out of there scabbards, which ware hidden within the cloak. The short swords caught on fire when it hits the air. The reddish flames roar and crackle in the air. Maxwell had already gotten onto his feet and was getting into a defensive stance, his sword tightly clutched in his right hand. He was feeling dizzy from the large amount of blood he had lost. The cloaked figure didn't waste know time as it extends both of its arms out and quickly crossed them, releasing two heated shockwaves towards Maxwell. He instantly drop to the ground as the shockwave barely miss him, only burning the shirt on his back and revealing a mystical symbol on his back that was now glowing red. He quickly gets up, running towards the cloaked figure dragging his sword on the ground, bringing the sword up in a vertical slash motion, sending a powerful shockwave at the cloaked figure. His body would then phrase out of existence as an explosion of blinding light occurs. The cloaked figure rolls to the left dodging the shockwave as it closed its eyes tightly, shielding them from the blinding light. It would slowly open it's eyes as the pupil readjust themselves as it's scans the area for Maxwell, it gets into a defensive position waiting for Maxwell to strike. The forest now in a dead silent as if time had stopped. The wind was no longer blowing the birds was no longer chirping, a ghostly red smoked filled the air as it begins to wrap around the mouth of the cloaked figure, suffocating it slowly. The cloaked figured begin to struggle as it dropped both of its short swords onto the ground. It falls to the ground on its knees as it continues to struggle; Maxwell would appearance out of the fog, his eyes now glowing a reddish tint. He would raise his sword up high and brings it down onto the cloaked figure's head, splitting it in half. He would then swing the sword to the left of him, slinging off the crimson red blood of the one who he just killed. The mystical symbol on his back would stop glowing, so would his eyes as the fog disappears. He looks at his wrist as they would both completely heal, the only thing that was lifted was a small scar around both wrist “What just happen?” he said to his self. He turns his head towards the corpse of the cloaked figure “How in the hell did that happen?” he questioned his self, having no knowledge that it was "he" who killed the cloaked figure.
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