The Crimson Mystic Legacy Chapter 22: Chapter 22: After A Loss

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Uzi’s eyes could barely open tug any higher as his arms laid near limp as his sides, his outer layer of skin was already faded away, like the tree’s that form the ash. Vice gathered air in his breath as he unleased it in a kings confidence. The scroll appeared in his hands again as he spoke “I declare I won’t heal or repair my arm in any way!” Suddenly, his lost arm at the wound closed up as his other arm condensed, slowly, into a limb as hard as tungsten, with a pop, it expanded back to its normal size, keeping its density as the muscle filled back into its spot. “It’s time I ended this, don’t you think?” Uzi’s mind was loose, half way to sleep. He wondered if this was a bad idea. The eye thing helped a little, but the poison didn’t seem to work. It was most of his power at this point, yet it was not enough. Uzi’s eyes opened fully in shock when it clicked. This holy poison was most of his power. Meaning… “V…Va..vocal..con—cont….contract.” Uzi was barely able to speak, the words were trying their hardest to die in his throat. The vice realized what Uzi was doing as his body almost moved on its own, his body crashed into Uzi, Uzi was knocked off his feet as the vice’s fist slammed into the air born stomach, it ripped into the already Broken ribs, they cracked further as the fist broke skin, slammed against a small pearl like ball in Uzi’s chest, cracking it as Uzi was sent flying into a tree. Blood flew out of his mouth as the impact moved the wood back, denting the tree as he scrapped against it, scaring his back as he finally hit the ground. The scroll landed on Uzi’s stomach, as Uzi’s eyes slowly closed, finally passing out as the scroll faded away, the vocal contract unable to be completed. “You never stood a chance.” The vice signed as he strolled his way over, ready to finish the job. “Time to crush your skull i-” he well to his knees as his breathing began unchecked. His eyes searched his body, looking for some sign of why this is happening. His eyes finally met where the golden blade was stuck in his side, it was different then before. The gold blade had lighter purple lines all over it, and the wound around it was beginning to break down The lighter purple was spreading across the area, making any infected chunk fall and wither away. He began to panic as his eyes went back up to the motionless Uzi. His eyes went wide as he saw the boys left hand. Both hands were bright red, the skin faded away down to the muscle, revealing all. But the left hand. The holy poison was gone. It was still there on the right hand, still withering move of that hand, but it was gone on the right. “He didn’t, no, he had to, when I delivered that final blow, he must have touched the blade, and transferred all that to me!” The Vice’s body slowly began to crack, his form breaking as he realized what this kid has done. “This bastard! My core—it’s cracking, I’m I—-about to die?” The Vice heard a different crack as his eyes searched the area. His eyes centered on Uzi as he focused on the massive crack that formed across his bruised neck and face. “You—you bastard. Your dying too—-aren’t you!” The vice messily formed a worried grin as he managed to get a knee under him, settling on his knees as his breath continued to run ramped unchecked. “Where—-the h-hell-are my men?” The vice spoke, mixed in with heavy breathing, as he attempted to channel all his strength into sending mystic into his own core, trying to heal it. “To Answer your damn question, Their all dead.” A voice spoke as the vice twisted his head over to the sound. He walked out of the tree line with his cane in hand, he stopped by Uzi, as he snapped his fingers; chains shot out of the tree line, wrapping area Uzi, and carried him in the direction of the camp. “Why—the hell—-are you here!” the vice demanded to know as he stumbled to his feet, the cracks grew a little from the sudden movement. He stumbled a little as he lifted his only arm, the cracks effected his brute strength very little