Chapter 98: Sigil of Eligos

Blood dribbled out from his newly made wound, somehow spilling on both sides. A Clean cut across Zazel's neck, with the man's hand coated in such a viscous, red fluid. "The first....has fallen. You will be at peace soon." The Reaper would announce, attempting to disappear himself within the self-made vortex, the sands partly masking his appearance once more. He'd stare towards the deceased body, as well as the petrified face of Stolas, assuming that he was struck with such fear, such despair, he couldn't move well. What he didn't expect, however, was that no such face was made. He was still calm. Still collected. He was confused, attempting to hide himself within the vortex and try to strike at him by his side once more.

BANG!!

A Crater. A Bullet. A shot made right at his shoulder, being the same size as his previous wound. He'd try to look on to see what gave him such a shot, and more importantly, what gave him such motivation. He'd see a marking made all over the boy's body, the clothes having tears alongside with the wound, showing glowing lines encased on his skin. His neck most importantly, holding the wound firmly in place, even stitching some parts up as if the cut was not occurred at all. The Sand Reaper would notice the hand that reached out, noticing its direction. It wasn't aiming for Stolas at all, rather at the direction of the very demon he let out. 

Eligos.

Meaning while he was transfixed upon the "corpse" he assumed was dead, Stolas took it as an opportunity to shoot a clean shot, hitting the distracted Leader with no hesitation. Such bravado, such guts, such drive. It was almost immaculate. Palpable. The boy merely clutched his wound and gave a smirk, struggling to get up, consciously keeping his breath in check to ensure nothing vital was severed. "You....." He'd began, his voice somewhat rough after the clean swipe, coughing out some blood from his somewhat clogged throat. ".....Said it yourself. Do not...waver. Do not falter... Do not regret....Do not feel Somber...." He'd cough once more, hacking up some excess blood so he can breathe properly. "This.....is our path. We forged it...with our own hands. You.....followed that path. You....will not forget it..." The boy's face was determined. His eyes speak strongly at the current moment, a smirk to showcase his will was just as strong. It was something Meso couldn't help but respect. To think a mere child is capable of risking like that in such a way, it was practically impossible.

"To think you have matured yourself...no.....This is merely your beginning. It is still impressive your resolve is this bright, at such a young age...I can't help but feel responsible for making you two gain such motivation. Dare I say...I'm even proud of you..." The man would state calmly, sharing a similar smirk to the two, before quickly having his focus at the fight at hand, with the Dragon taking its chance at striking at the boy, aiming to bite and consume the Demons, hoping to rip them apart. Zazel, however, was prepared, and thrusted himself right into the jaws, having Eligos spread itself. He'd also cast another sigil, Asmodeus, to cauterize the wound made, now that its procedure in stitching his vitals on his neck were complete, letting the Lines be free and swarm the mouth of the Dragon, infecting it with its own sin, hiding itself amidst the dragon's jaws the second the child grazed it with his very body, letting the mouth open wider so as to prevent the child from being damaged further, leaving Stolas to take advantage and strike at Meso while he was transfixed once more, Sagittarius made upon his hand and firing another cluster of shots, his one good eye acting as the scope. The Man was forced to back away, causing the two to cease the tornado's movements, due to the lack of participation from the dance made by the both of them.

BANG!!

Out came another shot, his arms raised up to block the shot, but more specifically, such a gesture would have the dragon's body rise up, increasing in its size the longer it remained in Salvandi. With the sands coated in such a tightly woven fashion, similar to fabric, it would tank the shot and have that part of the body explode into mere grains, letting it absorb the sand under his feet once more, taking shape once again. The man was keen in his observation, mainly in the factor that it seems Eligos has a limit when it comes to possession. It only takes in as much as the lines can fit, meaning that while the entire mouth is sealed off, unable to properly fight against them, the rest of its body is still targetable. Moreover, his peripheral vision was able to notice the Cowboy closing in, along with Stolas charging for his own assault. They were planning to jump in at his moment of weakness. Despite this knowledge, he'd still continue onwards, having the dragon attempt to break off its neck by slamming the body around, letting it flail uncontrollably, letting the arms extend and try to cut it off with their very claws. Zazel hung on for dear life as the beast went mad, trying to have Eligos move out further to encompass the entire head. He knows fully well of Meso's intentions, as well as knowing he can't control the dragon forever. He'd allow the beast to slaughter itself so as to regrow its head, using the pre-existing skull to act as his defense.

The two were still close by, and Meso is finally weakened. There is still a chance they can take him down.

The body rammed itself towards the Sand Reaper's direction, the intent of consuming him whole with the sands, burying him deep before they even get the chance to react. The Father and Son remained vigilant, while the Reaper remained on his guard. He once again smiled, being reminded of how much he enjoyed this, being cornered without any other option than to fight. 

A Duel where one's life is at the line.