Harsh laughter filled Laskt’s mind as the Vizard watched Durza’s blood spray from his broken nose, the substance staining his black cloak with a crimson hue. His hazel eyes brightened, the shifting colors slowly solidifying to a yellow that signified what was happening to him for anyone that knew Vizards. “You resist so much mon paysan. Yet the second I prod zat secret part of you zat delights in the fight, in ze killing, you lose control. Wouldn’t it better to just accept who you are? To be honest?”
The familiar sensation that had utterly consumed him in Beijing flickered like an ember, threatening to roar into life. Laskt grinned as he pulled back his fist one more time for a devastating right cross, aiming for Durza’s already broken nose where it would hurt the mo-No. Zis will not be allowed.
The Vizard’s grip faltered, his hand slackening on the boy’s wrist as his yellow sclera showed signs of shock, and an intense concentration. Laskt gripped his head in his hands, clearly fighting for control. Unfortunately for him, this left the knight completely open to Durza’s riposte as the man landed a devastating straight punch directly to his sternum. Laskt gagged, clenching his teeth and falling to one knee. “I…I deeply apologize mon ami. You must believe me, I didn’t mea-“
He said desperately, his tone practically bleeding emotion, before what seemed like a bulldozer hit him square in his vulnerable side.
Honey may have meant to simply throw Laskt off balance, but the strange Shinigami clearly didn’t account for the knight’s unprepared state. The Vizard howled (his voice echoing just slightly) as his left shoulder popped cleanly out of its socket, and he was flung like a rag doll across the training field, directly at Ulv Auber. Even more unfortunately for poor Laskt, that was the exact moment when Ulv donned her white mask. The ungodly wave of spiritual pressure that was then released smacked into Laskt like a hammer blow, brutally wrenching him off course and sending him careening into a wall mere meters away from the glowing Cero in the Vizard’s hand.
Groaning, Laskt simply hung there for a few moments, Willpower clashing with the unreal amounts of pain circulating his body. Most Shinigami on his level likely would have been left horrifically injured and unable to continue, but if there was one thing the Knight had been successful at since his resurgence, it was taking a beating. Using his good arm, the Vizard wrenched himself free from the stone wall, toppling to the unforgiving ground in a heap. Thankfully, the overwhelming pain had ripped Chikai no Uragiru’s menacing tendrils from his mind, for now. This was good, as he seemed to have landed in the most dangerous spot in the area.
Laskt froze, sweat dripping down his face as he watched Madame Ulv charge an immensely powerful Cero barely 2 feet away from where he lay, unmoving. Several pleas came to mind, he couldn’t force them past his teeth. “Why is it always me”
He muttered softly, struggling to rise.
The next few seconds were both good, and bad. Laskt sighed in relief as Vice Captain Commander Abalia grabbed Ulv’s arm, seemingly stopping her from unleashing a blast that would likely kill him from sheer proximity, as well as devastate the surrounding area. He lowered his forehead to the cool stone, allowing his body to relax, for just a second. The guilt of what he had tone pressed at his mind, warring with pain, two things that he would have to address in the very near future, but for now he simply prepared to rise.It was the fear of the first combat, shaking in your boots as the world descended into lawless chaos.
It was the fear of the unknown, sinking slowly into the depths as one’s lifeblood bled through clenched fingers.
An overwhelming wave of fear and authority emanated from Abalia, nearly causing the Vizard to vomit from its potency. Laskt clenched his teeth, fighting back as much as he was able, but the sensation still caused his heart to shudder and shake. A low hiss emanated from his lips as he pushed himself up from the ground, getting one shaking leg underneath him before collapsing back down again under the weight of will. He tried again, this time just barely managing to shakily stand and lean himself against the wall he had nearly destroyed. The Vizard knight almost felt he was suffocating under the pressure, drowing in an endless sea of Abalia’s determination. With trembling fingers, he wrenched his dislocated shoulder back into its socket, the pain exploding for a moment, just one, before being reduced to atoms by Abalia’s will. Laskt hung his head, exhausted, burdened with the herculean effort it took to simply stay conscious……