Chapter Five
Battle With Death
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"Tyron," came Willow's voice from next to him. He felt the hilt of a sword being pressed into his hand and gasped. Willow was giving him Smyte!
But nonetheless, his fingers closed on the grip and he nodded. "I have to do this alone," he said, loudly enough for his friends to hear. He glanced at Willow.
"Good luck," she whispered, and stepped back. If he wanted to fight The Void alone, she knew she was in no place to stop him.
Tyron faced The Void, his jaw set in a determined line.
"Fool!" hissed The Void, its voice like crushed glass. "I will destroy you!"
Tyron dodged its first strike, but he couldn't avoid the tendril that shot out of it and ensnared his leg. It began to reel him in.
He desperately chopped at the long rope of darkness that wrapped around his ankle like a snake, and was surprised to see that it cut it off, rather than passing right through it, as insubstantial as it looked.
The Void seemed surprised, too, as it reeled back and hissed in pain. "What is this?! Nothing can harm me!" It launched itself at Tyron again.
He blocked the sword-stroke with Smyte and countered, cleanly slicing off what appeared to be the thing's left hand. "Wrong," he said.
The thing howled at the loss of its shadowy hand, and thrust its dark sword forward, the tip biting into Tyron's newly healed arm.
"Arrrgghh!" he screamed between gritted teeth, as pain lanced through his arm. He swore under his breath as he dragged himself to his feet.
His arm was in more pain than seemed possible. He tried to ignore it as he concentrated on his shadowy nemesis.
But The Void did not lunge forward to strike. It stood there, completely still, only a few yards away from Tyron.
Almost too late, he realized what it was doing. He swore and lunged out of the way as a tendril whipped straight toward his head. Another tendril came straight toward him, but he hacked it apart with Smyte.
But he could'nt hold off the attack for long.
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