Dark Magus Returns-Chapter 1233: The Dying Curse
Impress had pulled the sword from Beatrix's shoulder, and the moment she did she was ready to strike again, not caring for her own body. She swung, with Beatrix's back up against the wall there was nowhere for her to go and Impress knew that this would be the final strike.
Her sword swung diagonally right through Beatrix's body and touched the ground. It was the end, or at least she thought that it would be. Something felt wrong. When swinging her sword it had gone through Beatrix's body far too easily, and she wondered, where even was she, because Beatrix was no longer held up against the wall.
Before she knew it, a large slash was felt right on Impress's back. "Ahh!" Impress shouted and turned around swinging her sword, but Beatrix had already moved quite the distance away.
Impress still felt the pain of the strikes, but while fighting she was almost too focused to even think about the pain, as she had pushed forward. In that brief moment where she thought she had won the fight, she had let up and felt the full force of the strike.
"How did you do that, how did you escape I was watching you the whole time!" Impress screamed. Her eyes made it look like she was that of a wild beast. She didn't let go, and swung her sword knocking Beatrix's to the side.
And then, thrusted her sword forward without the care for her life aiming to attack Beatrix straight ahead. She carefully watched the tip of her sword, and she watched it as it went right through Beatrix, as if her body wasn't even there.
The charging of Impress made it so her whole body continued to head forward, and that's when she felt her whole body phasing right through Beatrix like that of a ghost. Impress tried to quickly turn around, when she felt a sword slice right through her neck.
Her head would have cleanly fallen off to the ground, but it stayed intact healing right in place. This attack was a little too fearful for her to keep striking again, and now Impress had jumped back, holding onto her neck.
"I'm still alive, I'm still alive. I can still fight." Impress claimed as she tried to settle her heart.
"Did you think you were the only one that could do something a little special?" Beatrix claimed as she held her blue sword.
"It's that damned sword, made by the Dark Magus right?" Beatrix said. "You're proud of using weapons like that?"
Beatrix just shook her head, she wanted to make the argument of what Impress was using. Did she really see no difference, nearly every word that came out of Impress's mouth was hypocritical.
It was okay for her to use such things but not others.
'Still, I have a problem, even with all of these attacks I have no way to beat her. I slice off her head, stab her in the heart nothing is working, and it's all because of that sword.' Beatrix thought.
During the fight she had even sliced off the hand that had contained the sword, but the hand didn't fall, so the sword was still being held. The power held on. The only way perhaps was either to destroy the sword some way, or dislodge it from her hand.
It just didn't make any sense how she was able to best Impress. Cutting her fingers would yield the same result. The hand was practically glued to the rest of the body.
Impress' shock of being cut at the neck started to fade, and with it, she had decided to start striking again. Both of them clashed swords, until a strike was made toward Beatrix's arm, she faded once again and struck three times on Impress's body but there were no results just like the time before.
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"You sneaky bitch!" Impress shouted.
As the fight went on though, Beatrix could feel something changing in her and she knew the reason why, it was all because of the weapon she was using.
The weapon created by the Dark Magus allowed her body to phase through at any time she wished. She could even just phase parts of her body or the sword. Maybe the ability didn't sound so strong to others.
But in a physical fight where swordsmanship were decided by just moments that occurred in the battle. It was one of the strongest abilities to have. In the hands of a master like Beatrix she knew the right time to phase and use the opportunity to her advantage.
Perhaps, if she was going up against anyone but Impress the fight would have been over by now, but she had to fight Impress, it was the only person she needed to go against, to get payback for everything that she had done.
Just then, Impress attacked several times and each time, Beatrix phased through all of the attacks. She then quickly distanced herself as she thought of a plan.
'I can't keep going on like this, I can't!' Beatrix thought. 'Unlike the weapons that are used from Alter, this weapon is cursed and If I keep using it, I won't be able to fight anymore.'
The dreaded thing about the item that Beatrix was using, was the Curse. Each time she phased it would age her body. The phasing would build up and she would age further and further.
The good thing about the curse was the effects were temporary so her body would eventually return back to normal, but that was after some time had passed. The build up was quite quick as she used the powers.
Even just using it now she could feel her body was already changing, and if she continued to use until her age had reached its limit, it would even result in her own death.
'I have to find a way, to beat her.'
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