Another One

'No!' he found his own answer, grabbing onto the heroine as if he was trying to hug her to death, he stuck his left hand into the gaping wound left by the living statue's spear.

Using his other arm to try and hold her in place, he opened his jaw wide, tearing through his own cheeks as he bared his fangs.

'I'll inject all of my blood inside of her! The transformation into a vampire is difficult enough as it is, the mixed blood and her injuries won't allow her to survive it!' he aimed for her neck, with all of the blood she had already lost, his last ditch effort was certain to bear fruits!

Vismarck went for it without hesitation, grasping her guts and pulling them out with one hand, the other being torn apart as he failed to restrain her for even a few seconds.

One instant was all he would need, he felt confident that in the state he was right now, barely a second would be enough for him to transfer the immense quantity of blood he had absorbed.

Mirroring his actions, Superstes also opened her mouth, none of her teeth were intact, at least those that she had left.

The vampire had a perfect view of just how messed up the fight had gotten her, but he couldn't think much as he tried to understand what was her next course of action.

He failed to realise what was on her mind in due time and was instead presented with the answer directly by her.

Her ruined jaw bit right through his own lower jaw, crushing his flesh and bones like celery.

He couldn't process the fact that he, the vampire, had just been bitten by a human, leaving himself wide open for what came next.

Spitting back what she had just chomped in his eyes, she overpowered him and ripped both his arms off.

Quickly regenerating, he blindly raised his arms defensively.

It was meaningless, his guard was instantly broken, she grabbed him by the neck, her fingers wrapping themselves around his vertebra, she handled him like puppets, slamming him against the wall of a nearby habitation.

He couldn't even try to take control of the blood on his face, not even allowed to witness the severe beating coming his way.

His chest, stomach, face, limbs, everything that could be targeted was relentlessly punched and kicked, torn apart, crushed.

Unable to see, he felt like dozens of people were all whaling in on him, never had he experienced such a total beatdown.

He had never even realised being overpowered in this way would prevent him from using his abilities, as an undead, he didn't feel any pain, he had thus always believed that this wouldn't affect his capabilities.

He was proven wrong.

He focused the hardest he ever had, raising one of his newly regenerated arms, he cut and launched it away before Superstes could mince it.

The rest of his body grew still he regenerated the rest of his body from that severed arm.

A commendable and impressive attempt on his part, but the whole maneuver was clear for all to see, the instant he opened his eyes and stood up, the monster he had come to dread and fear so much was already before him.

He couldn't help but cower, making himself smaller as his legs began shaking.

"Undeads aren't supposed to do that" remarked Superstes, somewhat more understandable this time around.

Indeed, shaking, being afraid, those were things those graced with undeath shouldn't typically experience.

Vismarck didn't consider her words at all and instead manipulated blood to shape wings on his back.

If he couldn't defeat the heroine with his remaining time, then he would at least transmit information on her!

Pushing himself off the ground, he rose into the air, looking at Superstes the entire time.

He seriously expected her to just jump up at him, she once again destroyed his expectations however.

He could only freeze as she reached his level in an instant, two wings of golden radiance stuck to her back.

The brilliance and awfully simple shapes of her wings contrasting with her bloodied self, looking like a tortured angel escaping from hell.

"Thanks for the idea, never considered it" she did a chopping motion at the top of his head, sending him right back toward the ground.

She dove right down, landing with force right onto his legs.

Grabbing him by the face, she forcefully peeled his exploded body off the ground as he was beginning to struggle to regenerate quite as quickly as before.

This action caused him to be separated from his legs as she didn't move from them.

Instinctively, he focused on getting his arms back in shape and held them a cross, reinforcing them with solid blood.

'I am dead' he lethargically realised as he saw her fist coming straight for him.

Just as she got into contact him his arms, the area was suffused with brightness.

"Golden Glow" she said again.

It wasn't as nearly as potent as when she had struck Helsincer with it, though it didn't matter much.

Not only was Vismarck much less resilient than the tortoise, the feeling he experienced once he was hit told him exactly that even a vampire like himself wouldn't be able to come out of it.

Not only was it's raw power on another level by default, it didn't simply target his body, it hit everything.

His soul, mind, spirit, mana, any other energies within himself.

This would be enough to put him in a coffin, but even before dealing this damage, it had destroyed his solid blood, meaning that Golden Glow pretty much ignored any defenses before truly striking.

On top of all of this, he felt himself lose control over his blood and mana, an effect that would probably remain a while if one somehow managed to survive it.

If this wasn't enough, he had the exact same sensation as when the sun touched him, either the golden energy was like the sun, or it replicated the target's weaknesses.

Vismarck died the instantly.

His body was sent rolling away, losing limbs and pieces of himself as his body had been infused with the gold, causing his body to fall apart.

Had Superstes went even harder, he too would have been vaporised like Helsincer.

'...'

Superstes looked around the scene of utter carnage, not a single spot on this street hadn't been tainted at some point.

The onyl reason the entire place was painted in red was because the vampire had absorbed it all.

'I need to go get my clothes' she hadn't forgotten what she had been doing before this whole thing happened.

She had looked ragged before, but now, she was completely red, impossible to tell if the slight bumps on her body were pieces of clothing or bits of her flesh.

Her blonde hair were nowhere to be seen, only her emerald green eyes stood out.

'I'll need water first' she reasoned, feeling like it was shame the vampire hadn't absorbed the blood off of her as well.

Had he not been able to, or was he actually a gentleman? Nobody cared.

"Mmh?" something moved somewhere.