Vows of revenge 3

Belial continued climbing the stairs, his footsteps echoing in the vast silence of the towering building. When he reached the next floor, he was surprised to see a tall, lanky man with a ponytail blocking his path. 

The man stared at Belial with a cold, calculating expression before speaking. 

"Ah, so you're the intruder," the man said with polite contempt. 

Belial narrowed his eyes in annoyance. The man continued, "I apologize for the rudeness of the others, but I will politely ask you to leave." 

"I don't have time to deal with you," Belial replied dismissively, gripping the hilt of his sword tightly. 

The man shook his head, laughing. 

"Do you really think you can enter our domain without repercussions?" 

Belial clenched his jaw, drew his sword and took a step forward. "I've come to see the Kingpin." 

The man's expression hardened. "You cannot get past me," he said firmly. "I'll make sure of that." 

Belial sighed, feeling his patience was running out. "Listen, I don't want to fight you," he said. "Step out of the way and let me pass." 

The man shook his head. "I can't do that," he said, narrowing his eyes. "I have orders to stop anyone who gets close to the boss." 

Belial gripped his sword tighter. "Then I see no other choice," he said coldly. 

The man shrugged, a smile playing on his lips. "I hope so," he said, and hurried on, his sword flashing in the dim light of the staircase. 

Belial was ready for him, and met his attack with a powerful, sparking blow. The two swords clashed, their blades clanging in the silence.

The man's expression hardened, and he stepped forward, pointing a finger at Belial. A bluish blast of energy shot out from his fingertips and hurtled towards Belial. He raised his sword and deflected the blast with a loud clang.

Belial gets in a stance as he prepared to engage in another fight. He lunged forward with his sword, but to his surprise, he found that he couldn't touch the man. The man was quick and agile, evading his attacks with ease.

"What is this?" Belial thought to himself. "He's fast!"

The man seemed to be toying with Belial, dodging his attacks with ease. Belial tried to catch him off guard, but the man was always one step ahead of him. 

Belial was beginning to get annoyed. He had fought formidable opponents before, but never anyone like this - god, he was too skinny! He had to find a way to turn the tide in his favor. 

He watched the man's movements, trying to discern a pattern. He saw his chance and swung the man's head at him, but it was too late. The man ducked and kicked Belial's legs out from under him. Belial hit the ground hard and groaned in pain. 

The man stepped forward, his face contorted. "You're no match for me," he said. Belial gritted his teeth and willed himself to recover. He wouldn't give up without a fight. He raised his sword and charged at the man, determined to find a way to defeat him. 

The man seemed surprised by Belial's sudden burst of energy. He dodged Belial's first attack, but was surprised by the second. Belial's sword grazed his arm, drawing blood. 

"You're a skilled fighter, I'll give you that," the man said in an amused voice. 

"But it's too late," he laughed. 

Belial gritted his teeth and felt anger rise in his heart. "We'll see what happens," he replied, and leapt at the man again. Their swords clashed with a metallic clang as they exchanged blows. Belial felt sweat running down his face as he strained to keep up with the man's lightning-fast movements. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't land a single punch. 

Belial dodged a series of blows and jumped back, taking a moment to catch his breath. The man wasted no time as he charged forward, delivering a swift thrust that Belial was able to block. Belial knew he couldn't keep up with the man's speed forever. He had to find a weak spot, a gap. He took a deep breath and charged forward, his sword flashing in the light. 

The man was ready to receive him. He dodged Belial's attack and swung his sword with speed that took Belial's breath away. Belial tried to block the blow, but the force of the impact sent him stumbling back. 

Belial landed on one knee, his sword arm trembling from the impact. 

"How can someone so skinny be so strong?" he wondered. 

He glared at the man and stood up, ready to fight again. 

The man saw his chance and charged forward, pointing his sword at Belial's chest. Belial dodged the attack and swung his sword down, but the man was too fast. He dodged the blow and kicked Belial in the stomach, taking the breath away. 

Belial stumbled back, trying to catch his breath. As he struggled to stand, he saw stars dancing before his eyes. 

The man stepped forward with a cruel smile on his face. "You're not as good as you think you are," he said. Belial ignored the taunt and focused his attention on the man's movements. Seeing his opportunity, he charged forward and aimed his sword at the man's head. Caught by surprise, the man stumbled back, narrowly escaping death. 

Belial took advantage of the opportunity to swing his sword again, this time aimed at the man's leg. The man blocked the attack, but Belial kicked him, sending the man tumbling backwards. The man seemed to be toying with him, dodging and parrying Belial's blows with ease. 

Impressive," the man said with a smile on his face. 

"But I think it's time to end this little game." 

