My kusarigama’s wind magic could come in handy here, and as the Blood Ogres came at me, I called up some of my tornadoes. I knew my magic was strong enough to pick up one of these fuckers, so I hurled a spinning tornado at the closest one, and used the tornado’s power to lift it up off the ground. I then directed the tornado to hurl the Blood Ogre into a wall, which it did. The Blood Ogre exploded in a shower of blood, bursting into nothing and raining buckets of coagulated blood down on the floor.
“Found your weakness, assholes,” I muttered.
Another human-sized rock came flying through the air at speed, though, and I had to dive to the ground to avoid being flattened like a fucking crepe with extra-red berry sauce. This time the rock was so close to hitting me that it grazed the top of my head. On the other side of the blood pool, my uncle was whirling his flail around his head, calling up some lightning to blast at me. I could deal with that, or I could deal with the stone-chucking Blood Ogres, but not with both at once. Still, the former was clearly the greater threat, so I focused on that for a moment.
My uncle was nigh-on invulnerable with the invisible shield of magic around him—but since it was a Blood magic shield, I figured I knew how to take it down. I commanded all of my undead oblates to attack him simultaneously; with all of their Death magic focused on him, the shield would surely disintegrate. If it didn’t do that, at least the attack would distract him from me.
“You have your Blood Ogres, Rodrick,” I yelled. “But I have zombie oblates, you diarrhea-drinking fuckstick! Suck on some Death lightning, piece of troll shit!”
With that, all of my undead oblates blasted Rodrick simultaneously, and he was hurled back against the wall with the force of their combined lightning streaks. He started firing blasts of red lightning at them from his flail, and each streak of red lightning that hit an oblate blew the undead creature to smithereens—but each blast of their Death lightning knocked him off his feet and—judging from the look of worry and fear that was slowly taking hold on his face—weakened his shield too.
I left the zombie oblates to their work, and turned my attention to the advancing Blood Ogres. Another rock from one of the grotesque monsters came hurtling through the air at me, and it was only thanks to my perfected speed and acrobatics that I was able to dodge it. I flung a howling tornado at the Blood Ogre responsible though, and picked the fucker up with the tornado, before I splattered him into a bloody mess against a huge stone pillar.
I flung another tornado out of my kusarigama and picked up another of the Blood Ogres, but this time I figured I’d try something different, since they were closing in on me. I hurled the Blood Ogre I’d picked up into another. This idea totally backfired; when they collided, the hurled body was simply absorbed into the other, making a new Blood Ogre that was twice the size.
“Shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
I tried to pick the now-gigantic ogre up with another tornado, but it was simply too heavy; I’d have to find another way of dealing with this new monstrosity. I flung another against a wall, making a splash of red juice like a rotten tomato, and just managed to sidestep another huge boulder that was hurled at me. The double-sized Blood Ogre was almost on me now. I used a tornado to fling the last regular-sized one against a wall, leaving me only the massive one to deal with.
I glanced across at my uncle, and saw that he had killed a number of my undead oblates, but he was looking haggard and exhausted. His formerly gleaming red armor was dented all over, while pieces of it had been destroyed and blasted off his body. He was taking some serious damage from the Death lightning, and I suspected that his invisible shield had been destroyed. I couldn’t focus on him just yet, though—I had one last Blood Ogre to deal with.
The huge monster ripped a stone pillar out of the wall and swung it at me like a club. I ducked under the clumsy but powerful blow, and darted forward, slashing through the Blood Demon’s leading leg with the razor-sharp blade of the kusarigama. The thick leg parted as the blade severed it completely, but in a second it simply joined back again, and there was no sign that it had ever been cut. The Blood Ogre swung the pillar at me again, this time crashing the makeshift club toward the ground.
I dodged the blow, ran up the pillar before he could lift it for another swing, cut his head off with the kusarigama, and finally backflipped away from the creature. The head flew up into the air, but then dropped back onto the creature’s neck and simply joined back to the body, as if nothing had happened.
“You just won’t fucking die, will you?” I roared.
The only reply I got was a vicious swing of the pillar that almost turned me into mincemeat; I took that as a no. I barely dodged the attack, and the wind from the passing massive object almost bowled me over. That was when a plan popped into my head. The section of the stone ceiling from which the Blood Ogre had snatched the pillar now looked like it might collapse.
“Come on, fucker,” I growled, moving around and drawing the Blood Ogre forward. “Come on, hit me, I dare you!”
He took another swing at me, and I ducked under the attack, moved subtly back again.
“What’s wrong? Come on, kill me, you asshole, do it!”
The creature staggered
