"Oh fuck, oh mother of God."
The skeleton took a step, and suddenly, it was in front of Mike sending its blade in a full arc at his head. Mike fell back, arching. He saw strands of his black hair fall. He had missed death just by a hair length.
The skeleton cut down, and Mike was forced to sidestep. He took a leap back, creating a distance between them.
It chuckled, "You really are going to be fun. If you do survive this, take all of mine gold, make sure to put them to use, make them useful."
Again, Mike could not understand it, and he merely assumed that it was talking to itself. He held his palms, steady for a barrage of wind.
Next he saw was the runed blade in front of his face. It would slice through it seamlessly—like hot butter if it landed, but he rolled downwards, avoiding the blow.
It was almost like the skeleton teleports. Mike was beginning to entertain the notion. The only time he could see the thing move was when it prepared to come for him and when it attacked.
He took two leaps back, and then a backflip. Aura flared about him, and his breathing was hurried. Every part of him felt the stakes on ground: his life. He was at a huge disadvantage against this creature that as far as he knew could not feel fatigued unlike him, and it made him afraid.
He knew, his wind attacks were not going to be enough, and that he could not keep at the fight for long anymore. He could slip up at any moment, and it was just a matter of time.
The skeleton pirate stabbed its sword into the gold causing a little chime. The pitch black sword got even darker, and a dark mist swirled around it almost instantly. Something came from the dark mist.
Black tentacles jutted from the midst at Mike. He avoided it by propelling himself to the side with gusts of wind. It had almost reached him, and though it was slower than the pirate(he could see it come), evading it was not easier.
It struck the coins Mike had stood on, and a slick black substance spread across it. Mike watched as the gold coins turned liquid and black, the slick eating through them.
He spun, swinging his arms, and then sent blades of wind at the pirate. The black eerie tentacles rose and intercepted the attack. It was like the wind blades sunk into the creature's tentacles with how they simply disappeared.
The tentacles themselves were large, thick and wrong. Their suckers appeared diseased, swollen and from it poured a black corrosive goo.
Mike swallowed, he had entertained the thought that things could not get worse for him here, but they managed to. Not only did he have to escape a giant pirate whose movements were mostly oblivious to him, but also its beastly friend from hell.
Despite his feeling of despair, he never gave up an inkling of hope that he would escape here and survive. No. It could be the empowering effect of the abundance of radiance, but he knew, he was not going to give up.
He raised his right leg focusing his radiant aura, causing his flesh to momentarily bulge and enlarge, and he stomped the ground. The gold coins beneath his feet sunk, and a vertical wave of wind zoomed to hit the pirate skeleton. Coins splitted at the move, flying and then raining. The tentacles remained steady in front of the skeleton pirate. The blow struck, and despite the tenacity of the attack, the blast was absorbed. It was almost like it had not been there in the first place.
"You see, nothing you do can stop it. Though that does not mean you should give up the struggle. No, you must continue." It roared and laughed in a way that told of great age.
"My turn," it bellowed, held up its sword horizontally by its right shoulder. Every hairs on Mike stood. He knew the creature wanted to end things.
The black slick tentacles reverted behind it, hovering like an automated defense mechanism.
Then, it moved, and its sword came for a cleave. Mike tried to move, to dodge the attack. Every bit of his muscles ached, cried as he pushed past his limit. All he did was to duck the attack targeted for his head, and though he was able to keep his head safe, he felt a sharp pain through his arm.
Gusts of wind erupted beneath his feet with such intensity. He was blasted forward, almost crashing into his assailer, and then he fell. The door was merely just a couple of meters away—the closest he had been yet. He didn't do as little as to glance at his mutilated arm bubbling with black goo as he ran despite the sharp, tearing pain he felt. He didn't. All that mattered was his escape.
He held his breath and his veins popped from the adrenaline, the pain. The sight was both horrific and comical: A naked man spilling a black slick while a massive creature from the underworld prepared for its next move.
The giant skeleton creature raised its massive sword, and it flared with a dark deathly aura. It held out its sword by its face ready for a sharp thrust.
"It ends here fellow thief!" It screamed and lunged.