Although Deek thought I was weaker, that couldn’t be farther from the truth. There might have once been a time when I couldn’t keep up with Deek, but since I rebuilt my soul using a dungeon and absorbed all of that miasma, my strength was every bit as strong as his own. I attacked him outright. After all, he was someone who carried through with what he started. As long as I kept pushing him, his so-called plans would eventually run out, and when it came to thinking on the spot, I’d have the advantage.
I used quick attack, fireball, dark slash, spectral shadow, and still more skills, attempting to catch Deek off guard. He managed to catch every spell, blocking it or when he had to, taking it and then recovering. Although I caused damage, he’d just heal immediately after. When he caused damage, I’d heal immediately after. It became increasingly clear that he was a lot like the clone I had to fight in the Widow’s Dungeon, except where that thing didn’t know skills I didn’t have before, Deek had every skill that I had.
“You’re more formidable than I thought!” Deek said, panting.
“I still have more!” I responded, throwing my hair back.
The pair of us fought, and anyone watching would say it was like an elegant dance. In most fights, you had to predict what another person would do, and how you responded wouldn’t always fit with how they attacked. A lot of movies would make this mistake when they’d come up with fight choreography. The battle would be so completely scripted that it didn’t even really look like we were fighting, but dancing across the battlefield.
When you knew every action that you’d take and every action your opponent took, it looked just the same. No matter how fast or aggressive one of us acted, the other acted in kind, and it ended up in a smooth, yet strangely beautiful dance. The sounds of our swords colliding made a rhythmic clanging that filled the air and every move looked smooth like we had planned this fight and practiced it a hundred times. The spectators looking on could only stare at such a scene and say that it looked beautiful.
If things kept going this way, there would never be a resolution to our battle. Most of the girls had already fought, and the other side had either been defeated or stood down. Thankfully, there had been no deaths. Just because I had ordered the girls to kill if necessary didn’t mean I had wanted that outcome. It was best if they were just knocked out. The only fight that had lasted as long as our own was Lydia and Terra.
Both women were going all out. It seemed to be a fight that went beyond their desire to impress either of us. It was almost like a clash of ideology, Terra’s reserved personality versus Lydia’s sexual revolution. Neither side was willing to let up, and Terra’s golem had taken numerous bits of damage, as had Lydia. Although I hurt more for Lydia’s wounds, they’d heal a lot quicker than the time it’d take to repair the golem.
Thus, I made a spur of the moment decision. We had to end this fight now. If the other girls started fighting or Lydia and Terra continued, someone might end up hurt. If I wanted to defeat Deek, I realized I’d have to do something that Deek would never do. It was an attack he never would have accounted for.
“Self Destruct!” I cried out.
Since I couldn’t defeat Deek on my own, I’d take us both down!