Final Battle

"You're easy to read, kid. Like a book."

Onigi's blade came down like a hammer.

Dorion barely had time to react.

He swung his scythe up, metal clashing against metal with a sharp clang.

His arms trembled as Onigi pressed down, the weight behind the strike forcing him to grit his teeth.

"You're no warrior," Onigi sneered. "You're only a child."

Dorion's grip tightened.

He refused to flinch.

"Old man, are you seriously going to kill a child?" he shot back, voice laced with mockery.

Onigi chuckled, dark and amused.

"Wouldn't be the first."

Dorion gulped.

That wasn't a bluff.

A cold chill ran down his spine, and in a flash of panic, he swung wildly, knocking Onigi back.

The man barely stumbled before flipping into a smooth retreat, landing light on his feet.

Dorion sucked in a breath.

His heart was pounding.

His scythe pointed at Onigi as he barked: