Dual System: Ascension of A Nameless Nobody

It made absolutely no sense to Sol or himself, watching as the black-armored, pink-haired man simply returned to his balance seamlessly with a smile despite his throat holding a gaping, blood-spewing gash.

The same as the case with his arms, abyssal strings of flesh extended from the jovial man\'s wounds, reconnecting his mutilated neck and returning it to its unharmed state in a seamless recovery.

"All good! You\'re a real ruthless one, you know that? You got me good! Aha-ha!" Dae-Mon laughed, ruffling his own hair.

Is he immortal or something? He questioned in disbelief.

As the two regrouped, standing side-by-side as they watched the abhorrent, seemingly unkillable man simply laugh off the injury that would be fatal for anybody else, they felt an eerie aura exude from Dae-Mon\'s position.

"...Now, now, I should be taking things a bit more seriously, shouldn\'t I? It\'s really a bore, but…I don\'t want Jun-Seo to get mad at me. I don\'t like being yelled at…I really don\'t," Dae-Mon groaned, slumping his shoulders as his chain-arms morphed back into their normal, human shape.

Watching him mumble to himself, the two stayed on their guard; even when their foe\'s guard seemed to be lowered, the pink-haired man was such an unusual entity that his unpredictability called for the most cautious of approaches.

"What\'s he on about now…?" He muttered quietly.

"I don\'t know, but it\'s freaking me out!" Sol replied worriedly.

Dae-Mon began to chuckle, bringing his arms up as the black armor around his limbs had already been lost by his transfigurations, beginning to frantically talk to himself–

"I need something honed for murder…A tool of slaughter; a form that will eviscerate them! Yes! Yes–!!!" Dae-Mon grinned wide, "--I\'ve got it! Aha-ha!"

Just before the abnormal man could begin morphing his limbs into something else–an unexpected attack came, but not from Sol nor himself.

"--What?" Dae-Mon let out in shock, looking down to find two blades sticking through his torso.

To the two witnessing this, there was no other possibility in which those blades could belong to somebody else but the one they knew well.

"Yeong-Un…!" Sol called out happily.

Yeong-Un was behind the man, who was still taken aback by the fact he was pierced through his torso.

"...I\'ve been havin\' my ear rung by this freak\'s ramblings!" Yeong-Un roughly called out.

"You need to die," Dae-Mon said with no expression present, "--You need to die!"

Before the man could reshape himself once again, another figure emerged from the side, coming from the same direction in which Yeong-Un had come down.

"Gyeugh–!"

A brutal, blunt slam had planted itself against the side of Dae-Mon\'s head, bashing the right side of his head in as his skull split open from the strike bestowed by the heavy warhammer.

"Binna?!" He let out in surprise this time.

The golden-haired woman didn\'t hesitate to unleash the strike, but looked mildly disgusted by the result as Dae-Mon fell limb for a moment, still standing straight from the blades struck through his upper-half.

"Uugh…" Dae-Mon groaned quietly.

A heaping amount of blood poured from his split-open head as fragments of his skull had been flung around the debris-filled corridor.

"Did they get him…?" Sol asked quietly before beginning to run towards them cheerfully, "--You did it! You guys are great–"

Though he knew better than to believe that was simply the end of the tenacious, inhuman young man as he interrupted Sol\'s premature celebration:

"Get back, you idiot!" He suddenly yelled out, "--You two, get back, too! He\'s not done!"

"Huh? Well…I\'ll finish him off for ya\' then!"

Just as Yeong-Un said this, as if taking the red-haired assassin\'s warning as more of a challenge, he pulled his blades through Dae-Mon\'s midsection, cutting them out through his sides as he freed his swords from the man\'s gut.

"--And I\'ll give him one more for good measure!" Binna yelled out, lifting her hammer high above her head.

As Dae-Mon was left stumbling without the swords in his balance to keep him upright, he dizzily stood there, groaning with his bleeding, bashed head before the giant hammer came heavily down from atop, slamming into his skull.

The impact smacked him into the floor below with a resounding thud, bashing into his head with a brutal impact that left a blood splatter on the wooden chunks below.

"Damn, that was brutal…" Yeong-Un said under his breath, looking down at the still body of the pink-haired man below.

