Sevanouir: Rebirth (Snippet 3)
“Glad to get your seal of approval, but I need you to draw that sword,” she said pointing to it. “Like I said, it was your dad’s, and his dad’s; it goes back for a while, really. It will kill that thing, but you are the only one who can use it.” She looked back to see the dark being start to slither its way out from underneath the tree. “I don’t have time to explain why, but I believed—”
“I get it.” Sylas acknowledged, bringing the blade close to his chest and placing his right hand on the hilt. “You’re right, it’s been a strange day. But right now all I want is to see that thing dead. And if this will do it...” He gripped the blade and in one smooth motion, slid it out from its sheath, “…then let me make this quick!” As the saber was unveiled a blinding light burst from it, causing Izzy to shield her eyes.
The doppel looked over and with a roar, took its original form and leaped at Sylas. Roux cast his strings forward to try and bind it, but it simply drifted through them. Izzy recovered and tried to make another barrier, but one of the doppel’s elongated arms crashed into her, stopping her attempt and crushing her against a tree.
The arms once reshaped themselves into fine points. The monster let out a furious yell and attacked both sharp points barreling towards Sylas. Both Roux and Izzy cried out for him to move, run, anything to get away, but as the monster disappeared into the white light, they heard a sharp noise and then beast made an unholy, pained sound.
The light dissipated and the doppel stood there looking down at its two missing arms. They would not grow back. Next to him stood Sylas, saber by his side. It no longer looked worn. It shimmered in the dusky light of the forest, its blade no longer rusted or even metallic, but looking as if it were etched from a mirror.
Sylas walked towards the creature, which looked up at him with its eye— usually unnaturally stoic—twisted in what looked like rage, or possibly an emotion no one knew it could have—fear. Sylas tightened his grip and pointed the saber at it, and with a slowly forming smile addressed it. “So, care to try again?”
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