Rebirth Of The Bastard Spirit Summoner

Bang!

Stark immediately dove to the side as the tree trunk slammed into the forest, shattering even more trees from the force of the throw.

Thankfully all of them had managed to escape, only his dire wolf had been destroyed.

He dashed through the forest, keeping his eyes on the figure of the beast as he circled around to get to it.

The soul eater was hovering above the floor at the height of the trees, its black orbs locked on the area as it accessed the damage.

Stark had already sent a mental command to one of his spirits.

In a direct confrontation he would be absolutely wreaked. So he had to take things slow, use his brain to systematically dismantle it.

And make as many sacrifices he needed to win—

Whoosh!

The goat man leaped out of the bushes, axe heaved and gaze hard as it reached for the soul eater.

It didn't even managed to touch it…

With one slash from its wings, the sould eater ripped the spirit in half, ghostly sparkles emerging from the wound as it burst into pieces, returning back to the bosom of his manager.

But his sacrifice had been useful—

From behind the bird, a dark shadow had leaped at it using the trees as a foot hold and aiming for its massive wings.

Due to the distraction, the mimic did not see him until it was already too late.

SWISH!

With his sword coated in his internal energy, Stark cleaved the wing of the bird, his sword burrowing past the thick feathers until it met soft, juicy flesh.

Hot blood splurted on his face as the soul eater screeched, a soul retching wail that could tournament anyone who heard it.

The soul cry…

Stark felt dizzy the moment the sound invaded his mind. The corrupted tune bouncing in his head like a parasite and causing his ears to tremble.

Blood dripped out of his ears due to how close he was to the damn bird and hearing became increasingly difficult, each sound like a twisted version of the original.

Then he began to see colours…

"Shut the fuck up you stupid bird!"

Stark grabbed its struggling body with his left hand and drove his dagger into its throat, sending the steel all the way through.

It was only then the sound finally stopped…

And then they descended from the sky like a shooting star.

Bang!

They both collided with a deafening boom, the two of them rising just a sevond later. They both knew how dangerous the other was so they could not afford to stay down for even the fraction of a second.

The soul eater slashed with its blade-like wings and Stark leapt back, landing at the other side of the beast.

He was about to lunge once more when blood spewed out of his chest, a bloody red line appearing on his chest.

He smiled darkly as he held the injury. "Nice hit."

A violent green energy suddenly engulfed his form, the injury completely sealing seconds later.

Sucking in a deep breath, the soul eater was about to unleash another death screech, but blood emerged from its injured throat like a leaking faucet.

While the beast coughed, enraged by the damage, Stark grabbed one of the corpses of the ambers by the tail and then spun around.

Within seconds, he was twirling like a tornado, and using that force, he launched the corpse right at the soul eater.

Then he lifted his dagger up and held onto the sword that was still in its sheath.

Immediately the soul eater locked eyes on the projectile, it opens its beak and split the beast in half, its sharp beak ripping through it like it was made of paper.

A wave of blood splashed into the air as the body burst into pieces, but the blood had served as a little cover for Stark.

The next time the Soul eater saw him, it didn't—

Bam!

Stark blade collided with the beast's second wing, nearly ripping it out of its joint and then with an earthshaking force, he drove its knee into its face, snapping its head back.

"Clap and flash!"

Whoosh!

A light blue aura was pouring out of his skin and the moment his feet landed, he disappeared once again.

Boom! Bang! Clash! Swoosh!

Stark was darting from place to place unleashing havoc upon the mimic. The mimic had shielded itself with its massive wings, the covering managing to block out most of the danger, yet it was not doing good.

It's wings were still broken making it lose one of its valuable assets, it was like a dog that lost its teeth and Stark made sure to take advantage of it.

But then strangely, something Stark would have never expected happened.

Screeech!

His body slowed, power fleeing his limbs as he held onto his ears in a vain attempt to shield out the noise.

"But I damaged its throat. How is it—??"

Stark eyes widened when he realized what was happening. Right before his very eyes, the wings of the mimic was reconstructing itself…

It was using its power of morphing to heal itself.

The mimic walked towards him, rage burning in its dark pupil and it walked while favouring one side due to just how much damage Stark had caused.

Stark was completely paralyzed, unable to move as the mimic arrived, still singing its deranged song.

It steadied itself, and then drove its nasty beak right at Stark.

"Well fuck."

Boom!

Spittle flew out of the mimics mouth as Shifu drove his axe right into the side of its head, cracking its head back with a sickening crunch.

Stunned by the attack, the mimic stopped screeching and Stark regained motion in his limbs. Wasting no second, he sheathed his dagger and held his sword with both hands.

His head was still foggy from the mind attack, his vision was blurred with both rain and blood and his limbs were shaky.

But this was his opportunity.

His last chance to slay the beast.

He lifted his sword above his head and sucked in a deep breath, moving his sword down slowly in a forward slash, and then when not had reached half way—

His gaze darkened as energy exploded out of his blade, dancing in the pouring rain.

Then screamed at the top of his voice, unable to hear himself as he brought his sword down.

"Whispering Ash!"