Neo could hardly tell what was going on.
The two blades were meeting at incredible speeds, and he had to result to guessing where the Ōdachi was going to end up next.
Two blades continued to meet at terrifying paces, until the first inevitable mistake finally happened.
Neo felt blood trickle down his rapid moving arm.
Then another on his chest.
And then another on his jaw.
The Ōdachi was leaking through his normally impenetrable defense.
If this kept up, he was guaranteed to lose this fight.
So he had to put an end to it and soon.
Summoning any bit of energy that could find within himself, he launched forward.
Missing the Ōdachi's tip by a mere hair's length, he got through his brother's defense.
This time, he was going to rip the head from his brother's shoulders.
The scars on the base of neck began to burn, and he felt himself growing weaker by the second.
But that did not stop him from bringing his blade up, and thrashing it down with all of his strength.
First the blade met heavy resistance as it met the top of Nero's skull, then the eyes of the serpent king began too widen.
Then his skull began to split into two, but he wasn't done just yet.
Ripping the blade out of the monster's flesh exposed skull, he brought the blade back.
Then he let another attack loose, this one horizontal.
Sending the blade flying toward the same wound that was still healing on the mimic's neck, he met much less resistance.
The jagged blade began to tear through his own brother's snake-like throat.
"Lets play the game then..."
Neo growled, pressing even harder.
The grin on Nero's face was quickly replaced by a look of terror, that would have made Neo die of pure happiness had it happened in the real world.
Then the head of his dear elder brother was launched from the base of his neck, and flew into the air.
Flesh and tendrils flew everywhere, and green blood had found itself in Neo's right eye.
But that couldn't rid him of his terrible grin.
He had killed the fake, as the body dropped to the ground with a thud.
Neo looked down at his body, which had been much worse than he had originally thought it was.
He was practically painted a hue of crimson red, from his own wounds.
His shirt was nothing but a rag, wrapped around his neck.
Then he felt the backlash of over using his energy.
Terrible groans and cracks resonated throughout his bones.
He felt his very soul about to crumble under the raw pressure, and his head was immediately filled with sharp pains.
Turning around slowly, after hearing something in the distance.
He spotted a grand battle taking place about a hundred meters away from him, he tried to take a step forward.
Only to realize that his knees had collapsed from the terrible pain.
"No..."
He growled.
"I have to help them..."
He tried to crawl forward.
Grabbing onto the rocks that were sticking out of the crimson dirt around him, trying to do anything to get over to his friends.
The sense of dread was completely taking over his very being.
Knowing that they were probably facing much worse demons than he had, he screamed.
Using any energy he could find, he pulled himself forward slowly.
Refusing to just lie there while the other two fought side by side, he would not allow himself to not give them even the least amount of assistance.
"Gods... Not now... Please not now..."
Then, the worst thing that could have possibly happened... Happened.
A low growl came from behind him, that was followed by a high pitched hiss.
Then another, as it slowly grew closer.
And then he heard the sound of flesh ripping itself apart...
'No, no no no...'
The flesh wasn't ripping apart, it was joining back together...
"Where are you going? Dear brother..."
Neo wanted to yell out.
He wanted someone to come to his aid.
"Anyone! Help me! Please!"
He screamed, tears began to flow down his bloodied face.
"It's my turn brother."
A joyful voice yelped happily behind him.
Then a cold grip wrapped around Neo's throat.
And a whisper echoed into his ear.
"Isn't this soooo much fun!"
He was going to die...