The Prince of Nothing battered his defense until it was completely unraveled, then callously sent a devastating punch flying toward Sunny's temple.
Sunny knew that he would not be able to evade it, deflect it, or block it.
He didn't try.
Instead, he turned his head slightly and took the blow straight on.
'Ah… crap…'
Despite Mordret's slender build and refined manners, his fist truly packed a punch.
Sunny did not even feel any pain, just found himself suddenly dazed and reeling. He could also feel blood streaming down his face from a cut above his brow.
But that did not stop him from raising both hands and catching Mordret's wrist.
The Prince of Nothing frowned.
"What are you…"
Pulling his enemy off balance, Sunny unceremoniously head-butted him in the face. Mordret staggered back with a stifled curse, blood pouring from his nose. Before he could recover, Sunny pivoted on one foot and delivered a powerful roundhouse kick to the side of his head. No matter how skilled Mordret was, he was still thrown to the ground in a daze.
"How about I reunite you with your father, bastard?"
Taking a step forward, Sunny prepared to stomp on Mordret's head and crack his skull.
But instead, something glinted in the red neon light, and he felt a chill penetrate his flesh, followed by sharp pain.
Grasping his side, Sunny staggered back.
His pants were already soaked by rain, but now, they were being washed by blood, too.
'That… damn miscreant…'
Mordret slowly rose to his feet, smiling darkly. There was a narrow switchblade in his hand, its pale steel painted red.
'Why is everyone dying to stab me today?!'
Sunny let out an infuriated growl.
"You think a little knife will stop me from killing you?"
The growl...seemed to take Mordret aback. Enough so for him to hesitate, at least — instead of trying to stab Sunny, he looked somewhere behind him warily and lowered the switchblade. "Maybe not. But they will."
Turning his torso to see what Mordret was looking at — while still keeping an eye on the bastard — Sunny saw a few silhouettes looming in the windows of his apartment complex.
He could not discern their features, but his neighbors were all eerily motionless, still, all staring down at him with glassy eyes.
Dozens of them.
Mordret smiled faintly.
"Detective Sunless… I suggest you stop behaving erratically."
His smile faded quickly, though.
"Unless you want to become the next victim of the Nihilist, that is."