Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin-Chapter 181

The fight becomes brutal then, they stop measuring each other’s strength and weakness and blood and claws enter the play, with flashes of silver that meet the target, of dirty fists coming from an opening on the side, of foot work going back and forth and back and forth, a deadly dance that the one to miss a step would end up dead on the floor.

Ethan grits his teeth, focusing on the battle to the bone, forcing his senses to their limit while his father on the other hand seems to be having fun, that smile of his widening while his eyes glimmered with the crazy look of a bad dog addicted to the adrenaline and danger of fights to the death like this, enjoying every taste of danger, every cut closer to his heart widened his smile further.

Crazy, mad fighting dog.

The Demon Lord starts laughing out loud once Ethan starts to tire out, very small at first by giving a few more steps back before pushing him out, or taking a few more seconds than he has before to push the Demon Lord’s sword back.

That’s when I do not wait any longer to interfere to wait up on the results of dragging this fight any further would bring and at the moment the demon thinks he has won some leverage and has completely disregarded me I use my magic to freeze the ground under his feet as he advances his unstoppable wave of attacks and, carried by the memento, is unable to dodge it in time and his foot slips as he loses balance over the ice.

One mistake like this, in a fight of this caliber, could cost him everything, and I don’t need to tell Ethan anything as he seizes the opportunity and dives the sword down.

Only that the smile does not disappear from his face and his leather tail holds his weight as he falls, a twist of the body that makes for the lack of one leg down, his sword still free to block Ethan’s attack and not having the right angle to fight his attack back he chooses to sneak around and dodge back in an impressive maneuver that almost costs his tail, not getting off unscathed but not as damaged as I hoped for.

And now I had lost the advantage of the surprise.

"Oh no, how coy your lover is, to attack me from nowhere when I was not expecting it and having so much fun at that, tsk tsk tsk, such strong willing toy I will love to play around with later..." He licks his lips while looking expecting at me.

That manages to send a shiver up my spine.

Ethan jumps to my side and, this time, the next section of actions counts with the both of us, fully taking advantage of the fact that we have fought for a long time side by side, synchronizing our attack together to the point that Ethan would dodge while jumping and an Ice Lance would cut past where he was mere moments ago, forcing the Demon Lord to raise his sword to defend from my lance, while Ethan would prepare his attack next, giving him no time nor space to breath as we keep the assault constant and as unpredictable as possible.

Full on concentrating on finding the gaps and attacking without risking hurting Ethan is a difficult and dangerous task, especially when the Demon Lord proves himself worthy of the title of the most powerful demon, and an experience one at that, catches up fast and starts working his way around my attack, at times using Ethan as a shield and making me have to call back my magic to not hit him, keeping Ethan between us as much as possible, and at times trying to get closer to me and force me into a hand to hand combat, but Ethan too knew that he would attack the back up first and was quick on his feet in defending me from him.

For a time no side seems to give, needing the both of us to start tiring the Demon Lord down, and one mistake, one single mistake would be enough to tilt the precarious balance of this fight to one side.

Tensions are up high, and only the sound of the attacks can be heard in that basement, constant clashes of metal against metal and the eventual ice magic bursting out. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The stalemate is palpable, a consistent presence in the fight bringing tension and pressure on each and every move, every attack deliberate and well planned, but both sides could only keep at it for so long, disfiguration the basement with blast, kicks, bursts of melting fire and fragile freezing pillars.

For wherever this fight leads us, it leaves a path of destruction, only the huge creature chained surviving the attacks, if by luck.

But then my eyes glimmered at the impossibility of that, and how I had seen the Demon Lord drinking from this creature before, draining power I bet, and how by the second I could see small changes on him, on how his skin crackled more, on how his hair grown thinner, little by little.

He was fading, losing the brute fighting power, our strategy of going at him while he had to keep his undead army up working wonders, and at that moment, when my next attack aimed at him I next aim my Ice Claws towards the base where the tick magical chain that is sealed on the stone ground, far more feasible of breaking it down than the magical runed artifacts holding down such a beast, and in a desperate attempt to protect it the Demon Lords jumps right in front of my attack, blocking it from reaching the ground.

But not from hitting him.

Without the right strength and angle to block my attack properly his swords give and it is with great satisfaction that I see three lines cutting his flesh open under my reaching out Ice Claws, splashing his blood out in a satisfying arc in the air.

Only that is exactly what he wanted to happen.