Nameless King

Red Wolf found himself squeezed between two massive bony arms that tried to crush him like a pesky fly.

"Argh!!!" Red Wolf cried out in pain as a loud cracking sound was heard from his bones that were ready to break at any moment.

"Hm? Still alive? Damn, you turned out to be tougher than I expected. That's not good." Sarras shook his head before putting his palms together.

Crackle. Crackle. Crackle.

The hands moved out of the way, heading in different directions, thus trying to tear Red Wolf apart.

"Motherfucker! I'm not going to die from such a cheap reception!" Red Wolf exclaimed in fury as a powerful stream of flame burst out of him. Then, he plunged his dagger into the bone palms and directed energy across them, triggering a powerful explosion.

The red flame pushed his hands back a little, allowing Red Wolf to escape his captivity with a sharp leap.

He breathed heavily and trickles of blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, while his hateful gaze was directed at Sarras.

"You're not really going to use your Form?" Red Wolf asked, gradually heating his daggers to red.

Sarras remained silent until he said with a wave of his hand, "Is your memory that short? It doesn't make sense against you, though I must admit I was wrong about something. You were stronger than I expected, so I'll have to use something more serious."

Whooooooooooooosh.

At the same moment, the bony arms came down on Red Wolf again. This time he didn't fall into their death grip but jumped high to dodge their attack.

'They're very tough... My blast did almost no damage to them, but they're just bones, right? If I destroy the binding part then the palms will just disintegrate, won't they?' Thoughts raced through Red Wolf's head, quickly becoming his one and only best plan.

He pressed the two daggers as close together as possible, then released a large amount of energy through their tips, creating a dense beam of fire beneath him.

The Bone Hands tried to reach Red Wolf to grab him again, but the fire slowed them down slightly which gave Red Wolf a few seconds advantage. Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

'Alright, now I'm in the lead!" Red Wolf exclaimed to himself before turning into a fiery flash.

He went through the wrist of his right hand as he stabbed one of the daggers into it, leaving the dagger wedged between his bones, then Red Wolf did the same with the second bone arm.

'Damn... He's not bad, not bad at all. He's not just a wild beast, he's quite clever.' Sarras pondered watching Red Wolf's actions with a nonchalant expression on his face.

Snap.

Red Wolf snapped his fingers.

The daggers lit up in bright flames before exploding like bombs. The daggers themselves were not harmed in the slightest, they could withstand any temperature, but the bone hands were completely destroyed, shattered into many bones.

"That's it." Red Wolf sighed, jumped up to grab the daggers, and landed with a confident look.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

"Well, well, this is the second time I've had to applaud you in a fight, it's a pretty rare event." Sarras spoke with a sly smile slowly clapping his hands.

Red Wolf grimaced with gritted teeth, "Shut up. You're just lucky I have to deal with your minions first. Use your Form!"

Red Wolf had already realized that he could not defeat Sarras quickly, even if he used his Form. He, like any other warrior, wanted his opponent to take him seriously, but Sarras only shook his head.

"Not now. If you can handle the next threat, I'll grant your wish, but that's not going to happen. All that came before was mid-level undead, now you're going to have to face someone from the upper class." Sarras smirked, leaned to the ground, and put his palm on the ground.

Tremble. Tremble. Tremble.

At the same moment, the ground trembled as the thick fog moved aside as if making room for their duel, perhaps the last for Red Wolf.

From beneath the ground, a multitude of columns sprang up, chained together, then two wide aisles appeared before Sarras, out of which two silhouettes emerged, one by one.

White crystals shone brightly on the pillars, whose light revealed the silhouettes' appearance. They were two undead girls, in long black dresses as if they were personal assistants of death. One of them had dense blindfolds covering her eyes while the other had her mouth hidden.

One of their hands was bound by dense chains whose sharp tips dangled from their wrists, swaying slowly from side to side.

"What the hell is that...?" Red Wolf muttered as goosebumps ran down his body.

Sarras smirked, ran his gaze over the girls, and said, "These twins, the strongest undead I've ever created, well... except for one incident, but you won't live to see that... These two will be the ones who take your life and be sure they'll love it."

Hearing Sarras's voice, the twins turned and bowed with folded hands.

"Mr. Sarras, what are your instructions?" The first twin, the one with her eyes covered, asked.

"We... must kill... this wolf...?" The second twin barely spoke a few words, since she was just learning to speak, unlike her sister.

Sarras touched the second twin's cheek as a slight smile appeared on his face and said, "Yeah, you got that right. He's pretty strong and has already used his Form, so if you kill him, you get a lot of energy, a lot."

Red Wolf had many opportunities to attack Sarras as well as the twins since their backs were to him, but instead, he just stood there with his eyes wide open.

He didn't know why, but the two frail-looking girls frightened him, for he couldn't quite see how strong their auras were. There was an invisible stream of dense energy above the twins that grew weaker and stronger, moving from one girl to the next.