Chapter 174: Kimon’s Carnage
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Filled with this new mentality, it was as if something afresh broke in Reve's mind, akin to a sudden epiphany.
He gained further understanding on his path...Reve was passive in nature while Kimon was aggressive. That was how the two different personas should be.
Upon this self-discovery, Reve wasted no time.
His mind gripped onto something ethereal as his fingers formed a familiar hand gesture, 'My body is the marionette and I'm the marionettist. [Morai]!'
In an instant, his now ultra-sensitive self could feel the hidden physical forces on his face. This veil of the world was forever new to him, filled with endless wonders that could take eons to comprehend a meager percentage of it.
Reve celebrated this by becoming a white blur that couldn't be traced. Even the perceptive Knight Villiame lost sight of him.
His thoughts were cut short as a punch landed in his guts, It was quickly followed by a knee kick.
The knight tried regaining the tempo by engaging in close combat with his sword. His opinion was that only a foolish person would fight an armed man with a sword while barehanded.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Reve sensed each sword slash before they even occurred. He used this sensory feedback to evade each of the sword slashes that might end the battle if they touched him.
Like a god demonized, Reve thrashed the knight until the latter body became a sandbag. He threw a feint kick while unleashing the actual one with his other leg, gathering the momentum he needed to finalize the battle.
In an insane turn of events, Knight Villiame blocked the attack with a sword defense move. Yet, Reve was one step ahead of him.
Despite being midair, the latter seemed to have broken all notions of science as he took two steps in the air, giving himself the push and angle he needed to face Knight Villiame.
Reve sensed the firebirds rushing at him but he gave not a single care to them. Just like how he had practised over and over again, he used the momentum he had gathered to land a straight punch to the knight's face with all his strength.
*Boom!* *Crack!*
Afterward, Reve lost control of his body and spiraled away, but not before hearing a cracking sound. Something definitely broke in the knight's face.
Reve laid on the ground as he was momentarily enthralled by the stars in the sky. Nevertheless, he tried to move his body but he was too weak at the moment. He could only recuperate silently.
Normally, it would be unwise to do that, but looking sideways, Reve understood that he had all the time in the world.
The knight's body laid lifelessly a few distances away from him. His slow breathing indicated that he wasn't dead, but Reve reckoned he wasn't far from death.
The battle was at its eve. The moment he stood up, it would be game over!
Victory was in his grasps. He could already taste the scent.
After a few minutes silently passed by, Reve stood up, albeit rockily. He was like a falling leaf, harassed by the winds, swaying sideways.
However, nothing could stop him from reaching the knight. His mask faced down as he stared at the knight who couldn't afford to speak, "It would have been better if we just had a good ol conversation. You just had to complicate things."
His tone was unlike him. His voice, as cold as the harshest ice mountain ranges, "Don't worry. I just need to speak to your lord…..even if it means getting you out of the way."
He turned away from the knight and attempted to check back on Lord Gawyne. The battle had stretched the distance a few good kilometers away from the count.
Reve felt some resistance on his leg. He looked down to see the tottery hand of the knight holding him down, It wasn't at all firm, but it still aggravated him.
Despite his perilous physical status, the knight's passionate desire to protect his lord was still enough for him to move certain parts of his body.
Reve shrugged the hand off, "It is pitiful. Why do you go the extra mile?"
He didn't understand and he didn't want to understand. Kimon had an audience with a certain count to attend.
"Cairan, now! [Storm Egg]!"
A shout disrupted Reve' walk. He quickly took a stance as he processed the contents of the shout.
Red electric lights trailed beside him before he could even react. It wrapped around Knight Villiame and retreated, leaving Reve in stupor.
Meanwhile, at the same time, another red electric light. This time, in the form of a large gigantic ball suddenly appeared above Reve and descended on him without giving any explanation.
Having being caught off guard, it was not surprising that Reve had no defense set up against this. Luckily, his enchant was still active and that guaranteed his survival against the violent lightning that swallowed him.
When the attack dispersed, Reve came out disheveled beyond imagination. Blood trickled from his forehead as he leaned on a tree while panting wildly.
Just when he thought everything was about, this damned shit happened.
His annoyance could be well detected in his following words, "The Drateel twins. How lovely of you to join us? You took back your kind knight. Now, I wonder what is your stance in this situation."
If the name shouted wasn't enough clue for Reve. The fact that the attack was a magic spell and scheme that overthrew him involved two people proved to be sufficient.
The only viable group of people that can be at this place, at this particular time, was the Drateel twins. Reve knew Lord Gawyne couldn't use magic or even ki.
The smooth but thorny voice of Lyra retorted, "Who are you and why did you attack us? Does it have anything to do with Knight Villiame?"
Reve released a short breath. Lyra probably thought he was a foe from the knight's past.
