Villain of my own novel

Without answering any of the questions thrown at him, Eshwar continued to dodge and parry almost all the attacks thrown at him, since the attacks Vinny threw at him were too strong to completely block them for the current Eshwar.

"Answer me! Have you experienced regression?!!" Vinny asked in a loud roar, yet he didn't receive a single answer.

"You f**king retard! Answer me!" Vinny yelled at the top of his lungs, and noticing he didn't get an answer, he decided to kill the son of a bit*h in front of him and took out a pair of broadswords from his inventory.

Tossing a wooden broadsword at Eshwar, "Take it; it's a sword you gave me, and this is also a sword you made for me." Vinny said as he tossed another broadsword at Eshwar.

One was a wooden broadsword, and the other was a cracked ice attributed artefact-like broadsword; it looked mesmerising with the unfreezing ice holding the sharp shattered pieces of the sword in the corners, emphasising the whole sword.

(AN: A sword Eshwar made for Vinny in ch 19: The Golden Dragon.)

CLATTER

Dropping the broadsword in his hand, Eshwar caught the pair of broadswords tossed at him and held one in each hand without much difficulty.

"Thank you." Eshwar thanked Vinny, who could feel the sincerity in his words.

"This f**ker." Vinny cursed under his breath, gritting his teeth.

Placing the wooden broadsword on his shoulders, Eshwar clenched the other with his left hand as his gaze turned sharper before it landed on Vinny, who noticed the challenge in Eshwar's gaze and took out an ominous, black longsword, burning in red flames, and zoomed towards Eshwar with his gaze fixed on his target.

CLANK

Parrying Vinny's horizontal slash, Eshwar raised the wooden sword and swung it diagonally downward at Vinny, who gazed at the incoming sword swing with a mocking smile on his face.

"!!!" Suddenly, his eyes dilated when he felt the force behind Eshwar's sword swing increase.

BOOM

Vinny, who had disappeared from the spot, reappeared a few steps behind, gazing at Eshwar with a cold gaze.

"Don't be so surprised; you knew of the sword's ability." Eshwar's mumble sounded.

'F**k, I shouldn't have handed him those swords; for a brief moment, I had forgotten that he was the one who taught me how to properly wield that sword.' Vinny cursed inwardly.

"It's nothing if I just overpower you with my strength." Vinny scoffed and zoomed towards Eshwar.

CLACK

CLUNK

CLANK

Vinny's flashy sword attacked Eshwar in all directions; some of them were parried, some were tanked with his body, and some were dodged. Burnt cut scars began to pile up on Eshwar's body as his cadet training outfit burned, revealing the gruesome burnt cuts stacking upon the other deep scars on his Greek god-like body.

"You made me kill my own father!" Vinny roared as he attacked.

"You killed my friends!!!"

"You made my lover despise me!"

"You are the reason, I'm like this!" Vinny complained.

CLUNK-!

"It seems like you are misunderstanding something here." It was only then that Eshwar began to speak.

"You killed your own father, as you said, because you didn't believe him or speak to him about anything that had happened to you, nor did you ask if he planned to kill off your friends and your family, of course, which YOU KILLED WITH YOUR OWN TWO HANDS because you lacked basic trust and communication." Eshwar's cold, indifferent voice resounded throughout the entire coliseum.

"Your friends were vampires, and I am a vampire hunter, so I did what I had to." He said, continuing to pin all of Vinny's claims back on him with the name of "clearing up the misunderstanding."

"You s*xually assaulted your lover, who found comfort with me at that time." Eshwar said, poking exactly where it hurt.

"The real reason for you becoming like the current you is your incompetence. You are just a man-child that's throwing a tantrum right now." Eshwar's said, and that comment sealed it; Vinny's bottled-up rage exploded out, making those present in the coliseum flinch for a split second.

Even though Eshwar was the target of the extreme killing intent oozing out of Vinny, he was struggling, but his confidence hadn't flattered even a bit, nor had his indifference disappeared.

Slowly, a neon green, raging bull materialised behind Vinny as it readied itself to rush at its target.

"You...!" Vinny glared at Eshwar, and by the next instance, he disappeared from the spot he stood and reappeared behind Eshwar, swinging his flaming longsword diagonally downward.

SLASH

SPLURT-!

"....." Stumbling forward, Eshwar gazed back at Vinny over his shoulder, only to be kicked right in the large, burning cut on his back.

WHOOOOMMM-!

