Chapter 43: Backup
Zilk shot towards Aster in a seething rage, driving his spear towards him with a fierce thrust as he closed in. Aster swiftly deflected the spear off to the right with his black blade, before whipping his white blade across at Zilk's chest.
Zilk quickly sprang back, grimacing as the blade sliced through his skin and left a shallow, horizontal cut across his chest, before he leapt off to his right as Tacitus sprang up behind him and swung his sword down, a loud crash ringing out as the large weapon slammed onto the ground, deep cracks spreading out from the point of impact as puffs of dust burst out.
His eyes then widened in alarm as Aster shot towards him and closed in, Zilk quickly raised his spear up defensively, before crying out in pain as Aster swiftly got low and inflicted a deep gash across Zilk's left hip, blood pouring out before he quickly turned across as Tacitus leapt towards him with his sword raised.
Zilk sprang back and lifted his spear up, Tacitus's blade slamming onto the middle of the handle and snapping it in two, before he slammed his foot onto the middle of Zilk's stomach, knocking the wind out of him as he let out a wheezing gasp of pain, before he got sent flying back, skidding along the ground painfully before coming to a screeching halt.
He shakily scrambled back onto his feet and stumbled back slightly, before taking aim and flinging the lower half of his broken spear at Tacitus like a javelin. Tactius swiftly swung his sword across, deflecting it away before swinging the flat of his blade at a rock by his feet, launching it towards Zilk rapidly.
Zilk managed to deflect the rock with a swing of his broken spear, before he quickly tilted his head across as Aster appeared to his left and slashed at his head with his white blade, yelling out in agony as the tip of the blade sliced through his left eye and blinded it.
Zilk gritted his teeth as blood poured out of his eyes and ran down the left side of his face, before letting out a gutteral roar as he drove his spear towards Aster's stomach with all the strength he could muster, despair gripping him as Aster knocked the broken weapon out of his hand with a swift flick of his black blade, before he leapt up and slammed his foot onto the middle of Zilk's face, breaking his nose and knocking him flat on his back before swiftly plunging both his blades into the middle of the Knight Captain's chest, eliciting a sharp yell of pain.
"N-no, not like this...," Zilk uttered weakly as blood poured out of his mouth and nostrils, before his body stiffened up sharply and shuddered in agony as Aster violently twisted his blades inside Zilk's chest.
"What a joke you turned out to be...if it weren't for your father's influence, I doubt you would've gotten promoted past First-Class. I mean, you're just so weak, especially for a Captain...I didn't even have to use my trump card this time. Heck, I didn't use any Magic at all.