At least, it seemed she was easier to talk to than the knight.
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Filled with this new mentality, it was as if something afresh broke in Reve's mind, akin to a sudden epiphany.
He gained further understanding on his path...Reve was passive in nature while Kimon was aggressive. That was how the two different personas should be.
Upon this self-discovery, Reve wasted no time.
His mind gripped onto something ethereal as his fingers formed a familiar hand gesture, 'My body is the marionette and I'm the marionettist. [Morai]!'
In an instant, his now ultra-sensitive self could feel the hidden physical forces on his face. This veil of the world was forever new to him, filled with endless wonders that could take eons to comprehend a meager percentage of it.
Reve celebrated this by becoming a white blur that couldn't be traced. Even the perceptive Knight Villiame lost sight of him.
His thoughts were cut short as a punch landed in his guts, It was quickly followed by a knee kick.
The knight tried regaining the tempo by engaging in close combat with his sword. His opinion was that only a foolish person would fight an armed man with a sword while barehanded.
Oh, how wrong he was.
Reve sensed each sword slash before they even occurred. He used this sensory feedback to evade each of the sword slashes that might end the battle if they touched him.
Like a god demonized, Reve thrashed the knight until the latter body became a sandbag. He threw a feint kick while unleashing the actual one with his other leg, gathering the momentum he needed to finalize the battle.
In an insane turn of events, Knight Villiame blocked the attack with a sword defense move. Yet, Reve was one step ahead of him.
Despite being midair, the latter seemed to have broken all notions of science as he took two steps in the air, giving himself the push and angle he needed to face Knight Villiame.
Reve sensed the firebirds rushing at him but he gave not a single care to them. Just like how he had practised over and over again, he used the momentum he had gathered to land a straight punch to the knight's face with all his strength.
*Boom!* *Crack!*
Afterward, Reve lost control of his body and spiraled away, but not before hearing a cracking sound. Something definitely broke in the knight's face.
Reve laid on the ground as he was momentarily enthralled by the stars in the sky. Nevertheless, he tried to move his body but he was too weak at the moment. He could only recuperate silently.
Normally, it would be unwise to do that, but looking sideways, Reve understood that he had all the time in the world.
The knight's body laid lifelessly a few distances away from him. His slow breathing indicated that he wasn't dead, but Reve reckoned he wasn't far from death.
The battle was at its eve. The moment he stood up, it would be game over!
Victory was in his grasps. He could already taste the scent.
After a few minutes silently passed by, Reve stood up, albeit rockily. He was like a falling leaf, harassed by the winds, swaying sideways.
However, nothing could stop him from reaching the knight. His mask faced down as he stared at the knight who couldn't afford to speak, "It would have been better if we just had a good ol conversation. You just had to complicate things."
His tone was unlike him. His voice, as cold as the harshest ice mountain ranges, "Don't worry. I just need to speak to your lord…..even if it means getting you out of the way."
He turned away from the knight and attempted to check back on Lord Gawyne. The battle had stretched the distance a few good kilometers away from the count.
Reve felt some resistance on his leg. He looked down to see the tottery hand of the knight holding him down, It wasn't at all firm, but it still aggravated him.
Despite his perilous physical status, the knight's passionate desire to protect his lord was still enough for him to move certain parts of his body.
Reve shrugged the hand off, "It is pitiful. Why do you go the extra mile?"
He didn't understand and he didn't want to understand. Kimon had an audience with a certain count to attend.
"Cairan, now! [Storm Egg]!"
A shout disrupted Reve' walk. He quickly took a stance as he processed the contents of the shout.
Red electric lights trailed beside him before he could even react. It wrapped around Knight Villiame and retreated, leaving Reve in stupor.
Meanwhile, at the same time, another red electric light. This time, in the form of a large gigantic ball suddenly appeared above Reve and descended on him without giving any explanation.
Having being caught off guard, it was not surprising that Reve had no defense set up against this. Luckily, his enchant was still active and that guaranteed his survival against the violent lightning that swallowed him.
When the attack dispersed, Reve came out disheveled beyond imagination. Blood trickled from his forehead as he leaned on a tree while panting wildly.
Just when he thought everything was about, this damned shit happened.
His annoyance could be well detected in his following words, "The Drateel twins. How lovely of you to join us? You took back your kind knight. Now, I wonder what is your stance in this situation."
If the name shouted wasn't enough clue for Reve. The fact that the attack was a magic spell and scheme that overthrew him involved two people proved to be sufficient.
The only viable group of people that can be at this place, at this particular time, was the Drateel twins. Reve knew Lord Gawyne couldn't use magic or even ki.
The smooth but thorny voice of Lyra retorted, "Who are you and why did you attack us? Does it have anything to do with Knight Villiame?"
Reve released a short breath. Lyra probably thought he was a foe from the knight's past.
