Wudang: Legends Of Qi Earth 102 Hell Arena Vii : Basilisk

Excerpt From The Albion Bestiary: First Edition

Alex could not even begin to iterate about how much he now hated snakes, or anything that had to do with magic overall. Qi was like the physical aspect of the energy of the world, Mana was softer, they naturally suppressed each other, with tiny factors coming in like spells, cultivation styles and all that.

Alex was tired, his friends were Injured, and right now there was a bright red giant viper curled up in front of him with it's eyes closed, there was no going around it, this was checkmate for all of them, and all because a stupid spirit was too playful to pay attention, Alex laid all sorts of curses on the spirit, however...

"Chiririri!" Alex opened his eyes wide with rage in it as he yelled at the Kamaitachi now perched on his shoulders.

"Where the f.u.c.k did you go d.a.m.n it! We almost died!" Khan didn't retort as he bent his head low, obviously as disappointed in himself as his master was, but that was just the beginning as the basilisk opened it's eyes releasing a cold beam that shot towards Alex.

Alex ducked forward dodging said beam as the area where he was once standing turned to stone. Khan hissed as a gust of wind raised Alex's hands and deposited his storage ring to him, Then Khan proceeded to fly towards the eyes of the Basilisks his tiny paws wildly scratching about, it didn't cause as much damage, but it caused enough discomfort to cause the basilisk to move back a bit. The giant snake had spikes growing on it's back, and a ma.s.sive horn that stretched out the top of it's forehead.

Alex might have spent some time studying about creatures, but the thing was apart from the Basilisks having a petrifying gaze, aka being able to turn people to stone with just a look, he had no idea if the d.a.m.n thing could do anything else, plus there was no time to figure this out, bye was almost out of energy, Louis was poisoned and Yun Fao probably had a ma.s.sive concussion. He was on his own in a fight he knew he couldn't win, this was looking really bleak.

The Basilisks tried waving it's head from sir to side in an attempt to dislodge the spirit on top of it, however Khan was mostly wind, he could move his body in tandem with the way the Basilisk struggled to move, turning into quite the least for the giant snake, who couldn't seem to get rid of the tiny pest. On the other hand Alex pulled out East cloud and West Wind, both swords trembling in his grasp due to how weak he was and the feeling of energy that ran through them the moment he pulled them out.

From connecting his mind with Khan, all through his previous fights, Alex was running on fumes. So whatever move he had to make now, he knew it would either make all of the difference, or it won't and death would be all that waited for them. Both swords came to life with blazing green flames as they began to him and vibrate slowly, that fleeting wisp of energy Alex had come in contact with once before showed up once again. It was not just the WindFlame on it, but Sword Force that was making the swords a whole lot more powerful, making them seem even more powerful than they already are.

All of the flames on his body, and the tribal tattoos faded away into embers, quickly followed by the fire mask. He had both swords crossed over each other in front of him as the flames spread on them seemed to shrink into the blade itself, flowing like liquid until all that was left was a green glow and a hazy outline on the edge of both blades.

Alex felt like both swords were as heavy as cars, he was strong enough to maybe push or pull at cars, but not to the point that he would be able to life them up fully over his head. Yet at this very moment, Alex felt as if both swords had the individual weight of cars and it was hard to keep them steady and aloft.

Alex took a step forward causing a ripple that already across the chain platform all the way to the fence. He was straining with all his might as all of his muscles slowly began to tear from the weight of both swords, there wasn't much energy in them, however it was the nature of the energies combine that was giving the swords so much weight, Alex could not even life his hands up anymore as the swords dipped down to touch the chain platform, slowly dragging behind Alex as the Basilisks seemed to curl up into itself, preparing to spring at Alex.

It's eyes were actually still closed, Alex knew that once it sprung at him it would open those infernal eyes wide open in attempt to turn him to stone before it's huge jaws clamped shut around his body. Tired as he was this was a moment of Truth for him, he could not make his next strike with his eyes opened, he had to fully rely on all of his sense excluding sight to be able to defend himself, even then...the question of if he would be able to lift his swords still hadn't been answered, but there was no need to think too much about it, it was literally do or die. Alex closed his eyes, and just as he did so the Basilisk moved.

The world seemed to slow down, the seconds becoming just as long minutes and the minutes as long as you're and the hours themselves and long as days. Sounds were silent yet at the same time even more loud, His breathing, the Basilisks breaths, Khan's frantic yet inconsequential attacks, the feeling of the air being parted as eyes and Jaws snapped open, fangs dripping with poison and eyes glad with curses, death really was a beautiful thing, in it's own way, it was an art the likes of which many people would never have noticed, but then again, Alex guess on the dead or the dying could truly appreciate the beauty of death.

*Hiiissssssssssss*

"Yeeaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhbbhhh"

(South Sword Of Summer!)

*Craaaa.s.shhhhhhhhh, clang! Ping! Ding! Din! Lin! Ding!*

Alex fell forward completely unscathed, however with how light both his swords felt, he knew both West Wind and East Cloud had been broken into pieces. Alex could not life his head or body up as he slowly opened his eyes, trying his best to blink the blood soaked on him away, he could feel a little bit pressure on his face and the rough tongue of Khan trying to lick the blood on his eyes away.

Alex focused his gaze around him and noticed three huge bodies rolling about, however the part that really mattered, the head and neck of the Basilisks was still very much in good shape and was currently rus.h.i.+ng towards Alex who was completely paralyzed and incapable of movement.

One of the eyes of the basilisk was bleeding, but that didn't seem to stop it as it wiggled its way towards Alex with vengeance oozing of it's entire body. Khan stood his ground in front of Alex hissing as his hackles were raised like a dog, but his diminutive form was not deterring the Basilisks. It was death slowly crawling towards Alex and there was nothing he could do about it, none of his friends were in any position to help with how weak Yun Fao was and Alex being completely uncertain if Louis was still alive or not. The Basilisks was now above Alex and Khan, the blood from it's injuries dripping over the Kamaitachi and his human owner, it's mouth spread open as lethal meter long range popped out, Alex sincerely hoped that this wouldn't be painful, that it wouldn't take to long for everything to fade to Black, those Fangs didn't look on bit friendly.

*Hissssssssssss*

"How dare you!" the words spoken were said with so much power all of it centered on the Basilisks, so much so that it exploded into a shower of blood and Goes, it's fangs being the only thing that was left of it.

It was unfortunate for the Basilisks, but quite fortunate for Alex as he very much recognized who owned that voice. He felt someone picking up his injured body and turning him over, he looked up to see a face watched with worry and a head full of snow white hair! Alex wondered when she had time to dye her hair from the normal black to such a startling shade of white, but even more so he also wondered if he was dreaming, that maybe this was the last thing he could see before he completely faded to Oblivion.

Maybe he was already dead, and he was reliving a part of his life he didn't remember, probably from when he was way younger. Darkness began to creep into the edge of his vision, but even with that he could hear sounds of a fight currently happening, though he wasn't sure who was fighting who, but then again it didn't matter. He raised his hands to touch her hair as he heard her call his name.

"Zhang Xiao Feng...…"

"Mom?"

And it all faded to black, and his last though being who was the dude in a gold suit standing behind his mother.