[George's POV]
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So, where did it all start? I think it was the day when my best friends came to my home, as we decided to chill out a little. It was something we did every now and then. Kind of like a usual thing, to be honest. Though everything changed when a zombie barged in from the unclosed door and reached directly behind Mark, one of my best friends, and killed him on the spot.
Obviously it was really shocking, but somehow, even with all that rush of adrenaline, I was able to save myself from there. However, that was just the beginning of what was to come next. My family, my friends, neighbors, everyone died. Fun fact, it all happened in front of me.
Anyway, I decided to keep my calm and moved forward meeting another two of my friends, and we moved up, this and that happened, and in the end… we met Michael Aroa.
Heard about him previously, one of the geniuses of the area, someone who was always fixated on studies, a nerd to be honest. But even then, he was my idol. Someone I looked up to.
Yeah, even before I met him in the chaos of the apocalypse, I always looked up to Sir Michael. And even more after the apocalypse. He was strong… in a strange way, to be honest.
Sometimes, or perhaps most of the time, it felt like I could kill him with a flick of my finger, but when the time comes and a real fight ensues… it sends chills down my spine on how he does what he does.
What's even more flabbergasting is that this feeling didn't change one bit even after 6 months when he returned. I was happy, of course, but I expected to feel the growth in him, and not finding any made me both scared and excited.
And it was worth it. He was still the same monster as we all knew. And the fact that he was my ally, there is nothing I could be more glad about. Speaking of monsters, he does have a thing for collecting a few monsters around him. Whether it's Miya, Irene or even Walter, everyone around him is someone that the entire world would kill to have.
Not that I am any different, honestly. Though, one more thing about monsters is that…
'I have seen many enemies in my travels in the past few months.'
-Clank
My blood sword clashed with her pole arm before she pushed me back with a slight smirk on her face.
'Perhaps too many, in fact. Enough to let me create a whole encyclopedia out of the types of monsters or zombies or whatever.'
-Slash!
-Slash!
-Slash!
A three slashed attack by Reeve, who was using his gravity to increase his already superhuman speed. Even then, that girl, that tiny little girl, easily dodged it before taking out a small pistol
-Bang!
And shot at Reeve, who could barely dodge it on his own. I used my blood threads to bind him and pull him out of the trajectory of the pistol. But still, he was grazed a little near the shoulders by that shot.
'But this little girl is on a whole nother level. Every time we try to get closer to her, she pulls up another trick of hers and counters our attacks with the least bit of effort.'
I saw her changing her target from Reeve to me.
'Tch!
This tricky bastard! She wants me to jump back and fall into her trap,' I thought as I felt another small puddle of energy behind me. I was pretty much sure that it was a trap there.
-Dash!
-Boom!
-Slash!
The one who dashed was Reeve. He reached in front of me before she could fire, and after she did fire, he slashed that attack effectively, saving me a bit of my energy and stamina.
"Thanks," I spoke, and he just chuckled with a tense smile on his face as he answered,
"You can say that after we get this monster." I nodded at him before preparing a bit on my own. My eyes were searching for a way to get her, but…
"Just getting close to her won't be enough," spoke Reeve as he looked at that girl. He continued,"Her expertise in weapon mastery is beyond you can handle. I could barely scratch her, forget about going to take her in one on one. We both will need to maximize our attacks and coordination if we want to make sure we don't die."
Well. That was correct, I suppose. Every time we got closer to her, she had another weapon ready for us. First it was a scythe, then it was a sword, then a crossbow, then a polearm and finally it was a gun. I wonder how much more she is holding in her arsenal.
"Is that all you both got? With the way you both were coordinating, I thought it would be a bit more interesting but seems like I picked the weakest among the bunch," she spoke in a mocking yet bored tone as she looked left for a few seconds and then to the right.
She is looking at the fights on the other sides, isn't she? Hmmm… all right.
"Hey, Reeve. I think I am going to go all out now. What about you?" I asked because I kind of understood that we both were hiding a bit of our powers… okay, not just a bit, but quite a lot of it.
He just chuckled as he spoke,"I guess. I should too," though I did not believe he would use all of it. Perhaps 50%? Maybe it's because he doesn't want to show all his trump cards or something?
Anyway, I have decided to go all out, so I won't be holding back. Let's just hope that it kills her before I run out of energy.
I took a stance as I collected all my energy at one point and, taking a deep breath, I muttered,
"[Blood Art: Chaos' Third Form]"
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