Binna lifted her hammer as blood dripped from its blunt side, resting it on her shoulder as she breathed heavily, "...Well, if they want to attack us…I\'m not going to respond kindly."

He was left silent, gulping as Sol once again claimed celebration as he approached the other two with open arms.

"Boy, am I glad you both showed up! That guy was a real menace…" Sol sighed, catching his breath.

Though they believed victory was had, though the pink-haired figure laid limp on the floor, face down with their light hair becoming dyed in black by their own rushing, dark blood–he had an uneasy feeling swirling in his gut.

It was only a few seconds that passed; a few seconds that held impatience, respite, and yet again–dread.

He saw it.

A single twitch of Dae-Mon\'s finger, brushing against the sharp wood chips below, slipping through his puddle of blood.

"Get back—!"

–It was too late.

Without even first getting up, Dae-Mon laughed, muffled as his face was pressed against the floor, raising a single arm as it morphed into an abhorrent, spiked-lance.

Squelch.

"Ghh–?"

Right through the chest of the golden-haired woman, the comically large lance formed from the limp man\'s arm stabbed through her.

Without using his arms, or even so much his legs, Dae-Mon picked his upper-half up with simply his core strength, revealing his twisted, delighted grin as he looked up at the one he pierced so lethally.

In that moment, the three others were completely still by the harrowing, uncanny nature of the situation.

"--That really, really hurt. It\'s cruel to attack someone while they\'re helpless, you know? Well…Bye, bye~"

Binna dropped her hammer to the ground, spitting out blood as the arm-forged lance had gorged through most of her torso, causing the life immediately to blink from her eyes while the man responsible simply chuckled in his ever-frivolous nature.

"You piece of shit—! What the hell are you?!" Yeong-Un screamed from the top of his lungs in sheer rage.

Wielding his two blades, Yeong-Un was fuming with bubbling emotions, immediately setting to stab his blades down into the man from above and behind.

But, once again, the maniacal fiend seemed to read them all like a book as he immediately reformed his lance-arm, causing it to disappear from Binna\'s chest as the mortally-injured woman began to fall forward.

"Binna–" Yeong-Un let out, having his focus turned away.

–Sol caught her in his arms, allowing the spiky-haired, enraged man to return his focus to the cheerful murderer, but Dae-Mon was now prepared to greet him, swiftly turning himself around as he produced a series of blades from his body.

"Come on~! Give me a big hug!" Dae-Mon held his arms open, displaying the dozens of blades of varying sizes that protruded from his body.

Yeong-Un was already lunged towards him, unable to shift his trajectory now in the moment between moments–

"Ghh–!"

With a [Blink Step], it was the frizzy-haired assassin that came between him, tackling Yeong-Un backward to avoid the lethal porcupine-like strategy that their foe developed.

"Jeong-Hui…?" Yeong-Un let out.

Though the dual spellblade immediately tried to get back up, he was kept down.

He held Yeong-Un down, knowing full well what type of state his friend\'s mind was in with what had just occurred.

"What\'re ya\' doin\'?! Let go of me–! Let me at him-!!!" Yeong-Un screamed out.

"I\'ll let go once I know you\'re not about to charge right into an early grave!" He yelled back, directly in the face of Yeong-Un.

He knew the only way to get through his hard-headed friend was to match his abrasive, ear-piercing tone.

Though, there wasn\'t much time for words–Yeong-Un realized that himself as he could see Dae-Mon approaching them with his ever-present, cheerful grin as the blades sunk back into his body.

Yeong-Un breathed heavily before yelling out begrudgingly, "--Fine! I…I\'ll be careful about how I kill this fuckin\' guy!"

"Good!"

Just as they finally came to an agreement, he got off of Yeong-Un, the two of them rolling to opposite sides as they evaded a strike of one of Dae-Mon\'s arms, which had been morphed into a massive greatsword momentarily.

"Aw…I was hoping you two would stay still that time!" Dae-Mon laughed.

As Dae-Mon\'s arm returned to its normal form, he looked up at the two who had avoided his deathly assault with a smile.

"This guy is really pissin\' me off…!" Yeong-Un muttered, picking himself up.

"Same here," he nodded, "But we have to play this smart. For now…hold those emotions in the best you can."