two attackers seemed to take it upon themselves to slip right past him on either side, crashing into the door behind the Hunter. With a sound like a slap in the mud, they were promptly smashed flat. All that remained were viscous black stains.
While it was unclear when D had drawn the weapon, the sight of the dully gleaming blade in his right hand made the two men on horseback look at each other.
âHell, theyâll just be throwing their lives away,â Sai Fung said as he gazed with pity at the half-dozen water warriors still surrounding D. âStand back. Iâm coming through.â
âNo,â Zanus countered. âI let you deliver that Noblewoman to Dr. de Carriole. Now itâs my turn to have some fun.â
Digging his heels into the belly of his cyborg horse, he advanced on his mount through the rain.
âYou look weary; you know that, D?â Zanus called down to him from horseback. Astonishingly enough, heâd been able to ascertain Dâs physical condition from the last bit of swordsmanship. From a stroke of such ungodly speed no one shouldâve detected anything out of the ordinary.
âLet me share something else with you. Youâre already under my spell.â
Surprise was shown not by D, but rather by Sai Fung.
âGo!â Zanus bellowed, and this time a trio of figures rushed D at his command.
After each and every one of those around him had been reduced to something that was neither muck nor clay, fresh blood erupted from both of Dâs shoulders.
âYour arms didnât seem to move very well. That would be thanks to the doll you found out on the road through the rocks. It had the same face as you, didnât it? Well, thatâs because itâs you. And through that doll, you yourself are now a puppet under my control.â
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II
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âHow do you like this, Hunter? I made another one!â Zanus said, reaching around to his back with his right hand, and holding a fresh and lovely visage glowing in that same hand when it returned. It was Dâs faceâor rather, a mask of it.
In antiquity, it was believed that photographs or masks that reproduced someoneâs face had the magical ability to draw the soul out of their subject, and the masks crafted by this Zanus character seemed to exhibit the very power mentioned in those old tales. For the briefest instant, Dâs soul would be transferred to the two masks that were identical to him and he would fall under the control of their creator, Zanus. Just enough time for him to fire a stake through the Hunterâs heart.
The remaining water warriors crushed in around D, and a second later, a flash of white light sliced off their heads, melting them away.
But look. Bright blood was gushing from Dâs right side.
âAll while under my spellâyouâre good,â Zanus remarked with unexaggerated admiration as he pulled tight on the reins. Whinnying, his cyborg horse poised to advance. âAt long last, itâs me youâll face. Keep your gloves on, because youâll be needing them to knock on heavenâs gates.â
The grayish horse and rider raced through the driving rain. Zanusâs right hand already gripped a longsword.
Even covered in fresh blood as he was, D stood like a solitary piece of black ironwork. His face looked at the other. It was at just that instant that a crack ran down the length of the beautiful mask the man held up so high.
âAh!â Zanus cried out in desperation on noticing the crack, but only after heâd bounded for D.
The black-garbed figure of unearthly beauty whoâd leapt up over his head brought his blade down with a might and speed that showed no sign in the least of being spellbound, splitting the mask maker from the tip of his head to the middle of his chest with one stroke.
A vermilion hue swirled through the ash-gray world.
As D came back to earth, the wall of rain slapped against his face, seemingly
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