Eshwar flew across the 1,000-foot coliseum, noticing that the other match wasn't taking place, before he flipped mid-air and

BAM-!

Colliding against the coliseum's wall, just beneath the seating area, Eshwar slumped down on the ground with both of the broadswords clenched in his hands, coughing out several mouthfuls of blood, as Vinny walked towards him without his sword in his hands.

He sat on Eshwar's laps and glared at the almost knocked-out Eshwar, who had blood trickling down the back of his neck.

"Oi," Vinny called out.

PATT-!

And slapped upon not receiving any answer to his call, "Oi." Vinny called out again.

PAT-!

"Answer me."

PAT-!

"ANSWER ME!"

PATT-!

Blood trickled down from the corners of Eshwar's lips, though it wasn't that noticeable since Eshwar's entire face had already turned bloody.

*WHISPER*

"Hm? Do you finally feel like answering?" Hearing a nearly inaudible whisper in front of him, Vinny asked in a mocking tone and leaned forward towards Eshwar's bloodied face to listen to what he was saying.

"Should I ask him to take over or not? If it's "him," he'll take care of him in an instant. No, no, I shouldn't think in such a weak way; if I ask him for help then, it means I gave up, and he'll be disappointed in me again. I have to think of other ways-" Vinny, who heard Eshwar's mumbles and frowned deeply.

"It seems like you are still overestimating yourself." Vinny said, standing and backing up before taking out his burning longsword and pointing it at Eshwar's blood-dyed body.

'Hah! He is still acting all high and mighty even now; it seems like he is still on airs due to his strong past self!' Vinny scoffed inwardly; he wanted to get a reaction out of Eshwar, which was harder than he expected; he wanted to see Eshwar beg and plead with him to stop, as he toyed with him, but he was yet to even get a groan from Eshwar, and Vinny couldn't even feel anger coming from Eshwar, who was left in tatters. What could he do to make such a person feel despair? While questioning himself, he heard his own demonic but advising voice in his mind that said, 'Inflict more pain.' Chuckling at the suggestion, a cruel smile crept up on Vinny's face, and

"Hellfire." He mumbled, and his burning longsword flickered, throwing a spark of red flames at Eshwar.

WHOOOOMMM-!

Setting Eshwar ablaze, yet nothing seemed to be happening. Vinny couldn't even get an ounce of reaction from Eshwar's now burning body. He could feel a few magical bursts in the crowd, which seemed to be the staff that were going to stop the fight. Well, Vinny had no plans of stopping now.

"Eshwar! Use your trump cards; there is no real need to hide them!" An alluring woman's cold, indifferent voice resounded throughout the entire coliseum, garnering the attention of the entire crowd.

'He had trump cards? Yet he hadn't shown any?' Vinny frowned deeply and glanced at the black-haired woman, whose voice just resounded.

'Isha....' Vinny gritted his teeth and flinched when an ingenious idea popped up in his mind that had a 100% chance of getting a reaction out of Eshwar.

"I forgot-" Eshwar's indescribable words mumbled amid the burning sound, but his words stopped when he heard the next words that came out of Vinny's mouth.

"I'll get a reaction out of you if I "s*xually assault" your lover publicly, won't I?" Vinny muttered aloud with an ominous smile on his face, and as soon as those words resounded throughout the entire coliseum, the 1,000-foot ground's temperature dropped by several degrees, abruptly.

Sending chills down the spines of those present.

FISSSSS....

Though Vinny didn't know why, that fiss sound sounded like a requiem in his ears, and by the next instance, after Vinny blinked once, he saw the fire engulfing Eshwar blown out like a candle; smoke rose from Eshwar's nearly roasted body, and from then on, Vinny could see Eshwar's body was healing at a rate visible to the naked eye; the burnt cut scars too healed, but not completely; they were just adding a few new scars to his already scar-filled body.

Before the smoke entirely blew off, Eshwar stood up, dropped his broadswords, and walked towards Vinny, placing his hand on Vinny's chest. Eshwar ripped off his cadet training outfit and, stumbling back, wrapped the cloth around the lower half of his naked body.

Vinny, who felt the cue of his death, zoomed aside and picked up the broadswords, and

PIERCE-!!

Stabbed Eshwar's back at his kidneys with both of the broadswords and left them there so that Eshwar wouldn't heal. Stumbling forward, Eshwar stopped himself with one strong step, took a deep breath, puffing out his chest, and

"GRAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"

A monstrous roar resounded throughout the entire coliseum, forcing everybody to slump back.