At least, it seemed she was easier to talk to than the knight.
Filled with this new mentality, it was as if something afresh broke in Reve's mind, akin to a sudden epiphany. He gained further understanding on his path...Reve was passive in nature while Kimon was aggressive. That was how the two different personas should be.Upon this self-discovery, Reve wasted no time. His mind gripped onto something ethereal as his fingers formed a familiar hand gesture, 'My body is the marionette and I'm the marionettist. Morai!'In an instant, his now ultra-sensitive self could feel the hidden physical forces on his face. This veil of the world was forever new to him, filled with endless wonders that could take eons to comprehend a meager percentage of it. Reve celebrated this by becoming a white blur that couldn't be traced. Even the perceptive Knight Villiame lost sight of him. His thoughts were cut short as a punch landed in his guts, It was quickly followed by a knee kick. The knight tried regaining the tempo by engaging in close combat with his sword. His opinion was that only a foolish person would fight an armed man with a sword while barehanded.Oh, how wrong he was. Reve sensed each sword slash before they even occurred. He used this sensory feedback to evade each of the sword slashes that might end the battle if they touched him.Like a god demonized, Reve thrashed the knight until the latter body became a sandbag. He threw a feint kick while unleashing the actual one with his other leg, gathering the momentum he needed to finalize the battle. In an insane turn of events, Knight Villiame blocked the attack with a sword defense move. Yet, Reve was one step ahead of him. Despite being midair, the latter seemed to have broken all notions of science as he took two steps in the air, giving himself the push and angle he needed to face Knight Villiame. Reve sensed the firebirds rushing at him but he gave not a single care to them. Just like how he had practised over and over again, he used the momentum he had gathered to land a straight punch to the knight's face with all his strength. *Boom!* *Crack!*Afterward, Reve lost control of his body and spiraled away, but not before hearing a cracking sound. Something definitely broke in the knight's face.Reve laid on the ground as he was momentarily enthralled by the stars in the sky. Nevertheless, he tried to move his body but he was too weak at the moment. He could only recuperate silently.Normally, it would be unwise to do that, but looking sideways, Reve understood that he had all the time in the world. The knight's body laid lifelessly a few distances away from him. His slow breathing indicated that he wasn't dead, but Reve reckoned he wasn't far from death. The battle was at its eve. The moment he stood up, it would be game over!Victory was in his grasps. He could already taste the scent.After a few minutes silently passed by, Reve stood up, albeit rockily. He was like a falling leaf, harassed by the winds, swaying sideways. However, nothing could stop him from reaching the knight. His mask faced down as he stared at the knight who couldn't afford to speak, "It would have been better if we just had a good ol conversation. You just had to complicate things."His tone was unlike him. His voice, as cold as the harshest ice mountain ranges, "Don't worry. I just need to speak to your lord..even if it means getting you out of the way."He turned away from the knight and attempted to check back on Lord Gawyne. The battle had stretched the distance a few good kilometers away from the count. Reve felt some resistance on his leg. He looked down to see the tottery hand of the knight holding him down, It wasn't at all firm, but it still aggravated him. Despite his perilous physical status, the knight's passionate desire to protect his lord was still enough for him to move certain parts of his body. Reve shrugged the hand off, "It is pitiful. Why do you go the extra mile?"He didn't understand and he didn't want to understand. Kimon had an audience with a certain count to attend. "Cairan, now! Storm Egg!"A shout disrupted Reve' walk. He quickly took a stance as he processed the contents of the shout. Red electric lights trailed beside him before he could even react. It wrapped around Knight Villiame and retreated, leaving Reve in stupor. Meanwhile, at the same time, another red electric light. This time, in the form of a large gigantic ball suddenly appeared above Reve and descended on him without giving any explanation. Having being caught off guard, it was not surprising that Reve had no defense set up against this. Luckily, his enchant was still active and that guaranteed his survival against the violent lightning that swallowed him. When the attack dispersed, Reve came out disheveled beyond imagination. Blood trickled from his forehead as he leaned on a tree while panting wildly. Just when he thought everything was about, this damned shit happened. His annoyance could be well detected in his following words, "The Drateel twins. How lovely of you to join us? You took back your kind knight. Now, I wonder what is your stance in this situation."If the name shouted wasn't enough clue for Reve. The fact that the attack was a magic spell and scheme that overthrew him involved two people proved to be sufficient. The only viable group of people that can be at this place, at this particular time, was the Drateel twins. Reve knew Lord Gawyne couldn't use magic or even ki. The smooth but thorny voice of Lyra retorted, "Who are you and why did you attack us? Does it have anything to do with Knight Villiame?"Reve released a short breath. Lyra probably thought he was a foe from the knight's past. At least, it seemed she was easier to talk to than the knight.
