Her Soul and His Blood novel Chapter 31

Mr.Benjamin ran his sword towards Zella.Zella held the blade even,a perfect, undaunted horizon,leveled with the nose.She had stalled the man's strike,but watched a wretched stained grin split Mr.Benjamin's lips as her blade shivered under the brutality of his compelling strength.

"Weapons do not belong in the hands of women."he throatily crooned, pressing closer to her face. The blade flashed as he brought it over his head and hummed a low, swift tune when he brought it down.

"Well I don't need a sword then." She threw her sword, stood still, her ocean blue eyes shined, there was a blue luminescence coming out of her whole body, throwing him away to the ground.

Her balled fist collided with cheekbone,flaying his neck backward like a willow caught in the wind. Her eyes were completely shining with its full power, throwing him away towards Hance.

Benjamin wasn't afraid to get blood on his jewel encrusted rings. "Shit, it hurts." He cursed under his breathe. Hance's head jerked back and he tasted the copper tang in his mouth. Benjamin was arrogant for one, that flaunted with flurries of kicks and flaps, fast but left himself open. Hance let him jab him just to get the blood rushing in heat. Hance wanted to see Benjamin smile his sharp canine fangs out and roar back at him. Benjamin was fast but Hance was more focused not staring in his eyes,but at his chest, the center point for all attack.

Hance could see his shoulder,waist and whenever Benjamin was going to attack. Hance grabbed him and hit his leg,hammer fist, very hard. Benjamin screamed, each blow was precise, an exhale of breathe with each one. Hance felt his fist lamd on Benjamin's gut,the once hard bones along his body now crumpled like cereal.

Benjamin started to get slower. Hance's canines are out his mouth, his eyes turned crimson red, showing his anger and range. Hance got faster, he was penetrating his defenses before Benjamin could turn around. Finally he gagged then spat blood one last time, he fell, cracked on the ground. His chest rose a few more times before he finally gave up, breathing his last breathe.

Mr.Peterson pulls his sword back and with all his might pushes the sword aiming at the chest of Lance. His sword pass through the flesh, blood flowing through the edges of the sword. His shirt is covered with blood, the point of the sword is not visible.

Zella screams loudly, "Hance". Lance blinks his eyes certain amount of times, his hands were shivering, he couldn't consume what just happened. He saw Hance standing in front of him bending his head downwards and heard Zella screaming.

Hance 's knees touches the ground, his hands waving in the air, and then his head hit the ground. The sword piercing his chest and blood flowing from it. His crimson red eyes turned brown, his breathe shallowed, his hands were over his chest area.

'Dominus et anima spiritus' Zella waved her hand back and then front throwing Mr.Peterson towards the rock, hitting him hard and giving them a gap to go towards Hance.

"Hance, please open your eyes and look at me." Zella's said in shivering voice holding his face on her hands.

Lance's eyes widened, his eyes turned blue, he looked away and then closed his eyes and fist. His eyes turned normal, he calmed himself down and came towards Hance and Zella. Lance rested his head on his lap, Hance started coughing out blood.

"Brother, I am sorry, please stay with me. I need you, I can't afford to loose you again. These many years we were away from each other due to that bastard. Please Hance, be with me."