Chapter 15: Wings

7 January 5555

Zen Varum, outskirts of village

[Kalvin Clarke]

The sky started growing darker as the Skythen stood his ground, getting into a battle-ready stance for any further surprises his enemy might have in store for him.

Kalvin picked himself up, brushing away the dust and stone on his body, for the first time in months Kalvin has felt an incredible surge of pain through his entire body.

"Who the fuck are you?" Raoul glared angrily his forminable foe, clenching his glowing fists once more, gathering his power into them. What might his enemy do next?

Kalvin took a hugh, deep breath, with eyes cold and dead like a lizard's, he mustered his remaining energy and took a quick burst to his right, attempting to run around the Skythen to confuse him.

"I SAID WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU ASSHOLE!" Raoul screamt as he fired a barrage light energy beams at the high-speed enemy who is running around him, but all to no avail as the beams miss his foe by a long margin due to the breakneck speed Kalvin was moving at. Raoul was running out of stamina, and fast. "I need my spear, where is it?" thought Raoul to himself.

It was this instant that the Skythen realised his folly. Kalvin had rushed over to Raoul's spear and had impaled it on the back of the Skythen, directing piercing through his heart with pinpoint accuracy. What sounded like multiple tomatoes being squashed was soon followed by the skythen's blood splattering across Kalvin's face.

Thoughts of dying ran though Raoul's mind. "I cannot die here, I cannot die here, it cant end like this!", however, not even being able to muster the strength to talk, the Skythen fell to his side, slowly drawing his last breath before Kalvin went over to pick up Tyki's spear.

"What a pathetic death.." thought Raoul to himself, as his vision started to fade.