“Oh, aye. We do.” Eric summoned his scythe with a sweep of his arm and broke into a horrible grin. His grip tightened on the handle. “If it’s me ‘r ye, kid, yer the one tha’s no’ gonna make it tae tomorrow!"
Watching as the other male stumbled back, Ezra rested his free hand over his abdomen, straining to regulate his breathing. “Whether I live or die doesn’t matter…” A small smirk — sharp and sardonic — crept upon the edges of his lips. It was clear that he was no longer fighting for the sake of finishing his job anymore, because in that moment, he felt so alive. “Either way… I’ll win.”
“Oh? Ye really think ye’ll win against me?” Eric gave a short bark of a laugh, a smirk of his own settling. “Even if ye dinnae die, wha’ makes ye think ye can do s’ well against someone s’ much stronger than ye? How can ye even hope tae harm me?” The blade of his scythe gleamed as he let it drape over his shoulder. “Le’s face it. Ye’ll only lose."
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“… Tch!” Immediately, Ezra took off after his target, his boots digging into the ground as he propelled himself forward...
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Eric’s eyes widened slightly. Had he hunted him down?! How did he know his name! They’d never met before, had they? "If...