Fleshy monstrous creature

The second fight was about to start, I got back my feeling of the neck and head. Prepared for another fight, smiling widely. Very slowly started going to the light, looking at it. Now… Everything changed, the thing started becoming more human, there was skin on it. But no face, eyes, no special features. Just a human shaped container of flesh with light coming out from one of the hands. Now the image became a lot more disturbing, looking at something without anything that in shape resembled me was disturbing. I didn't want to fall under its influence completely, therefore I focused on something different. The dark world now changed into the dunes, the world of the swords… When the sand manifested, right after. Swords, maces, spears, and many other weapons started falling from the sky, avoiding me and him. In that short span of dark things falling. I started rushing, dashing to the left and right avoiding the weapons falling. Even arrows shot from a bow and followed by the bows themselves.

The rush made the fleshy body quick and decisive. It jumped back pretty far, several meters away. A large scythe in his hands, blinding almost. The weapons are still falling, a yellow stroke appeared in the middle of my horizon. I jumped over it, but a lot of the fallen weapons shattered to pieces. Fell and became another obstacle on my way, standing on them surely may do something… Stepping on the shattered darkness. Then with opened wounds stepping on the sand. If that sand would do anything since that is my imagination, the weapon world. Weird thing to think about but there is no time for it. Why is it keeping it's distance this time? Right from the start it jumped far back, made a slash with a giant slash. Then, he changed the weapon into a bow, a very large bow. And started shooting at me, once again, from up above and from the height of my heart. No more weapons were falling. Just a sandy wasteland.

The weapon fluently changed into a shield, I once again repeated what I did before. I was straight up running at him, blocking the attacks coming straight to my heart. Doing what I have to to win once, at least once. I don't want to lose to something that isn't a real human. Just my imagination. I can't afford to lose, but I also can't win. I'm between the hammer and the anvil, between my imagination and my life. Each death makes me feel even more hollow. Darker, go far beyond. My strengths, my weaknesses. They all manifest into me even more. I closed the gap between us, he didn't jump, he dashed back just a meter or two. It created a two handed sword and went into mid ranged combat. I followed him since I trained it a lot, with Estel at first and now I trained it even with the being itself.

A real duel, me against him. Two handed swords against two handed sword, both in almost the same position, the problem is that the human shell is also larger. As large as Bog or even a little larger, his mid range is my long range. It may be a little harder. But I have to fight, I want to win, I don't want this confidence to fall into depravity. I was the first one to actually more, a swing to the right. The flesh blocked it with its sword but didn't change into something else. Instead, fought with honor and no decievement. It jumped back a little to prepare a strike from the left, countering the one I did before, the one I still have to recover from to either dodge or block it. I blocked it but his blade was slowly going down my sword about to slash my fingers. The guard… The guard was there to save my fingers. A stone down from my heart but another appeared right above because he then made a pirouette and another slash, that slashed which I was able to block then changed into a barrage of attacks. Blocking them, several of the blocks became harder. Each block put more toll on my body, the feeling of my bones shattering just like with the mace.

Heavy swings continued like that for another 40 swings. My hands were already numb, bones painful because I felt them slowly shattering. Not breaking, shattering into small pieces. Just like it happened when I was in the red world created by the imperial messenger. Or… Someone. It would burst into my flesh, my bone marrow would flow through my entire body, all of it would just burn inside of my body. Immeasurable pain would surge like lightning throughout the night sky. It has to be a fair exchange, it has to be me winning. I don't want to lose. It will be the last exchange, even though he was pounding me like a madman several times just before. But even if I would want more than just one exchange. I would still lose, my bones would actually splinter or shatter. I don't want to feel that pain even if it was in just my head. It doesn't matter, that pain could actually break something inside me.

I held my breath, went into my position, this time my waist a little deeper than normal. My enemy did the same. The same position, but I… I knew that it wouldn't work. If I want it to be a one for one at least. But more than just piercing its gut. I have to be in another position, the sword behind me almost like a tail. A swing from down to up to slash his face and hand. I started running at him, with my blade lightly patting the ground while doing so. The fleshy, monster at this point also did the same. Started running straight at me. When I was right next to him, we both started making our swings. I was swinging from left down to right up focusing on the head and shoulder. Try to take both to maybe make it bleed out somehow. He started making a swing from left up to right down, opposite of what I was doing. Take me down as well, I tried to dodge and actually did. To some extent… I lost an arm, my left arm, sacrificed it to make what I had to. I slashed through his shoulder and halved his head. Blood poured from the slash, the pain of losing the hand was nullified because I was in the world of weapons and also because it was my own mind. Therefore I didn't feel that pain. I felt triumph, I felt the victory as a bath I will take after I leave that would cleanse my soul. My hands in the air, one arm, cherishing the moment. My sword on the ground, I can't hold it with one hand. I looked at my enemy, I won with him, finally!

I looked at him, but he was still moving, he was not moved by his head being dismantled at all. The blood pouring down his face stopped, it became completely still. The part of the head that was on the ground, the leftover blood also stopped pouring out and just stood on the ground. The shine in its hand changed into something weird. I can't even describe it, first the color wasn't yellow nor white, just straight up dark red. A giant sickle appeared in its hand. Four red lights flashed before my eyes so quick it was impossible to follow or almost impossible to notice. I felt cold, my body felt very cold when I closed my eyes and opened them again. I was on the ground, saw my body parts dismantled from my torso, and even my head not being connected to the torso as well. Both legs are cut in half at the joints. I didn't feel pain, I felt empty inside, everything disconnected. I still felt my head, torso existing, and being on the ground. Blood pouring generously out like a bottle of wine into a glass, but there is no glass, just ground.

Then the sand disappeared, the being reset into its previous look. And I also went back into where I stood before the fight, right at the very beginning. Now it feels overwhelming… Coming back to my death just now, there was nothing I could do. I died so quickly I didn't even notice until I had already fallen apart. How can I reach the same level? Or at the very least, try to do so. It was so quick… It was able to slash me in four different places, it seemed as if it was in the same second. It's incredible how strong something can be… Estel isn't even comparable to it. Not at all, nothing even close to it. I was able to see all Estel's movements even his quickest when he was using the weapon world. That thing, outdid Estel 50 folds at least. He would be able to flash in an instant more than a kilometer. That is the very least, just a flash, a second. A kilometer. What is that… How… Fair? Is that how powerful… God is? At least quick as that?