Belial realized he was in serious trouble. He couldn't match his opponent's speed and agility. He knew he had to come up with a new strategy quickly. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself. He knew he couldn't afford any more mistakes. 

Sensing Belial's desperation, the man grinned and charged forward with renewed vigor. Belial braced himself, determined to meet the attack head-on. 

Again and again, their swords clashed, the sound echoing throughout the room. Belial's arms began to ache with the strain, but he refused to give up. Suddenly, the man spun, his sword flashing in the light, and struck Belial in the shoulder. Belial groaned in pain, but blocked the next blow with his own sword. 

Belial felt his strength fading, but he did not give up. He knew he had to end this quickly or he would be defeated.

He launched a fierce attack, flashing his sword through the air, but the man was too quick and easily dodged. Belial was out of options now, but he wouldn't give up. 

Belial tried every trick he knew, but the man seemed one step ahead of him with every move. Belial felt his muscles protesting, his energy draining with every move. His opponent was skilled, he had speed, and he showed no signs of giving up. Belial knew he had to end this quickly or he would be overwhelmed. He stayed focused, but eventually the man made a mistake and stumbled, giving Belial an opening. 

Belial saw his chance and jumped over him, his sword aimed at the man's heart, but the man deflected the sword at the last moment and tried to decapitate Belial. Belial dodged it at the last moment, but the man's blade left a small wound on his neck. 

Belial stepped back and touched his neck to check for any injuries. When his fingers touched the small bruise, he felt a sharp pain. He knew it was a dangerous wound, but he suddenly felt dizzy. 

"You missed!", 

Belial said, his voice trembling as he struggled to stand. 

"Look again," the man replied in a mocking voice. 

Belial looked down at his side and saw a small wound. He felt his vision blur as the world spun around him. He tried to take a step back, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. 

As he fell, he felt a sharp pain in his back and realized he had been stabbed. He felt the warmth of his own blood spread through his clothes and realized he was in serious trouble. 

He tried to move, to stand, to fight, but his body wouldn't respond. His vision blurred, and he felt himself fading. 

The man looked down at Belial's body with a sneer. "Now that this is done, it's time to clean up," he said before taking his badge and leaving. 

Belial lay on the floor, gasping for air. He felt like he was going to die, and a wave of regret washed over him. He wished he had been stronger, faster, better prepared. 

Then he lost consciousness. 

As Belial lay on the ground, the man approached him with his sword raised, ready to strike a final blow. Belial's eyes were closed, his breathing was shallow, but he was not yet dead. The man swung his sword down with ferocious force, but at the last moment, his blade was deflected by the dark, shimmering dome that surrounded Belial's limp body. The man stepped back in confusion, looking at the dome with a look of mixed surprise and horror. He had never seen anything like it and didn't know what to think of it. 

"Well, that's a problem," the man said, frowning and looking at Belial's motionless body. He had been sent to kill Belial and had thought it would be an easy job. But now, he wasn't so sure anymore. Belial's eyes slowly opened and he tried to get up with a groan. His head was throbbing with pain and his vision was still blurry. He observed his surroundings and realized he was in a dark, deep forest, disoriented and confused. 

"Where am I...?" 

He muttered to himself, trying to piece together the events that had led to his current situation. He remembered the attack and the pain, but nothing more. How did he survive? 

He stumbled through the dense forest, trying to grasp his surroundings. His vision became blurred and he lost his sense of direction, as if he had been hit over the head. He tried to remember how he got there, but his memory was blank. 

He had taken a few steps forward when he heard a rustling in the brush. Belial quickly turned around and reached for his sword. He had a bad feeling about it. Suddenly, a group of masked figures appeared from the shadows, armed with sharp blades and ready to attack. 

Belial's heart pounded as he saw the masked figures jumping from the tree with their weapons in hand. Without a second thought, he charged towards her, sword in hand. The masked figures were fast and agile, but Belial was a skilled fighter and managed to dodge their attacks while retaliating with his own blade. The sound of metal clashing metal echoed through the forest as Belial fought for his life. 

"This isn't good..." Belial thought as he fought the masked figures. 

"They keep coming!" 

He swung his sword, keeping the creatures at bay. They were relentless, and Belial retreated step by step. "Stay focused," he told himself. 

"You've been in difficult situations before. This should be easy... right?" 

As the battle continued, Belial found himself surrounded by masked figures. He tried to find a way out but found himself leaning against a tree, preparing for the worst. 

The masked creatures continued coming towards him, surrounding him until he was engulfed in the mass and unable to see the light of his enemies. Belial did his best to keep the creatures at bay, but he was outnumbered and outgunned. 

"I must find a way out!..But how?"