Marvos Dante

Skimp paused for a while before saying "Alright, round two it is." and he rose his hand [Arms of the forgotten]. Another arm joined the first, both clenched into a fist.

"Let's fucking go" he said.

Vitalis rushed forward ready to end the fight swiftly. He sent a slash towards Skimp only for the skeletal arms to block it but to Skimp's shock, the sword broke the arms apart.

'shit' he thought as he jumped back giving himself some distance. In an incredible show of speed, Vitalis moved, appearing in front of the still airborne Skimp. He trusted one of his swords and Skimp twisted out of its way only to meet a downward slash from the other blade. In a desperate attempt to protect himself, Skimp used his hand to redirect the blade causing it to cut of a part of his palm.

Skimp flinched in pain but his adrenaline allowed him to push through the pain. As soon as he landed, skimp slammed his uninjured hand unto the ground, summoning an arm. The arm grabbed the heel of Vitalis pulling him to the ground and stunning him for a moment. Skimp rushed forward but just as he was about to reach Vitalis, his calf wound throbbed, throwing him to the ground. He he tied to push himself up only for a foot to step on his injured palm and another on his back pushing him down.

"You know, I am shocked. I don't know how you summoned those things but I at least expected you to do better but I guess a disappointing prey is still prey." The sadistic warrior said as he raised his blade.

"You talk too much" Skimp said as he slammed his free fist unto the ground. A skeleton arm shot up fro the ground between Vitalis legs and hit him right in the balls. At that moment all Vitalis could feel was unimaginable pain. He stumbled back as he tried to regain his bearing. Skimp capitalized on this moment as he pushed himself up, grabbing a handful of sand and ran forward. Vitalis regained his bearing but it was to late, Skimp was already in front of him.

He moved his arm, ready to cut down Skimp despite his shock. Skimp realizing what Vitalis was about to do threw the sand into his eyes and sent a sweeping kick and a blow, pushing Vitalis to the floor and summoned an arm to hold him down and without a wasted moment took one of Vitalis' blades and stabbed him through the throat without a second thought. Skimp watched as the light bled out of Vitalis' eyes till there was nothing there.

He stumbled up and rose his head toward Operandi's booth. Then he smirked a crazy look appearing in his eyes as he rose his middle finger giving Operandi the universal sign of peace. Before he could move, his adrenaline wore off allowing the weight of all his injuries as well as his exhaustion catch up to him. All he felt was the world turning be fore he lost consciousness.

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Skimp open his eyes and at this moment all he felt was all kinds of pain. Stabbing pain, pricking pain dull pain and even ass pain. "Fuck" he cussed as he tried to push himself of what seemed to be a straw bed.

"Stop" a voice commanded with weight. Skimp turned only to see Operandi, still wearing his silk robes. Another man stood behind him but with his head bowed. Skimp looked at Operandi with a raised brow as if to say 'What the fuck do you want'

"Your fight was impressive" he said as he gestured for the other man to leave them. The man nodded and wordlessly left. "I knew you were special but to see you use sorcery now that was a surprise." Operandi Said. Skimp stayed quiet as he looked at Operandi.

Operandi realizing that Skimp did not intend to contribute to the conversation let out a small chuckle. "Sorcery is very rare, even among we warlords very few are known to have it and those of us that do, we stand at the peak of them all. We are the apex predators. My sorcery is construction and destruction. I can create anything living or non living, these constructs are immortal as long as I want them to be and are a hundred times stronger than the natural counterparts and I can destroy anything I understand. I became a warlord using the power of my sorcery and after so many years I find you. A little slave, a little gift from the overlord himself to little old me…" Operandi paused for a moment, gauging Skimp's reaction seeing no signs of expression on his face, the warlord frowned and continued "… I'm sure you're wondering why I'm telling you this well that's simple, I want you to join me." And Operandi finally got a reaction.

Skimp looked at him with a look of shock, then…disgust…and finally settled on contempt. Operandi ignored his reaction and continued. "I want you to join me not as a slave or a foot soldier but as a general, together we can do anything, conquer anything. Just accept my offer." extending his hand. If this was a smarter calculated person, he would have accepted the offer biding his time before striking but, Skimp wasn't a calculating person. No, he was an eleven year old boy who was ripped away from his family and forced to work in a mine an thrown to fight to his death in the pit and all of it was done by the man in front of him. No Skimp wasn't a calculating boy, he was a spiteful angry brat.

So, when he opened his mouth the only thing that came out was " Take your offer and shove it up your ass. I'd rather take my chances in the pit than work under you. Fucking idiot."

Operandi froze for a moment before withdrawing his hand. "Well then that could have gone better, not that I wasn't expecting it. Anyway…" he said as he got up "… the doctor said the calf wound would scar badly, the scar tissue would affect your fighting. I suggest you work on that because from the moment you leave that bed till your death you will fight everyday until I say stop. So, rest well now you need it." then he left.

After he left Skimp laid down for a moment, a contemplating look appeared on his face. He was silent for a few minutes before a trail of sand burst out from his chest, forming his grimoire.

He sighed as he opened the grimoire trying to find anything new. He saw was a new entry.

You killed a person, your body is too weak to absorb the soul. It has been kept in the grimoire for safe keeping. When fully healed the soul will be given to you. You can choose to absorb or allow it into the underworld for judging. When absorbed the soul strengthens you and your bond to your sorcery, allowing you to access more spells.

Marvos looked at the entry reading it over and over before a smirk adorned his face. 'Haahhh…..Operandi one day I'll make you pay but for now, I thank you because after all not everyday does one get an all you can eat buffet. One day I'll be free an on that day I swear on it I will kill you. I swear on my name..not skimp, no..no I swear on my name Marvos Dante.' Skimp swore to himself.

His smirk widened as he saw the previously blank space where his name was supposed to be was now filled with a name.

Name: MARVOS DANTE

To be continued…