When Seth appeared in the latest body, his senses finally kicked back in and his mind was flooded with the overwhelming stimuli of dozens of sets of eyes at once. It happened every time he transferred, his senses shut off and he moved through the threads like a telephone signal. It was brief, maybe only a second, but the sights appearing all at once hit him like a flashbang.

It took him a moment to re-calibrate, as it always did, but once he had finally sorted out the barrage of different sights, he finally saw the Heart-Eater dashing towards one of his puppets.

However it was not the one he was currently inhabiting, since he had been chasing him this entire time, but his real body which had been left vulnerable in an attempt to trick and mislead him.

'Shit, how did he find it so fast?'

He didn't have time for a soul transference, it wasn't quick enough and the blast of senses reaffirming themselves would delay him even further. Relying on the threads and controlling his body like a puppet, even for just a second to give him a chance to transfer, was the only way.

As the Heart-Eater rapidly approached, wings folded against his back for extra speed as he held out his thick, muscular and meaty Orc arm out, ready to pierce through his body like a spear and rip out his heart in one go.

Seth acted in instinct, sending the only instructions that came to mind in the heat of the moment.

When the Heart-Eater finally got close, just before his hand could carve apart his nemesis' flesh, Seth's body leaned backward. So far back that he was perfectly parallel with the ground as he bent at the knees, like he was trying to dodge bullets. His leg muscles bulged out and strained as they did their best to carry out his odd instructions.

The Heart-Eater came face to face with Seth for the briefest moment, his baffled expression being met with the utterly blank and lifeless face of a true puppet, before he blasted over Seth's body, carried by his momentum.

Once the Heart-Eater had soared past him, Seth immediately righted up his body and instructed it to spin around to face the enemy as he transferred himself over.

His soul arrived back into its rightful place once more, fitting snugly into his true body like returning to your own warm bed after a week of camping outside in the doghouse.

The sensory overload hit him once again, but it wasn't nearly as bad as the shots of pain pulsating from his calf muscles. That was definitely not a good move to pull off, but the movies made it look so much easier.

Quickly sorting out the deluge of information pouring into his mind, Seth focused completely on his own vision. The army would have to fight for itself right now, he couldn't spare a shred of attention for this battle, one stray thought could easily spell death.

As Seth summoned his dagger, [Kiss of Death], into his hand the Heart-Eater dug his hand into the ground and dug a long furrow through the stone as he used it to slow himself down.

Seth pointed his dagger towards the heartless Heart-Eater, who simply smiled in response, before launching himself forwards with a powerful gust of wind from his wings.

No words were exchanged this time, no pauses or threatening stares. The only communication they needed was the ringing of steel against claws, the only threats being the blood splashing across the cold ground as they went for each other's throats.

A hail of arrows assaulted the Heart-Eater, digging into his flesh and being deflected by the knife tipped tendrils, in an attempt to slow his approach. Seth's supply of arrows was incredibly limited, so he selfishly decided to take even more from the archers close by.

He was sure they'd understand, given the circumstances.

All around him, arrows lifted themselves from the ground, unsheathed themselves from quivers or plucked themselves from various corpses or melted blood puddles. They shot their way over to their new master, eager to serve their purpose, before skewering their way into the flesh of the Heart-Eater.

Whether the arrows landed or plunked off his blades uselessly, Seth severed the connection completely and immediately. He was all too aware of the damage those teeth could do to his soul.

If he didn't need it to control the army behind him, he would have dismissed his Spirit Animal too, lest it be gobbled up by this gluttonous demon.

However, his arrow assault seemed fruitless, as the Heart-Eater powered through any pain he was experiencing and made sure to deflect the shots directed at his vital organs, as well as those made towards his face.

When he finally made it to Seth, he lashed out with a hail of attacks. Swiping madly with his Orcish hand, making a mix of clawed strikes and crushing blows, all while his tendriled arms snaked through the air and constantly lashed out like coiled pythons.

Seth did his best to weave through the attacks all the while using arrows, as well as discarded weapons turned into fresh puppets, to deflect the snaking, bladed tendrils whenever he could.

