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The Mystery Of Ian Rose III
🕑 Added 2022-04-15 16:44:05 +0000 UTC.................
Chapter 68: The Mystery Of Ian Rose III
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Only Ian understood the meaning of those words, ones he believes and perhaps he sees himself experiencing, "Anyway..."
Ian again leaped forwards while swinging his sword sideways. Deathstroke showed his exquisite fighting style as he turned one of his swords sideways, and let it block the incoming attack, using it as a barrier while attacking with his other sword.
His blocking sword was able to handle the impact as he was leaning on it. In fact, he even used the force of the impact to make his strike even stronger as his sword traveled through the air, almost reaching Ian's head, and the latter made sure it will kill him, again.
Yet just as the sword was a few inches away from his head, Deathstroke moved the sword aside, leaving but a tiny cut on Ian's cheek. The latter was deep in his own illusionary world, uncaring about his opponent's actions but using them against him at the same time.
The Kryptonian sword found itself slashing against Deathstroking's leg before the latter jumped away only for Ian to follow with a stab to his abdomen.
"Hesitation is defeat, but the opposite is death," Ian murmured under his breath. It's a rule that applies only to him. His uniqueness was making Deathstroke more confused by the second.
However, someone as experienced as him wouldn't let confusion get to him as he barely evaded Ian's stab. His quick mind allowed him to plan out his next few moves, and he even tried to predict Ian's next course of action.
Ian however is Ian, so as all things should be, he jumped toward Deathstroke's swords in sought of death while swinging his blade, his target being the opponent's abdomen.
Ian's exaggerated peculiar actions made Deathstroke even more paranoid, not knowing Ian's purpose with all of this though he did make a few assumptions.
He wasn't foreign to supernatural things. In fact, he was a supernatural human himself with plenty of abilities that helped him be who he is today. He wondered if Ian was the same, and if so, what will happen if he doesn't stop his deadly attacks? If he kills Ian?
He wasn't ready to find out as all his attack did was leave a mild wound on Ian's shoulder while the latter left a tiny cut on Deathstroke's stomach. Indeed, his attack was strong enough to go through the Assassin's armor.
"How long has it been..." Deathstroke murmured as he eyed the wound. It has certainly been a while since he was wounded, a small one but a wound nonetheless. He understood then and there that he can't stay so passive.
'What if I cripple him? Or perhaps knock him out?' He got to testing his theory right away as he went all out into an exquisite dance with Ian. The latter was mainly defending. In fact, it was as if he predicted Deathstroke's purpose, and got into a defensive stance.
The assassin's speed became way too fast, forcing Ian to be as efficient as possible, doing the least to get the most, so as Deathstroke leaped behind him with his swords slashing towards both of his arms, all Ian had to do was to make sure his head was in the way of the swords.
He did very little to evade the attacks and more to make them deadly, but he didn't allow himself to be incapacitated, else he will have to use an alternative way he doesn't want to use.
The clash ended up with another mild wound on Ian and another on Deathstroke. It happened again and again, and Deathstroke was having a headache about how to deal with him. It was obvious to him that the manic before him had trained to get himself killed to perfection.
How was one out to deal with an abomination such as Ian? It did occur to him that perhaps he was bluffing but who would be crazy enough to do such a thing?
There came a point, however, when Deathstroke found his patience running out. He felt and looked at Ian's blade slashing at his stomach in the place where the armor was already damaged, allowing his attack to go deep.
"Aghh," Ian leaped back before putting his right hand on his left arm, feeling blood slowly pour out of a deep wound, "Well, it hurts. I am still not used to resisting pain, but you..."
Remaining silent while experiencing pain was hard to do, but he got his bearing back very quickly. Deathstroke on the other hand didn't speak a word. Instead, he just eyed his wound before staring at Ian with a cruel cold look.
His leg muscles contracted as he lowered his stance, and Ian was barely able to slash his sword downwards at the assassin. It was all like an exquisite dance as Deathstroke swiftly maneuvered to the side.
The handle of his left sword found itself hitting Ian's sword, trying to break his balance while his other sword was already near Ian's neck. A few inches was the distance from his decapitation, and it was but a split second away.
He was truly going for the kill. His eyes gazed at his blade already imagining Ian's head flying in the air. Just when he was starting to believe that Ian was bluffing, he felt a sudden force pushing him down, a weight falling on him with such a force it put him to the ground.
Deathstroke was confused, but he still reacted quickly and tried to push it off and leap back. The lamp was what fell on him, and before he can avoid it, Ian's sword found itself nailed to his waist as he tried to push it deeper.
That got Deathstroke's Ire. He didn't lose his calm but used one of the swords in his hands to his advantage without letting the pain get over his head.
Ian was forced to jump back to evade the sword strikes aiming at his arms though what followed is the sword following him with surprising force and leaving a massive injury on his left arm. It would've been worse if he didn't evade.
"I see..." Deathstroke muttered as he stood up, blood was flowing down like a river from his stomach. He should be unconscious or even dead by now, yet here he is, standing strong. In fact, he looked more intimidating than ever.
Ian was about to face hell as his fighting style and reaction time were being tested to the limit, yet despite his best efforts, he still found himself filled with small wounds.
However, he preserved until an opportunity was within sight. Just as his left arm was wounded, minimizing his fighting abilities, Deathstroke was also wounded more severely though it didn't hinder him as much, but that allowed Ian to deliver a few blows.
Finally, Ian got his desire. He aligned Deathstroke's attack with his head, making it dealy while stabbing towards the latter's stomach again.
Unexpectedly, Deathstroke allowed Ian to stab him as the force of the stab stopped him from killing Ian. What happened before certainly made it clear that deadly attacks aren't an option, so all he wanted was to knock Ian out.
He was close enough to hit Ian in the head with the sword handle, and he cared not for the horrifying spectacle that is his abdomen.
"It's either Death Or Defeat. You chose the latter, but what is the difference really." Ian muttered as he tapped the button on the Kryptonian sword, making Deathstroke's eyes go wide.
The slit at the edge of the sword lit up. The sword was not just a sword but also a cannon, and this was only the second time Ian used it due to the unavailability of Kryptonian ammo.
From within the slit spurted a bright light, an orange laser that expanded, almost erasing Deathstroke's entire waist from existence... "Wha?"
Deathstroke didn't respond. He just fell to the ground, completely motionless.
Ian fell to his knees, barely able to hold himself up with ragged breaths. He looked like a mess with blood dripping from every part of his body. He felt weak, and pain finally caught up to him.
"That was entertaining... So much fun. However, I have to leave." Ian stood up and started stumbling his steps to the vehicle he already prepared not far away.
He could already hear the sirens of the police, but it didn't matter much to him. He was still far behind schedule, but he can't exactly predict everything, but he had enough reaction time to react to the sound of electricity behind him as he leaped forward.
"It's definitely you again... Just what have you done?" It was Nightwing. He already had his batons in his hands, and he seemed to have learned from his past mistakes as he directly attacked Ian again. His purpose was to knock him out, then he can ask questions later.
"God no," Ian shook his head, exhaustion was apparent on his face. He might've wanted to test himself against him in different circumstances, but the current ones don't allow it.
Nightwing however was unlucky as he found himself sent away like a ball until he collided with a building not far away and passed out.
Ian eyed the things responsible for the feat, massive green vines. Their next target was Ian as they gently approached him. He just let out a gentle smile and rested himself on them, "Thank you, sweetheart. I will go to sleep now, alright?" And that he did...
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Gilgamos
Thanks for the chapter
