Chapter 225: Blood Magic
It was a tug of war, the struggle of who would go down first, who would be the first to let the other blood spill, and who would give up. My nostrils filled with the smell of blood, my body welcoming the pain like fireworks to the point I felt nothing, only my blood lust empowering me, the pain was nothing now and I only focused on the fuel my rage gave me and I let it flow.
I growled as I tried my hardest to hang the tail on mid-air, aiming fiercely at me to bite my head off, but I was resilient and like the first time the spell slipped into my head, I need not chant for it was already manifesting and I allowed more power to exert and I let it set loose.
My growl turned to a cry of both pain and anger as I parted my stretched-out hand leisurely like I was trying to open a heavy door. Ripping sounds echoed in the hall as well as my loud cry. The tail before me shook vigorously and then I heard it, the bones snapping but not mine but of the monster, I was trying to split into two. I focused... my breath out of place, focusing on what lay within... what I was trying to bring to the surface. My lungs were out of air and I knew my insides were turning to mush but I ignored it because my very determination was to rip this beast from the inside out.
I wailed as with a final parting of my hand the Manticore opposing me ripped into two like a large razor slit right through it, the force of my final spell caused the window glasses to scatter as my scream prolonged until what was left of me was my raspy breath, but it wasn’t enough, the pain wasn’t there but the lust for blood that overwhelmed me, so I turned in spite of my breaking body to face Jean.
Jean’s blue orbs shook in horror the moment my gleaming green eyes darted to her, I didn’t need to look at the mirror to tell how much murderous look I gave, or my intent to kill that hung in the air making it tight and foggy.
"W-What a-are you?" she stammered as she backed away.
My eyes trained to the other Manticore I plunged to the wall leaping in front of Jean and roaring on the ready to attack me.
A slim breath escaped me as the spell once again imprinted in my brain and came to the surface. The blood from my nose and lips evaporated into droplets and stationed in front of me, gathering like I was collecting them. It came easy, it came familiar and I knew what to do, I let it take over... I let it form and before my eyes a symbol I didn’t pay attention to form with my gathered blood, and what I did next released the final spell and also set me free.
I screamed.
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OWEN