Life Of A Nobody - as a Villain



Myra pushed the door open slowly while signalling to Esme to be prepared. 

She could sense around 7-8 people inside. Since Ayla said she lives alone with her father now, she could guess whoever it was, wasn't someone related to her. 

'You thought you could run away huh'

'Did you think it would be that easy.'

'Our money isn't something you can just take and leave.'

The voices inside rang in her ears, as she focused and readied her stance. 

But before she could take even one step inside, a fireball landed on the place she was standing. 

Her figure blurred and she appeared a few steps back. 

"You shouldn't have come here, pretty girl" the masked man sneered, his voice cold and menacing. 

When the smoke from the earlier blast cleared Myra could see 3 men standing in front of her. One of them who had his face covered in a black mask came forward to ask her. 

"Who are you?"

"Shouldn't I ask that, since you attacked me first?" Myra replied. 

"That was just a warning."

"This isn't the time and place for you to snoop around. Leave before this becomes the last thing you see." He said, glancing at Myra who was unscathed. 

With a swift movement, the masked man lunged at Myra, his sword aiming for her chest. But she parried the blow with her own sword, the clash of metal ringing through the air. 

"I could say the same." 

She said, as her figure blurred again, her speed was fast enough that all one could see was just a trail of black fog moving around. 

-clank-. 

-clank-

The masked man smirked, his sword held firmly in his hand. "You think you can defeat me, pretty girl?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. 

"Deal with the other ones, I'll handle her." 

The masked man said, glancing at his partner. 

The one clash of sword was enough to tell him the strength of this uninvited guest. 

Previously he was haughty because he couldn't sense her rank or power, so thinking it was probably some random dude wandering around or some neighbors. 

But he understood that no one with this strength should be living in the slums of the Haven. 

'A rank. Boss never said we'll meet one."

"Let's finish this fast and leave." He said, as his partnees turned to leave. 

One of them jumped and left, while the other had his leg bound by a rope, that pulled him back down, crashing him against the floor with a loud thud. 

"Did I say you could leave?" 

Myra said, as she channeled her mana. As the mana got sucked into the rope, it changed its appearance to a thorny chain that stuck its fangs inside the man. The little thorns leaving deep gashes on his feet, who was trying to take it off. 

-ahhhh- 

His scream echoed as blood started leaking from his leg. 

"Damn bitch, you'll pay for that." He said, and conjured another fireball that he threw towards her. 

Myra smiled and backed away, while dragging the cord with a playful pull, eliciting another scream from the man. 

With a flick of her wrist, she used her element, as she disappeared from her place, reappearing again from the shadow of the wounded man. 

The second masked man looked around in confusion, unable to find Myra. Suddenly feeling a gust of wind behind him, but before he could turn around, Myra hit him in the head with the sword's hilt knocking him unconscious. 

'One down two to go.' 

She thought, as she heard the sounds of fighting from the upstairs. It was Esme, who was engaged in a battle with the man who ran away from her. 

The masked man witnessing his partner getting easily knocked out, slashed his sword at the girl, whose figure turned into smoke again. 

He looked around trying to find where she went. 

Myra appeared from his shadow again as she swung her sword to his head, but before she could hit him, he blocked it. 

"Using the same trick again. It won't work on me." 

He said, as he threw a punch at her guts. 

His hands were covered in mana, that was enough to push her back. 

But despite successfully getting a hit in, he wasn't happy, but his brows were furrowed, as he glanced at his hand. 

'Armor' he thought, as he felt his fingers a little numb from the earlier collision. 

Looking closely at the girl who appeared to interrupt them, he noticed her clothes.

'Someone rich and powerful.' He thought as he caught the whip that was about to hit him. 

His hands felt the slight sting, but ignoring it he pulled the whip towards him with all his strength, while swinging his sword in a vertical slash. 

Myra blocked it with her sword, but soon a kick came striking towards her from the side. Moving backwards while changing the shape of the whip to a thorny one again. 

But noticing the change, the masked man let go of it. 

Putting the whip away, Myra brought out another sword.

"Your time's up."

Myra ran towards him, swinging her swords in a swift motion, her moves unreadable by the opponent, as he tried to block them. 

The clanking of the swords continued for a while, as both showed their all, finally taking this fight seriously. 

For Myra it was because she just noticed something outside, while the masked man had realized the true rank of the girl he was playing around with. 

They were both the same rank. He was taking it lightly as he thought he could finish her when he wanted with the power gap between them, but this delusion of his only wasted his time, as he noticed the fight upstairs was coming to an end. 

The screams and shouts that he was hearing all this time were getting less and less. And he knew whoever was fighting his other partners would soon come to help this girl. 

He already heard some fighting sounds from outside, but he didn't have hopes for them. 

The ones outside were just duds he kept to keep a lookout and vehicles ready. 

'Useless duds.' He thought, as he tried to sense the scene outside. 

'I should leave.'

'This is getting troublesome.' He thought. 

"You should focus on your head." Myra mocked, before swinging her sword at his head. 

The masked man scoffed and raised his sword to block the attack, but his eyes widened, when instead of the clanking sound he hoped to hear, the sword in the girl's hands started turning into a dagger, slipping past his sword. 

Before he could react the shortened dagger slashed his chest, leaving a deep cut that made him wince in pain. 

"Ukhhh" He let out a cry of pain, staggering back. 

Taking a few steps back, while holding his wounded parts, trying to cover the blood that was gushing out. 

Taking a few steps back more, he took out a potion in a hurry and drank it, but unlike the sweet warm sensation of healing, a burning feeling of pain hit his stomach. 

Glancing at the wound which had darkened a little, he understood the reason. As sweat started forming on his face. 

'Poison'

"Told you, focus on your head." Myra's words rang as she threw the poison dagger at him.

He bent sideways as the dagger missed his head and etched half of its blade in the wall behind. 

Engaging in another sword fight, they both continued, but when the man finally thought he found an opening, his sword passed through the figure of the girl, who turned to smoke. 

Only to appear behind him, and stabbing him with the same poisoned dagger. 

-ahhh-

He moved forwards to remove the dagger, but his screams intensified as the dagger turned to a spear next second, impaling him to the ground. 

-urgh ugh Argh

The man gurgled as blood trickled from his mouth, the effects of poison eroding his body. 

"Let me go. You have no idea who you're messing with." The masked man said, trying to suppress the pain, by using his mana to stop the blood loss. 

But that was another mistake. As the poison Shadow's of Blake family uses, only becomes more potent with mana's reaction. 

Myra watched as the masked man's strength waned, his movements growing weaker with each passing moment. Soon his body went limp, and he lay motionless hung on the spear. 

"You took your time." Esme said, coming down from the stairs, her clothes still covered in the some blood, so was her face. 

'Vampires. Such a nuisance.' Myra thought, while looking at Esme's face. 

"Atleast wipe your face. You'll scare the kids." She said. 

"I think, we found the father of that girl. He's upstairs. She wasn't lying it seems." Esme replied. As she cleaned the traces of the blood. 

"Figured." Myra said. 

"You think he can handle it?" Esme asked, walking outside, where the sound of fighting was still ongoing. 

"I don't know. Let's go and see."

Myra said as she pulled her spear out, ending the man's misery for good. 

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A/N - I know, the fight was maybe a little mid. Me, is a newb writer. So please pity me a little and let it slide, if it wasn't upto ur taste. 

Next chapter is where our MC fights for the first time in this new world. Would he also get his first kill - what do u think?