His True Face

"There is no fury behind my attacks, I just need you to lay down and die for me," answered Mavislin as she smiled and released her hold of her blade, only to flip upside-down.

With a single hand resting on his armored left shoulder, Mavislin deftly propelled herself forward. She leaped onto a branch of the tree behind the enemy, smoothly wrenching his helmet off as she went.

Upon looking back, Mavislin gasped as she saw the face of the Prince of Darkness.

This is bad… This is really bad, thought Mavislin as she gripped onto the helmet. Poor girl hadn't realized that not only the Viceroy was more human as compared to both her and Matt but he looked drop-dead gorgeous.

His pale complexion was accompanied by medium-length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes, making the whole package all the more befitting of a prince.

On the other hand, Mattheos wasted no time with the open chance, stabbing his sword into the ground and channeling his mana into his attack.

"First Sin: Miasma Flames of Belphegor!" called out Matt as trails of black flames rushed from his blade and tumbled toward the Viceroy, ensnaring his legs.

"Slowing me down isn't going to help your case, little rabbit," said the Viceroy as he merely sliced the flames with ease.

"But it sure messes with your reaction! Mav!" shouted Matt as he placed his blade diagonally on his back.

"Let's pounce!" exclaimed Mavislin as she joyfully leaped from the branches and landed on Matt's blade.

The rabbit launched the dragon into the air with a strong push, allowing her to dive down towards her opponent. Twirling the scythe around her body, the blade started to gather bits of black and purple energy with streams of it dancing around her form.

"Whorl of Anguish!" shouted Mavislin as she attempted to stab the enemy before her with the tip of her scythe.

The Viceroy merely smirked as he stepped backward, allowing the weapon against him to fall onto the floor. A bright beautiful emblem of purple and black blossomed on the ground, with several orbs of the same color flying into the air and vanishing.

"Futile," commented the man as he prepared to strike the girl instead.

A confident smile graced Mavislin's lips as she continued her assault. With a fluid motion, she drove the tip of her scythe into the ground and propelled herself forward, flipping through the air.

Her enemy's scythe missed its mark, leaving the Viceroy vulnerable to a powerful kick from Mavislin's back leg. The blow struck his shoulder with precision and pain, but the Viceroy quickly reacted.

He seized her leg with a brutal grip and hurled her towards the encroaching forest. The force of the throw was unnervingly inhuman, yet it did little to deter Mavislin as she was flung into the shadowy depths of the woods.

Just as the Viceroy prepared to pursue, a sudden flash of flame cut through the darkness. A certain bunny, brandishing a blazing sword, intercepted him with fierce determination.