Leoric was barely able to retain his consciousness, it was fading fast. He knew if he didn’t do something soon he wouldn't be long for the world and would have to encounter finny there in hell again.
“Not… Many… Will… Now” Leoric mumbled choking on his blood as he struggled to stand up, His own blood now creating a large pool on the ground where he stood. His vision was blurring in and out as he saw the Demon entered what looked like a raging bloodlust. He wasn’t just angry, he wanted blood. Leoric was all too happy to give him the blood he so desperately sought. The bag of salt on his hip seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. A constant reminder that he still had one more trick he could pull off. The shark demon seemed so focused on Red and constantly lunging for her that he didn’t notice leoric was back up and standing again. Red seemed to be able to stay just out of reach of him everytime he lunged and so Leoric knew he didn’t have to rush to her aid. But he knew he had to do something in case the demon did grab a hold of her.
Leoric coughed and seethed in pain as he grabbed the hilt of the sword that was protruding from him and started to pull it out. At first he started pulling slowly but with the waves of pain going through him he let go for a second to catch his breath before ripping it out. A loud cry of pain erupted from his lips as more blood spilled out onto the floor. Thankfully the Demon was deafened by his own rage as leoric stumbled forward a few steps before shaking his head to try and clear his vision. He had to put all of his remaining strength into this one last move.
The plan was to run and leap onto his Back, dump the entirety of the salt bag all over his body and while he was paralyzed with the pain Leoric would go for a beheading. But with how close Leoric was to death, he didn't even think he had the strength to leap more than a foot into the air. And so he stopped for a second to let his body get ready for the burst of effort it was about to do. He closed his eyes and began to figure out what his body could or could not do in its current state.
Amari, who had been avoiding the demons grasp, finally noticed her companion was back on his feet. He was in a piss poor state and she couldnt just let him die, at least not until he got an earful from her. She flicked her wrists as the golden whips extended to the ground, she sent them flying towards Leoric in an attempt to heal his wounds but they simply phased through him without doing anything. She spat some curses as the demon finally managed to wrap his grubby hands around her. He chuckled in victory.
“Where were you looking bitch? I am right here” He licked his lips as his rotten fish breath coated the insides of her nose.
At this Leoric grunted and pushed himself forward with all of his strength, slipping on his own blood pool at first before grabbing traction. He unclasped the pouch of salt from his belt and threw the bag at the back of the demons head, causing it to explode and cause a spray of salt to go into the air.
“What the…” The demon started as the salt started to fall onto his exposed body, causing even more pain as it mixed with the wounds Red had given him.
“Fuck” Leoric said as he slid under the demon's arm and using the Bone sword swung with all of his might. Cutting through the arm and slicing half way through the demons skull stopping for a second before Leoric cried out in pain as he pushed his body even further and finished cutting clear through the demon's head. Once clean through leoric let go of the bone sword. Not of his own volition though, his vision faded and he fell flat to the ground. Barely breathing as the sword imbedded itself in a nearby stall. Blood from the demon showering the two would be heroes. Once the Demon had fallen over and the blood was no longer falling on Leoric and Red the blood seemed to immediately dry up on Leoric's skin, or was it actually being absorbed?
He felt the gentle caress of a woman, and at first thought he was being greeted into the pearly gates of heaven. Then, there was a familiar warmth that sunk into his flesh. Amari was healing him. As he regained more consciousness, he could hear her swearing and hissing from the pain of his wound, or...the wound he used to have.
“The fuck did you bet my life for you fucking asshole.”
Leoric chuckled for a second before realizing that now really was not the time to be laughing. “I bet that which i would hate losing, i don’t care about my own life, i am not a good man, i do what i am paid to do. But you? I would miss your sass too much. I had to bet something i wouldn't want to lose to push myself to win.”
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