The Godslingers 300: Chapter 16

Kyuseishu's POV

I pulled out a mace-tipped staff and paintbrush as Angst approached me. He drew out a long sword, as laughing emenated from his bandage-covered face.

"Kyuseishu, aren't you a little young for scribing? It's advanced magic, beyond my talents. Of couse, I focus on elemental magic..." he joked, his muffled voice smooth as silk.

"No. Ever since age 13, I've been a master of scribing." I said, painting the greek symbols for shield (ασπίδα) on my arm. A dome surrounded me, but he pulled out a gun.

"Heheheheh..." he cackled. A bullet, a stream of black, clawed through my dome and hit me clean in the shoulder. Ink mixed with blood as I fell, shattering my ink pot. Angst walked up to me.

"This is just like when our ancestors, Jack Sullivan and Angst Matteo fought for the last time." he said. "Jack just pulled through, but I'll make sure you don't!" he shouted, shooting me six more times. I screamed without sound as pain shot through me. But pain came from my forehead. I stared into a sea of familiar faces as the pain subsided.

"Ugh...." I said.

"Still alive?" Angst said. "Stubborn as ever, Little Kyu." he joked. I shot up, my bangs parted. Purple energy surrounded me as I swung my arm. A fist of ink shot out from the ground, knocking Angst down. It then formed a pot, only Angsts head sticking out.

"Begone, Deathkiller!" I shouted, my voice thousands of different voices.

A flash of violet shot through as Angst sunk into the ground. I collapsed, the pain back and the power gone.

"Need...a medic--" I said, blackness engulfing me.