Mchi''sughter echoed through the mansion, a sound as cold and unyielding as the stone hemanded. "Come now, gentlemen. Surely you can do better than that? Or have I overestimated even your meager abilities?"


    Gustavo gritted his teeth, fighting against the weight of the stone b pinning him down. His muscles strained, veins bulging as he struggled to push himself up. But his body betrayed him, movements sluggish and uncoordinated. ''Damn this poison,'' he thought bitterly. ''Of all the times for it to re up...''


    Mordred, his legs still encased in rock, thrashed wildly. His eyes darted between Mchi and Gustavo, confusion evident in his gaze. ''What''s wrong with him?'' Mordred wondered, noticing Gustavo''s uncharacteristically slow movements. ''I''ve never seen him this... off.''


    Mchi approached Gustavo, each step causing ripples in the stone floor. "I must say, I expected more from the infamous Gustavo. Your reputation clearly exceeds your abilities." He crouched down, meeting Gustavo''s furious re. "Tell me, does it sting? Knowing you''ve led your men to their deaths for nothing?"


    Gustavo spat blood, a glob of red sttering across Mchi''s pristine shirt. "The only death here will be yours, Vex."


    Mchi''s eyes narrowed, all traces of amusement vanishing. With a flick of his wrist, the stone b lifted, suspending Gustavo in mid-air. "Let''s see how long you maintain that bravado."


    The b began to spin, slowly at first, then faster. Gustavo''s world became a dizzying blur of pain and disorientation. He clenched his jaw, refusing to cry out even as his insides threatened to tear themselves apart.


    Mordred, seizing the moment of distraction, summoned a de. It materialized in his hand, gleaming with deadly intent. With a grunt of effort, he brought it down on the stone encasing his legs. Sparks flew as metal met rock, but the prison held firm.


    Mchi turned, his eyebrow raised in mock surprise. "Oh? The little dog thinks he has teeth?" Another gesture, and spikes of stone erupted from the floor, surrounding Mordred in a cage of razor-sharp points. "Stay. Good boy."


    Gustavo, still spinning, fought against the rising nausea. His mind raced, searching for a strategy. ''He''s toying with us,'' he realized. ''But every technique has a weakness. I just need to find it.''


    As if reading his thoughts, Mchi suddenly released the spinning b. Gustavo crashed to the ground, his equilibrium shattered. He staggered to his feet, swaying dangerously.


    "Having trouble standing, Gustavo?" Mchi taunted. "Perhaps you should have spent less time sharpening your de and more time on your footwork."


    Gustavo''s grip tightened on his sword, the green glow of its dark magic pulsing in response to his fury. "Keep talking, Vex. It''ll make silencing you permanently all the sweeter."


    He lunged forward, his de cutting through the air. But his movements were off,cking their usual precision. Mchi sidestepped easily, a wall of stone rising to meet Gustavo''s charge.


    Gustavo''s sword struck the barrier, sinking deep. For a moment, it seemed the dark magic of his de might prevail, cracks spreading from the point of impact. But then Mchi clenched his fist, and the stone reformed, trapping the sword.


    "Impressive toy," Mchi remarked, eyeing the glowing de. "But ultimately useless in the hands of a fool."


    Gustavo yanked at his trapped weapon, panic rising in his chest. ''Why am I so weak?'' he berated himself. ''This damned poison... I can''t let it beat me. Not now.''


    Mordred, watching the exchange, felt a chill run down his spine. He''d never seen Gustavo struggle like this. ''Something''s wrong,'' he thought. ''Very wrong.'' Aloud, he called out, "Gustavo! What''s going on? This isn''t like you!"


    "Silence!" Gustavo roared, his pride stung by the concern in Mordred''s voice. "I don''t need yourmentary!"


    Mchi''s eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Oh, trouble in paradise? How delightful." He turned to Mordred, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Tell me, does he always perform this... inadequately? Or is this a special show just for me?"


    Mordred snarled, summoning another de. He hurled it at Mchi with deadly uracy, but a pir of stone shot up, intercepting the projectile.


    "Now, now," Mchi chided. "Didn''t your mother ever tell you it''s rude to interrupt?" With a wave of his hand, the stone cage around Mordred constricted, the spikes drawing closer.


    Gustavo, still struggling with his trapped sword, felt desperation wing at him. The poison coursing through his veins seemed to sap more strength with each passing moment. ''I can''t fail,'' he thought frantically. ''Not here. Not like this.''


    Mchi approached Gustavo, his steps measured and confident. "I must admit, I''m rather disappointed. I had hoped for a challenge, not this... pitiful disy." He reached out, running a finger along the glowing de. "Perhaps I''ll keep this as a souvenir. A reminder of the day two would-be assassins met their inglorious end."


    Gustavo''s mind raced, searching for a way out. Then, a glimmer of an idea struck him. ''The floor,'' he realized. ''He''s been manipting it this whole time. But what if...''


    With a roar of defiance, Gustavo channeled every ounce of his remaining strength into his de. The green glow intensified, pulsing with dark energy. Cracks spread through the stone barrier, this time resisting Mchi''s attempts to reform it.


    Mchi''s eyes widened in surprise. "What—"


    The barrier shattered, releasing Gustavo''s sword. In the same motion, Gustavo brought the de down, not at Mchi, but at the floor beneath their feet.


    The dark magic of the sword collided with Mchi''s enchanted stone, creating a shockwave that rippled through the entire room. The floor buckled and cracked, throwing all three men off bnce.


    Mordred, seizing the opportunity, summoned a flurry of des. They rained down on his stone prison, thebined assault finally breaking through. He stumbled free, immediately summoning another sword to his hand.


    Mchi, caught off guard by the sudden turn of events, struggled to regain his footing. "Impossible," he muttered, hisposure slipping for the first time.


    Gustavo pressed his advantage, his de whistling through the air. Though his movements were still sluggish, the element of surprise lent strength to his attacks. Mchi was forced on the defensive, hastily erecting barriers to block the onught.


    Mordred joined the fray, his summoned des a whirlwind of steel. He and Gustavo fell into a rhythm, their attacks coordinated despite their earlier tension.


    Mchi, finding himself suddenly outnumbered and outmaneuvered, snarled in frustration. "You think this changes anything? You''re still nothing but vermin scurrying in my house!"


    He mmed his foot down, sending a shockwave of stone rippling outward. Gustavo and Mordred leapt back, narrowly avoiding being swallowed by the shifting floor.


    But as they regained their footing, they saw something that made their hearts leap – uncertainty in Mchi''s eyes.


    "What''s the matter, Vex?" Gustavo taunted, his voice ragged but determined. "Not so confident when the odds are evened?"


    Mordred grinned savagely, twirling his de. "Perhaps the great Mchi Vex isn''t as invincible as he thought."


    Mchi''s face contorted with rage. "Enough!" He raised both hands, the very foundations of the mansion trembling in response. "I''ll bury you both in the rubble of this house if I have to!"


    As stone and debris began to rain down around them, Gustavo and Mordred exchanged a nce. Despite their earlier friction, a silent understanding passed between them. They had gained an edge, however slight, and they weren''t about to let it slip away.


    With a shared nod, they charged forward, des at the ready, towards a Mchi whose eyes now burned with a mixture of fury and the first flickering of fear.