bullyxtreme Chapter 93: ROOFTOP
Chapter 93: ROOFTOP
Miller darted, his body beating against the wind at a speed so fast that Mira and Billie could not follow him.
His sword swung up, catching a downward slash aimed over Mira’s body.
The floor beneath him cracked, web-like fissures forming along the surface.
Mira’s clothes were blown up under the oppressive wind their clash released.
The attacker looked at Miller with a quiet smile, pulling his sword back and slashing towards his neck simultaneously.
Miller moved again, his second sword appearing in his hand.
He caught the attack with the flat of his blade.
He skidded, only slightly.
The attacker withdrew, leaping a few meters to the back.
A whistle passed the space where he had just been moments ago.
Billie’s katana caught empty air.
Mira was already moving.
Her dagger blurred forward, towards the attacker’s chest.
Clang.
A chime rang through the air but it was buried within the chaos of the streets.
Mira leapt back, reaching Miller and Billie in a single step.
All of them stopped for a while.
The attacker’s fingers danced along the edges of his weird sword, a slim, needle-like sword.
But it was different from a rapier. This one had all edges sharp, from tip to edge.
"I don’t know what is happening, but you guys should go and help. I will handle this guy," Miller said to them as he glanced to his side.
Mira did not hesitate. She jumped down from the roof, her body beating against the air as gravity pulled her downward.
Billie on the other hand looked back, towards the doors that led back inside.
"We should alert Silas first," she said.
"No, he should have seen it already. Just help the people."
As Miller said those words, he lunged.
The tiles beneath him splintered from the force.
His sword arced through the air, trailing a line of silver.
The attacker caught it, pushing Miller back with a shove.
Miller balanced quickly, twisting to the side to deliver a slash at the attacker’s rib.
The attacker ducked, the sword slicing through the air above him.
He drove his sword upward in a violent thrust at Miller’s jaw.
Miller backflipped, bouncing on one leg before he sprang forward again.
The attacker did not remain idle. He lunged in the same breath, creating rings of wind as he closed the gap between them.
He swung in an upward strike at Miller’s jaw.
Miller sidestepped, his sword a glint of silver as it cleaved towards the attacker’s neck.
The attacker stepped back, then swung upward again, this time aiming for Miller’s uncovered rib.
Miller caught the attack with his second sword.
He applied strength to his hand, pushing the attacker’s sword down.
His other sword moved, trailing an arc through the air as it neared the attacker’s neck.
The attacker’s head whipped backward, just enough for the blade to cut through the space his neck had occupied just a breath ago.
Miller’s sword changed trajectories mid-air.
From a horizontal slash, it flowed seamlessly into a vertical cleave.
The attacker rolled to the side, the slash cutting through the air beside him.
Not giving him time to withdraw, the attacker drove his fist up towards Miller’s chin.
Miller’s head whipped backward, just slightly, enough to let the punch pass through.
Using the momentum, his head came back, smashing against the attacker’s head.
The attacker’s body dropped back to the floor.
Miller raised his two swords, slashing them downward towards his neck and torso simultaneously.
The attacker rolled to the side, the swords raving through the ground.
He twisted flexibly on the floor, performing a clean get up.
Before Miller could register it, the attacker was already before him, his sword ripping through the wind as it came for Miller’s throat.
Miller moved, raising his sword to catch the blade.
Clang.
His sword flew out of his hand, its tip piercing into the floor, far from Miller.
Miller’s head turned towards the sword for a fraction of a second.
The attacker had moved.
He drove his sword towards Miller’s torso with frightening lethality.
Metal kissed metal in a ferocious clash.
The blades slid across each other’s surfaces, creating sparks that flew through the air.
The attacker pulled back, his body spinning as he drove his leg towards Miller’s left cheek.
Miller ducked beneath the attack with effortless ease.
Then his sword tore upward, at the attacker’s jaw.
The attacker caught the attack with the flat of his tiny blade, skidding a foot backward.
His legs dug into the roof, but he steadied.
He thrust forward at Miller’s shoulder.
Miller swung his sword, parrying it to the side.
He drove in again, his body dipping low as he neared.
His blade glistened under the golden sunlight. The aether surging through it made it pulse lightly.
The attacker’s eyes widened as he saw his life flash before his face.
He brought his blade up in desperation.
As if anticipating that move, Miller’s sword pulled back at the same time, then swung upward again, this time aiming directly for the blade.
A tremor rang through the attacker’s arm as the sword in his hand flew out of his grasp.
Before he could react, Miller had performed another swift slash.
The blade carved upward, raking across the attacker’s chest before finally skewering through his shoulder.
Blood poured out of his chest as the light left his eyes immediately.
Miller pulled his sword back without remorse.
Looking at the corpse, a slight sigh escaped Miller’s lips.
His breathing was slightly heavy as he looked away.
He looked at his blade, still piercing the ground, then at the roof’s edge.
"There’s no time to rest, the city is in danger."
Those were his thoughts as he walked towards the edge, pulling his other sword out of the earth.
Although he did not know the reason for the sudden turmoil, he knew it was either related to the Crimson Fang or Silas entering Lilura’s room.
Either way, he had to deal with the enemies first.