Chapter 76: This Will Be Your Tomb
Before he could recover, the girl with the green scarf came at him from the left, her movements flowing like water. She aimed a punch at his ribs, but Ezra blocked it with his forearm, countering with a knee to her stomach. She grunted, but twisted away, using the wall as a springboard to launch herself at him again.
Ezra ducked, swinging a punch that caught her in mid-air and sent her crashing to the ground. Stephanie had recovered and joined the fray, her eyes blazing with anger. She darted in from the right, her claws aiming for his throat.
Ezra parried her attack with a swift swipe of his arm, manifesting his solid darkness and using it to form a shield. He pushed her back, but the girl with the blue scarf had already repositioned herself, attacking from behind. Ezra spun around, his shadow extending to block her blow, but the girl with the green scarf was already coming at him from above.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ezra kept repeating as he fought, the girls moving with lightning speed, attacking from every conceivable direction. They stuck to the walls and ceiling of the black zone, using the enclosed space to their advantage.
Ezra fought back with everything he had. He called up the Blood Song, his movements a blur as he parried, blocked, and countered.
His darkness whipped around him like a living entity, striking out at his opponents and forming barriers to protect him from their blows. He tried to sap their vitality but when he focused on one, the other was on his other side, attacking. He could feel his vitality slipping away, but he pushed on, determined to hold his ground.
He watched, careful, until- Aha! With a fierce growl, Ezra lunged at the girl with the green scarf, his darkness wrapping around her legs and pulling her to the ground. She struggled, but he pinned her down, his darkness forming restraints around her wrists and ankles.
"Nooooo!" Stephanie yelled. Ezra had calculated and chosen a time when the two other flower shop girls would be too distant too intervene in time.
As he stood over his captive, ready to deliver the finishing blow, a sharp pain shot through his body. Damn it! His vitality had run out. He staggered, his vision blurring as the strength drained from his limbs. The girl with the green scarf looked up at him, her eyes wide with surprise and relief.
Ezra's grip weakened, his darkness dissipating as his vitality slipped away. He fell to his knees, gasping for breath, his body unable to keep up with the demands of the battle. The other two girls circled him, their expressions a mix of caution and elation.
"You fought well, Ezra," Stephanie said, her voice edged with respect. "But it's over now."
Ezra found himself breathing, his breaths coming in ragged gasps, each one more labored than the last. The Flower Shop girls quickly attacked him and he jumped back, suddenly on the defensive.
The girls laughed in delight as they began to overwhelm him. Injuries marred his body, deep gashes and bruises that refused to close. Without his vitality to heal them, each wound bled freely.
He fought desperately, relying on his natural vampire resilience to stay in the fight. His movements became slower, more erratic, as fatigue set in. He could barely keep up with the girls as their coordinated attacks began pushing him further back. Every strike he blocked was met with two more that he couldn't, and his body screamed in agony with each new injury.
The girl with the blue scarf attacked from above, her claws raking across his shoulder, leaving a deep, bloody gash. Ezra staggered, only to be kicked in the side by the girl with the green scarf. He crashed into the wall of the black zone, barely catching himself before he fell. Stephanie moved in, aiming a punch at his head, but Ezra ducked, his response sluggish.
Despite his best efforts, the Flower Shop girls had him cornered. Their eyes gleamed with the certainty of victory as they closed in for the kill. Ezra's vision blurred, and he could feel his body shutting down, his will to fight slipping away. This is it. The end.
The girl with the green scarf stepped towards him. "You should've surrendered." She whispered, raising a clawed hand. Just as she was about to finish him off, a red chain appeared, wrapping around her. She cried out in surprise as the chain tightened, pulling her back. The other girls leaped away, their eyes darting around in confusion.
Through the darkness of the black zone, a figure emerged. X stepped through a tear he had created, the black zone repairing itself behind him. His Aura was deployed, sending a sensation of his ice cold fury down their spine.
"I can't allow you to do that." X said, his voice calm but filled with authority. "Ezra stays alive."
The Flower Shop girls hissed in frustration, their focus shifting to this new threat. With a snarl, they attacked X with the same ferocity they had shown Ezra. X was ready. His red chains whipped through the air, deflecting their blows and binding their limbs. He moved with an effortless grace, showing off his perfectly hones combat skills.
X's chains wrapped around the girl with the green scarf, pulling her to the ground. The girl with the blue scarf leaped at him from above, but he sidestepped her attack, swinging a chain that caught her mid-air and slammed her into the wall of the black zone. Stephanie lunged at him, but X parried her strike, his chains coiling around her arms and legs, immobilizing her.
With a flex of his vitality, a blade appeared at the end of his chain. "Ezra, get out of here!" X shouted, as he tore a hole through the black zone. The opening shimmered, offering a way out.
Without a backward glance, Ezra stumbled toward the tear, his body barely responding to his commands. Each step felt like a Herculean effort, but he forced himself to move. The fight between X and the Flower Shop girls raged loudly behind him, the sounds of their battle a distant roar in his ears.
He passed through the tear, the black zone closing behind him. The cool night air hit his face and he blinked. He was free.
Ezra's vision swam, and he could feel the vampire thirst clawing at his mind. The need for blood was overwhelming, his body screaming for vitality. He stumbled away from the street, each step a struggle as he fought to stay conscious.
The world around him blurred, and he barely registered his surroundings. His only focus was on finding a safe place to recover, to find blood and regain his strength.
Ezra's thoughts grew disjointed, the thirst consuming him. He had survived the battle, but he was teetering on the edge of a different kind of oblivion. As he stumbled through the darkened streets, his mind clung to the hope that he could make it, that he could find a way to survive this new threat.