The tip of the sword glittered dangerously.
Malice smiled his sadistic smile, his right hand on the edge of his cape, waiting for the right moment. Jason seemed to be waiting for something as well.
"Well, aren't you gonna finish me off?" sneered Malice. Jason's brow furrowed a little, and the vampire saw his chance. He tugged his cape.
Jason fell forward, his sword striking the sand. Looking up, he saw a vampire bat flying away from him. The bat landed on an arching rock formation, hanging upside down. There was a black puff of smoke, and Malice hanged below the arch.
"Damn it, you freakin' bat!" roared Jason as he got to his feet, sword poised to attack. But his stance was flawed, broken by his frustration and rage.
And Malice Jowls knew it.
*** *** ***
The Spire cracked. Thin lines spread along its surface as the demon within in struggled to break free. The lines got longer, thicker. Soon, shards of dark matter shot all over the Wastelands. Each shard would soon become a new Spire.
A cloud of smoke was slowly blown away by the morning winds. The gremlin stood waiting.
Dark, blue-and-green skin. Pointy, elf-like ears. Huge discoloured eyes. Fangs of razor-like quality and claws coated with acid on all four limbs. A grotesque sight to behold.
It took its first slow steps. Looking across the Wastelands, it growled, hungry for its first meal.
*** *** ***
Jason felt his head throb violently. He was on the floor, sword a few feet from him. Malice hovered above him, smile gone, his face a mask of coldness.
"The great demon slayer beatened by a lousy bat," mocked Malice. "How sad. Your father would be so disappointed."
That was it for Jason. He forgot his pain, grabbed a handful of sand and tossed it swiftly at the vampire's eyes. Malice screamed, clutching his stinging eyes.
One hand filled with sand, Jason back-flipped and took up his sword with the other. Malice seemed to be recovering, but Jason was ready.
"You ba--ARGH!"
Jason let loose the sand again, this time with a quick flick of his wrist, a movement so subtle that Malice never saw it coming.
As the vampire cursed in agony, Jason got a running start and jumped towards him, throwing him down on the sand, sword piercing his right arm. Malice's scream got louder. He lifted his hand, releasing a volley of tiny black balls. Each one exploded into Jason's armour, sending him flying off Malice and onto the ground.
"You'll pay for that, human!" roared a recovered Malice. He stretched open his mouth, and out flew a horde of tiny bats, each one equipped with wicked fangs.
They flew at Jason, biting at his face, neck and through the exposed parts of his body.
The vampire laughed, enjoying his revenge. Malice Jowls was a man with no conscience or warm feelings. No, that was not right.
Malice Jowls wasn't even a man.
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