He was constantly cutting the connection with the discarded weapons whilst they were in the air, to avoid his threads being chomped upon, before quickly reattaching them and reinstating his control over the weapon before it hit the ground.

It was like the world's most intricate and mystical juggling act, one that was causing heavy beads of sweat to form on Seth's forehead. He could feel the cold droplets trickle down his temples, having to blink more and more to keep them out of his eyes, as well as the river of sweat formulating on his lower back.

He was not made for close combat, it was much easier when he was controlling Corvus and didn't have to worry about dying every second.

Seth winced in pain as one of the tendril's blade tore through his shoulder, leaving a long crimson gash, while the Orcish claws just barely grazed his ribs. Yet even with that graze, he could feel the claws scrape against the bone, leaving a small mark on them beneath the ugly wound it made in his flesh.

Resisting the urge to cry out in pain, and to clutch his side with his only defending arm, Seth hopped barely out of reach before trickling power into his legs as he crouched ever so slightly. He gave himself just enough power so that he could leap upwards, reaching higher than the Heart-Eaters head, as he lent backwards.

His back arched, his head fell back and knees bent backwards as he lifted into the air. He recited the stages in his head, before he tucked his knees into his chest, turning into a ball as he tumbled backwards.

Finally, Seth had performed the back flip he had always dreamed of being able to do, ever since the first moment he acquired his abilities and commanded his first puppet.

He had no time to celebrate this momentous achievement, however, as his feet planted on the steel blade of a sword that had flown itself up behind him. Staying suspended in the air, and acting as a platform for Seth, he pushed off the sword and sent himself flying over the Heart-Eater's head.

He lashed out with his dagger as the Heart-Eater looked up to watch him, slashing across the bastard's face and carving a deep gash into one of his eyes.

Ignoring the wretched monsters yells of pain, another discarded sword flew its way into Seth's path just in time for him to spin his body and use it as a foothold in the sky. Kicking off the sword, Seth leapt out of the way of the Heart-Eaters retaliatory, rage filled strikes and slashed at the tendrils that were lashing at him with the [Kiss of Death].

He kept bouncing around like this, using his threads to puppeteer his juggling weapons into the air to act as footholds before sending them off to attack his enemy. All he needed to do was keep some distance between himself and his enemy, instead of letting him keep the advantage in close quarters.

As Seth leapt off another blade and bounded into the air like a happy Italian plumber, the Heart-Eater weaved himself out of the path of the incoming weapon as his eyes turned black.

It was like his pupils had turned to ink and were leaking out, flooding the rest of his eyes with their blackness. In a matter of seconds, both of his eyes had shifted to fully, blackened voids, seemingly sacrificing the Cat-Sìth's vision for something else. But for what, you might ask? Well, Seth didn't have to wait long to find that out.

Two more sets of eyes, around half the size of his current ones, manifested themselves next to the original, like little black beads that grew from his skin, before the Heart-Eater opened his mouth wide and spewed out a thick, white substance.

The silken spider webs latched onto Seth's foot as he leapt, halting his momentum and dragging him from the skies. With the tilt of his head, the Heart-Eater slammed Seth into the ground, causing it to shudder as dust burst outwards as if there was a miniature explosion.

As his back slammed against the ground, forcing the ground itself to shatter into a crater, Seth spluttered out a mouthful of blood before gasping loudly. The ground wasn't the only thing to shatter, his rib-cage splintering and sending waves of pain rocketing throughout his body as the wind was forced from his lungs.

'Ow...'

With another tug of his neck, the Heart-Eater dragged Seth from his self made crater and swung him through the air like a hammer throw, sending him crashing through puppets, human warriors and Hemogoblins alike.

His transcendent body being used like a mere mace as he smashed, splattered and crashed his way through both armies before finally the silken shackle around his ankle snapped.

As soon as the web holding him snapped, Seth was sent tumbling through the air, splattering through enemy lines like a charging bull, before slamming into the ground and dragging a large trail into the air.

Coughing out another lungful of blood, Seth pried his eyes open, only to see a scarlet horse's hoof stomping towards the ground. His head was, of course, unfortunately placed between the hoof and the ground, ready to be crushed like a watermelon.

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.