"Am I dreaming?" Dreaming Blade asked himself as he jumped from the rising sword spikes that previously served as his foothold. He could even feel the tug in his katanas as if they wanted to join the other blades too."Battousai!" He immediately warned his ally, who was just a few body units away from him.
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Reverse Harakiri was a double-edged skill, and only those who are confident, or mad would add this to their a.r.s.enal. All the more if you"re a dual wielder - the higher the reward, the higher the risk.
This skill is a one-time hit only, and the user must make sure that he precisely finds his target, or else, he"ll take the brunt of the consequences - a life for a life.
"Hmph!" Battousai grunted as he manoeuvred in the air. Udil"s belly was wide open, and with only 53% HP remaining, his target"s life was easy to claim.
"Die!" The Demon Samurai simultaneously slashed his two katanas, staking everything in one shot.
Peng!
Unfortunately, the surrounding sword spikes suddenly darted to block his attack. Battousai failed to claim a life, and as a consequence, the black and red energies rebounded back to him.
Just like a samurai voluntarily taking his life with honour, 80% of Battousai"s life instantly disappeared as he was pushed back by the setback of his Reverse Harakiri.
Al was no longer surprised. He was already aware of the extent of his opponent"s skill.
The boy was more focused on sucking more sword spikes with the aid of the cute dark green cloud in the sky.
If a player suddenly found himself under numerous sword spikes that were floating above him, what would he do?
Dreaming Blade immediately came to protect his ally, who was still sprawled on the ground. The former was in a defensive stance. He knew that the game would be eventually over and that there"s no point from running as there was no available cover, so he"d rather die fighting.
"Tsss. Are you still good to go?" Dreaming Blade chuckled as he asked Battousai.
"Of course! Haha! That was only 80% of my life. Let"s bring that man down with us. Charge!" Battousai vigorously replied.
Now that there were no longer any blocking sword spikes on the mossy ground, the movement speed of the two Demon Samurais was even faster.
Al was not in a panic though as he still managed to marvel on the scenery in the sky. Although he was able to pull this stunt, he felt the large chunk of his stamina disappeared. The only unusual and funny thing was that Papa Bear and Ursun"s corpses floated with their swords too.
"Maybe because these two corpses are too heavy that"s why my body has taken a toll." The boy joked to comfort his tired brain.
In the final moments of a battle, one would sometimes find that time seemed to slow down.
Udil stamped the Staff of Linfa on the mossy ground; the earth and sky vibrated as the dark green cloud forcefully dispersed. After the quick burst in the air, the floating sword spikes finally rained down.
Tsuk!
Tsuk!
Peng!
Peng!
Shpak!
Peng!
Tsuk!
Tsuk!
Dreaming Blade and Battousai tried their best to parry the numerous swords that rained on them. However, in the end, who won"t get wet in the rain without an umbrella?
Udil claimed the victory as the two Demon Samurais fell on their knees over puddles of black blood, with their bodies riddled of multiple sharp swords. The scene somehow befitted the map"s gloomy name - Suicide Forest.
"Phew." Al sighed a deep breath as he felt the fatigue kicked in. He and his dead tank, Papa Bear, finally broke through the Bronze Rank.
Papa Bear no longer had the guts to grumble on why he was not awarded the MVP Rank, after the post-match results.
"Big Boss, I"m sorry ( T_T )" Bertran immediately sent a direct in-game message to him.
"It"s okay. Let"s take a break, for now, :D", Al replied.
[Battousai sent you a friend request.]
[Dreaming Blade sent you a friend request.]
Two system pop-ups immediately appeared on Al"s screen as he prepared to log off.
"Hey! We want a rematch! Let"s set up a Custom Room. In exchange, we"ll teach you our samurai-techniques if you could beat us in a fair and square battle! I"m sure you"ve wondered on why we were able to walk on the sword awhile ago, without getting any damage :D", Battousai sent a message to Al.
"Hey! Yeah. That technique is indeed interesting, but we"re taking a break. How about an hour from now? We also have a friend who is a Samurai-player. That would be fun!" Al kindly replied in the chat.
"Cool. See you then. I can"t wait to cut your belly", Battousai replied.
"Geez. This man is a battle maniac." Al shook his head as he accepted the friend requests before logging off the game.
Al immediately searched for Bertran, after he took off his gaming helmet. Coincidentally, the huge guy was already heading towards him.
"Big Boss. I"m sorry, I was not able to carry you." Bertran sheepishly apologised with a trace of shamelessness.
"Haha! That"s okay, Bert. Too bad, you were not able to exchange blades with those two Demon Samurais. Fret not though. They requested a rematch in a custom room." Al grinned.
"Really, Big Boss?! d.a.m.n! I"m going to smash their skulls! They easily took little Ursun and my life! Thanks to those sword spikes! I would have been the MVP if not for those nasty traps!" Papa Bear was still Papa Bear.
"However...", Al"s voice trailed. "There"s one condition. Do you want to be really the real MVP, Bert?"
"Aren"t I?" Bertran was confused; his face innocent from the ridicules of life.
"Haha! I mean the real-real MVP!" Al really knew Bert"s weakness.
"Woah! There"s still such thing? Of course! How do I achieve that?" Bertran"s eyes were full of interest.
"Stick by my side. No matter what. A real-real MPV is a good tank-carry. Do you understand? No matter how many skulls there are, don"t leave my side unless I told you to do so." Al lectured over the looming big man.
"Consider it done, Big Boss. The real-real MVP shall carry and protect you." Bertran pounded his chest as he winked towards Al.
"Good. Let"s grab something to eat first as the others are still busy. Do you like ice cream?" Al smirked.
"I love ice cream! Let"s go!" Bertran screamed as he and Al went out of the workshop.