Battle Ground VI

With his cane, calmly, he stood there, as if nothing will happen… Indeed, Benjamin Nightingale, servant of Sebastian Bristol, is truly an impressive character.

“My cane will be the last thing you’ll see, boy.” He warned me calmly. I can’t utter anything but Cross’s name.

“You talk too much, begin.” Cross told Nightingale.

“Oh, I do admire your courage, but I am gentleman; Ladies first.” He replied.

“As you wish.” She told him as she raised her enormous scythe, Grimm.

“Let us begin the battle, shall we?” Sebastian voiced out.

Cross made the first moves as she slashed Grimm while chasing Nightingale but everything was obscure. She cannot even give him an abrupt wound. He was tremendously quick. Nightingale got tired of dodging; he began attacking my puny character.

A knife slipped out from his cane, obviously, that was his tool for his heinous killings. I guess today is Cross’s turn to offer a life.

Nightingale slashed Cross with his bare knife. Cross could not do a thing but to dodge and run. He was powerful and no novice can defeat him.

Second by second, he did not give mercy to the girl; he wounded her over and over again with his cane. Cross’s blood came raining down on us. I saw my character trembling with fear as the gentleman stabbed her. I cannot do anything, if can, I wouldn’t – it was her fight, not mine.

Cross fell on the ground, crawling towards me. I bowed my head in silence as she softly uttered “master”, this repetition made me so annoyed.

“I guess we won…” said Sebastian.

“Your character; I pity her, do you not?” Nightingale asked.

“I don’t. She’s a worthless piece of crap. We lost, she had to suffer, it was her own fault. Standing near to death isn’t enough as her punishment.”

“My, you are a douche.” Sebastian insulted me.

“You have now won, now, scram.” I calmly commanded.

When they were already away, I saw half dead body of Cross Apocalypse. I went near her. “Master” she said. “You bitch! You’ve made me lost!” I shouted furiously and kicked her repeatedly on the head.

“I am sorry master, forgive me.” She asked my forgiveness but I am not able to give to her because of my lethal anger.

“Sorry? Will that do? Will you make me win if you said sorry? No, right? So shut the fucking up! Go to the woods! Mountains! I don’t know! Just come to me after 3 days! Make sure you are strong enough to even stand up or make a single drop of blood fall out of your opponent’s flesh. Do it! Go!” I told her with such tyranny.

Though she can barely stand up, she still ran as if everything was fine. She went far off, who knows? She obeyed my commands, as long as she does what I say, victory is in our hands.