Deathrow16:Defeat

“Okay I’m up, quit touching me!” Assassino yelled to the hellhound viciously “go help that damn boss of yours I have other things on agenda like getting back in that fight.” The hellhound turned back and ran in search of Hades.
The ghost town was in smoke and dust, craters and wreckage. Explosions were protruding out of every area still intact and engulfing them in large quantities.
“Graaaa!” Ge’es roared as he swept his leg at Yussupov who tripped over it but twirled horizontally in the air.
When Yussupov stopped in mid air suspension and was directly over, back facing Ge’es with one leg bent over and one leg stretched and raised to his chest. Ge’es was on the ground his reaction time was off and Yussupov dropped his leg on top him in the same way guillotine comes down on a mans head. The dark mans ribs gave off a crackle, Yussupov rolled away to recover himself of the ground and away from Ge’es. Ge’es grunted. Ge’es slowly got up, when he was on his knees Yussupov kicked him in the chin and he fell back this time faintly but surely struggling to bring himself back up. He squirmed a little in irritant pain, “Ge’es you are far to weak, out of shape more so.” Yussupov said in disappointment.
Ge’es sat up on his knees once more panting and somewhat giving up. He looked at Yussupov, to him at this moment was more like a tower to him. Yussupov stuck out his right arm and his hand stretched out. Yussupov shut his hand into a fist swiftly and quickly Ge’es coughed up blood, which dripped from his mouth down his chin and onto the ground. “Ge’es I have just imploded your heart and as you know that’s Mikan no noryoku” Ge’es collapsed face forward.
“Hey, Hey! Yussupov hows it going need any help “ Assassino shouted from the distance as he got closer. “Wait he’s already dead, damn it” he said in dissapointment.
“Well aren’t you late?” Yussupov asked “anyways it doesn’t matter our job was to kill this man specifically and we did the others were debatable that and to see your stuff kid I believe with more time and practice you could hone your skills and be truly a mandarin. So I believe you pass the little initiation as well.”
“Really now…I’M MISSING A DAMN ARM!!!” Assassino yelled.
“Don’t worry about a such a trivial thing we’ll get you a new arm just like the last and well make it as painless as possible.”
“What? How are you going to accomplish such a feet?”
“I know people up in the higher class no need of concern.”
“Well I am”
“Well whether you trust me or not, you’ll just have to see when it happens” Yussupov replied.
“humph” Assassino grunted in response.
The former mandarins body lay on the dusty land. In his left hand was his scythe held tightly between his clenched palm. Yussupov bent over to take it he lightly unclenched his hand and slowly removed it from his possession. He held it in both hands then let go of it with his left hand and raised it to the blue sunny sky against the shine of the sun, and as it gleamed he noticed that the blade was tinted with pale blue his eyes widen and he whispered to himself “hmmm this faintly recalls a memory of a story I was told by my mum when I was little.”
Assassino caught the whisper “what are you mumbling about.
“Nothing, but I’m taking this with us and leaving a note for the jailer if he comes back. Do you have a slip of paper?” Yussupov asked.
“Nope.”
“Huh fine” he stuck his finger in his mouth and his cheeks puffed up then he pulled the finger out soaked in a red substance and began to write the ground.
“What are you doing? And what is that?” Assassino questioned.
“Leaving a little I.O.U. and im using blood to write.” He answered as he dragged his fingers in the ground.
“What blood? What’s wrong with you? And how do you just pull blood out of your mouth?”
“Well to answer your question all at once…” he turned and pointed at two red lines at leading from his mouth under his chin to the edge of his throat near his thyroids glands. “These are two extra veins I was born with which enable me to spit out blood and use it for … how you say military purposes or purposes involving killing and various other harmful uses this is the only use that allows me to exploit it for something other than that.”
“Really now, interesting but how is spitting blood lethal in any way?” Assassino asked.
Yussupov replied as he got up and finished his message. He pointed towards the message “my blood is acidic it burns and melts anything or anyone except for the host of the cells it lives in. in short the blood of a count vampire runs in my veins unfortunately I don’t have fangs which is were the extra veins comes in, there are valves in my gums that open on thought, that and the fact that It lacks the supernatural healing properties like a count classed vamp, you see Assasino I have multiple ethnicities coexisting in me evenly allowing me to exploit various other abilities which as of right now I have no reason to show you.”
For some time Assassino starred at Yussupov then he spoke back “you are long winded person aren’t you?” Yussupov starred with scowl for a little while.
“Enough of this. Were heading back. The trash is taking care of and you meet the requirements to be t a mandarin. “ He drew from his coat pocket a red beaded necklace “ Assassino put your hand up on my shoulder.”
“Fine.” Assassino did, the beads glowed.
The glow enveloped them in a red light and ate them making them vanish in thin air. Leaving Ge’es whom was beginning to pale out and die.