Reincarnation

Chapter Twelve

I took out a sword of my own, mocking his stance. His sword began cackling with lightning, and I took a step back, startled.

A magical weapon huh. Well I'm fucked, I'm not even A ranked with my rapier.

My thoughts must have reflected on my face, because in a second all the fear he had was gone, and he ran towards me.

I lifted my sword to parry, but the instant he made it in front of me, he disappeared. Hearing something in front of me, I turn behind me.

Sloppily parrying his attack, I slowly began being pushed back by an onslaught of his rapid fire attacks.

Overconfidence is a bitch. I knew my sword was my weakest weapon.

Suddenly, he appeared to slip up, his sword not even meeting mine. I take the opportunity to attack.

Big mistake on my part.

He once again disappears, and I turn behind me to block but this time he isn't there. My eyes wildly search the area around for him.

I look above me to find him falling towards me, sword in place to cut me open.

Lightning shoots at me as I throw myself forward, avoiding the worst of the attack. But I feel my back, burnt and bleeding from the damage it took.

I roll out the way as a barrage of lightning bolts head towards me from the sky. Blindly I throw scalding hot water at the direction I last saw him. A screech in pain tells me I hit my target at least once.

"I haven't had an opponent this good in a long time." He chuckled, walking towards me slowly.

"Likewise," I reply, casting a low level healing spell to slowly repair my back.

He raises an eyebrow, and I notice an unnatural glint on his sword. He's buying time to charge a spell.

His sword begins emitting bright blue lightning in arcs as he starts circling me, an arrogant smirk on his face.

"Oh really, it seems to me you're having a bit of trouble,"

I grit my teeth and glare.

"Alright fuck this," I mumble.

I don't need to take this.

My breathing slows down to a near stop, as does the world around me, and I begin to think.

Which form should I take? At this point I can tell this guy is just fucking with me. I could transform into a teifling. Those guys are seen as fiends and demons, so that would give him a scare.

Maybe being a beastkin would surprise him and boost my speed? Nah, I wanna be done with this guy. I'm pretty sure he works for slave traders.

Angel? No

Humans are just plain lame.

Dragon? I cackled in my head and out loud, and the world begins speeding back up.

"Sorry, but I'm gonna have to cut this short." I say to him, a grin on my face.

He looks confused, and I use a spell to put some distance between us.

"Running away? I thought you were better than that," He says, trying to taunt me.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but he's cut off as I [Transform].

I begin glowing, and I feel my bones elongate. My teeth sharpen, my nose and mouth feel like they are being forcefully being pulled to the front of me.

My nails pull back into my body, and claws take their place. I feel thousands of scales begin to grow on my skin.

I don't know where my clothes went, but my ring was still on one of my claws. Clumsily activating it, I summon a mirror. Realizing that was way too small for me, I create reflective water to look at myself with.