Hunted Part: 10

Lucian’s sword snapped forward like the strike of a snake. With just a flick the first few inches of his blade sliced into his foe’s skull right between his eyes. Dewach grunted and staggered slightly pulling his head away.
Lucian watched the wound heal almost instantly, the blood drawing into the wound until no trace remained.
Dewach swung his huge poleaxe in a wide arc but the weapon was easily avoided. As it passed Lucian darted forward again striking twice just above the eyes.
After each pass Lucian struck and cut. Each wound brought a grunt of pain and closed quickly.
“You’re slow and your weapon is slower.” Lucian taunted. “You can’t change direction, feint, parry or block effectively once you’ve swung, and your attacks lack flexibility. In short...you’re a terrible opponent.”
As if to prove his point he pressed the attack. Feinting for his large foe’s stomach he then switched angles and again slashed the beast’s brow.
Again and again he struck. Each time changing how the attack started or the angle it came from. Each time cutting deeply into the face of his opponent. Each time the wounds quickly healed.
Lucian noted that the blood did not always flow into the wound it came from. It simply seemed to seek to return. To be whole again.

“Luciaaan..” came a bored cry from the upper tier of the arena. “You are boring me. You’ve tried the same attacks many  times. Mix things up.”
The wizard’s raised eyebrow and frown should his lack of enthusiasm as he spoke, “Entertain me in your last moments. You can obviously see your attacks are having no effect.”

Lucian’s smirk grew larger giving his face a devious appearance. “Oh?” he spoke, “But I think they ARE having an effect.” As if to prove his point he slashed Dewach’s forehead straight across the brow causing the beast to flinch backwards with a grunt of pain.
Lucian laughed cruelly as he danced away.
With a cry of outrage at the slight, pushed too far by the constant unreturned attacks, Dewach began to swing his enormous weapon in a large circular motion. Faster and faster he swung. His lumbering steps drawing closer to Lucian. The roar of the circling weapon as it rushed through the air was drowned out by its owner’s inhuman cry.
As the blade drew near Lucian leapt high and flattened out his body allowing the weapon to pass uncomfortably close beneath him. His eyes were grim as his own blade swung in the opposite direction cutting into and through the arms of his large foe severing them near their elbows.
With a yowl and look of shock Dewach staggered as his weapon, now free of its anchoring point, sailed across the arena to lodge itself blade first in the wall. One arm still grasp the handle though it hung limply from its perch.
Lucian landed in a crouch in front of Dewach and slashed again open a large rift in the creature’s belly. As intestine and bile spilled out Dewach hunched over, perhaps to try and hold in the contents of his body but his arms were no longer up to the task.
With a turn and one last cut Lucian severed the head of his enemy and caught it by the hair. He held it aloft for a moment, watching the eyes watch him as the jaw soundlessly worked, before tossing it into the now open stomach cavity of the creature.
Again tendrils of blood and sinew snaked from each part trying to close the horrible injuries. Without being in proper place the body fought against itself. The neck portion trying to seal the torso. The torso trying to close around the head. The whole while the eyes of Dewach stared at Lucian with hatred. After a time the torso began to close while inside the gaping wound the horror show of knitting and sliding intestines tried to make sense of itself.
A single cheer came from above but was quickly silent.

“Wizard!” shouted Lucian as he slowly looked up to meet his tormentor’s eyes. “I think it’s time we danced!”
With that he broke into a sprint.