The Ultimate Host

So what now outsider?" asked Iverson. "You're going to kill me? Akashiri was sharpening his blade across the ice-covered ground. " Yes." There was no to kill Luka. He didn't do anything." This isn't about Luka." After you kill me what will you do? Once I am dead and my heart stops, a powerful bomb will release a deathly gas that will kill anything that inhales it. Killing me is like sending a flare to my comrades. Iverson began laughing like a maniac. As Iverson continued to laugh, Akashiri ran towards Iverson and punched him in his face, cracking his lower jaw. Iverson staggered, puking up chunks of blood. Iverson quickly began rapidly firing at Akashiri. Akashi parried the plasma bolts with ease, slicing the ground creating a giant blue sword beam that was powerful enough to part the thick ice. Iverson rolled out of the way just in time. If he didn't he would have been sliced to pieces like ribbons. Even though he didn't fear death the thought of dying scared him. Cold vapour was coming out of the thick ice. Iverson began laughing. He pulled out a plasma sword, running towards Akashiri. As he clashed his plasma sword with Shaku, it dispersed. Iverson was wide open. Akashiri shoved his sword in his stomach.