The Fallen Vampire

79  With Or Without Legs (Or Lives)

To Taira, it felt like the humans rushing at him were moving in slow motion.

He had so much time on his hands that Yasuke was able to transform back into a kusarigama before they even came within striking distance.

Twirling the red chain in his grasp, he threw the sickle into the air above his head before making a slashing motion with his weapon.

The sickle cut through the air without making a sound as it headed toward the rampaging humans.

One man disguised as a dark elf raised his sword up thinking that he would block the blade; only to be surprised when the scythe shattered his weapon like glass.

Yasuke was not only a much heavier weapon than expected, but Taira had also put quite a bit of his own strength into his attack and used his element of gravity to make it even heavier.

With such strength and weight put into the attack, there was no way for someone below the overlord realm to block it without the usage of internal energy.

Least of all someone using only an intermediate level sword.

So really, it could have hardly been considered surprising that Yasuke easily broke the weapon of the human, and sailed uninhibited into his chest. The golden blade was so sharp, the human did not even recognize that he had been cut, only that he had a sudden difficulty drawing ample breath from the air. Only when he looked down and saw the massive three feet blade piecing him from front to back did he realize exactly what'd happened. "W-W..When...?"

Taira smiled evilly, and pulled on the red chain as hard as he could to rip his weapon free and send it flying back into his waiting hand. The human didn't even make a sound as he died standing up; watching a fountain of his blood spurt out into the air in front of him. "Jason!"

"Wake up you bastard, don't die on us!"

As Taira wiped the blood spatter off his face and lamented over the fact that it got in his hair, he realized that he'd made a small blunder. 'Shit... I was only supposed to take their legs.' n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As soon as he cursed himself for his overzealous actions, his loving wife gave him a well needed reminder. 'You know honey,... we don't have to bring them all alive. We really only need to keep one at the most.' Taira's ears pricked up in an instant and all eight of his tails started to wag discreetly. While his expression remained stone faced, Enyo glanced at him briefly and knew full well that he was feeling relieved and excited. 'So cute.'

'I am not.' He denied.

'Whatever you say, dear."

"You fucking animal!"

Taira's eyes returned to that same permanently lifeless state as he watched the humans glare at him with murderous light in their eyes. Their weapons started to thrum and produce a blue glow like that of a summer sky. Recognizing a change in them, Taira changed his weapon back into a seven foot scythe as he waited for an inevitable clash. As he expected, they were moving a lot faster now even with the effect of his arcane spell still active. Their bodies tensed up as they raised their swords high above their heads and executed a combat art he had never seen before.

""Glacial Sword Art : True Hail!""

The two started attacking Taira in quick succession; both of them using the same sword art in tandem. As one of them attacked from the right, the other came from the left, swinging their weapons in quick succession one after the other. If Taira's weapon were not so long, he would have never been able to fend them both of at once as well as he was now. But, there was another problem. At every attack, a bit of cold energy was being transmitted from their blades to his, chilling him to the bone and making his muscles rigid, therefore making him slower. His opponents were capitalizing on that growing delay, and landing shallow cuts on his face and exposed torso. While he healed quickly, he could not keep this up forever. The blood he consumed acted as a sort of battery to fuel his healing and if he were to exhaust himself, he would eventually fall into a ravenous state before he either desiccated or died. But he would not allow for any of those outcomes to happen. A small flicker of blue flame sparked to life on his hands before it traveled through his body and to his weapon. He immediately felt a lot warmer, and the rigidity that was plaguing his movement evaporated along with any ice in his muscles. "H-Hot!"

"What is that!?"

Both of his opponents suddenly stepped back as if they were afraid to be burnt alive by the heat of the flames. However, Taira was not nearly kind enough to let them back away so easily; especially after they had cut him. 'Dark Moon Art: Black Light.'

His bare feet crackled with black lightning and he soon disappeared from their eyes in an instant. Slash!

Swinging his scythe in a straight line, he cut the heads off the humans with such precision and speed that it took a minute before blood could flow, and even longer before their bodies actually hit the ground. Taira reappeared over the bodies of the dead humans and placed his foot on top of one of thei heads; crushing it flat. If he was honest, he was more than a little pissed. Though he was someone who valued victory even by disgraceful methods; in head on collisions he wanted his battles to be perfect and domineering. The few cuts that he had suffered against the enemies were a reminder that he still had very far to go. 'I will have to change the way that I train from now o-'

"So pretty!!"

Looking behind him, Taira found his lovely wife Enyo staring at the neon violet footprints that he had left in the wake of his movement. "I heard that your mother's movement art had a second move that she never used. This must be it, right?" "It is." Taira admitted. "Kyaaa! So pretty!"

Taira smiled softly, finding his wife extremely cute in spite of the blood on her hands, face, and dress.

"Did you let yours live by the way?" He asked. "Yea, I figured that I was going to be the only one of us who had the mental fortitude to remember what we needed them for." Taira glanced over his shoulder at Keran, and found her fully transformed and gnawing on the skull of her opponent. While it was already detached from his body. Coincidentally, Shin was lying in a flowerbed not far from them, but all of his limbs were bent at odd angles and he was wailing miserably like a stuck pig. Enyo finally stopped staring at her husband's footprints and instead came to inspect his weapon, and her eyes lit up like Christmas trees. "Now where oh where did you get this?? Why haven't you said anything about it??"

"Ah... I forgot?" he admitted. Enyo rolled her eyes and inspected the red and gold weapon like it was the most beautiful murder tool she'd ever seen. "So elegant... What do you call it?"

"Yasuke."

"How quaint." Enyo laughed. Yasuke released a low hum that Taira was immediately able to interpret.

(Master, do I bow in greeting to the madam?)

'You are by no means obligated, but you are free to do so if you would like t-'

"I-It talked! You had a weapon spirit with you this whole time?!" Enyo yelled.

Keran let the skull of the human that she was fighting against fall out of her mouth as her eyes went wide from shock.

"Beloved has a weapon spirit?? Since when?!"

Today, Taira realized that he should work on sharing more details of his life with his wives and friends. He would make a note of this for the future and hope to never cause this much of a stir with his actions again. this might be a hot take but I feel like regular iron man is such an uninteresting superhero AnathaShesha