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Haaa…
What to do?
I hold Asagao and Higanbana at my side to protect them from any incoming shockwave or powerful force that may ravage the land in their clash. Mrothgir is also preparing to retreat with us at any moment.
I doubt the capital city would be safe from this battle.
No. The whole continent will feel the tremor and quake the fight will yield.
If only I have my true power. No… they are both superior fighters. I would only make the degree of the battle wider if I were to jump into the fray. Not to mention that I might get carried away just like them in using my magic.
That’s what scares me the most. I am glad the Mrothgir sealed my magic but it kind of regretful because I can’t do anything in times where I really needed it.
…
They were just staring at each other. It seems they are waiting for the right moment to clash.
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…
!
EH?
Like a wind. No. I didn’t even hear anything but…
Alstroemeria made the first move and throws a punch at Fon in the guts. Fon takes the attack head on and countered with a kick in the flank.
Both of them received damage but…
Not even a movement of wind was produced from Alstroemeria’s movement. Neither a noise nor a strong force came. Fon, on the other hand, absorbs the impact of the attack making no power to escape from anywhere and countering with his own with an enchanted attack imbued with Astlan’s Ira.
Fon charges with his sword this time but Alstroemeria parries them with great dexterity and diverts the momentum of the slash into another direction making a complete miss.
At the moment the sword the misses it targets lands at the ground…
FFFSSSHHHHHH
A mass of malicious and wrathful flame come out engulfing everything in its path leaving no traces of anything but burnt and barren land. The range it has taken is mostly likely comparable to a mountain.
Yeah… I remember this power…
Alstroemeria counters with an overhead ax kick which in turn, Fon dodges by spinning his body to the left side.
As Alstroemeria’s foot land on the ground, the earth itself fissures. Cracks and pillars of rocks arise from the impact of her kick.
…
This is definitely a disaster.
This is no time to be questioning someone with what’s happening right now. All I need to think is stopping them. I turn to look at Mrothgir.
“D-don’t look at me… Those two are walking disasters! We are powerful ourselves too you know but that! That’s really absurd! No sane man will take the risk of trying to stop them!”
“I know… We should just prioritize everyone’s safety. Let’s return to the city and protect it at all cost.”
“Fine.”
Their exchange of blows turns into a scene where they just throw an attack at each other at blinding speed, causing more disaster around them if the attack doesn’t land on their targets.
While in their exchange, Alstroemeria made a clean hit in Fon’s ribs again.
CLACK
?!
His ribs gave out?!
After that, Fon swings his sword upward diagonally, making a huge slash mark from Alstroemeria’s flank to her shoulder.
And that’s when I realized it.
They don’t have any regeneration capabilities. No, I already know that that was the case for Fon, but it also goes for Alstroemeria too...
If this goes on, they will stir a large catastrophe while breaking each other in this battler until one falls.
“Mrothgir… we can’t leave them alone after all…”
“Can’t you try using your arcana magic to control their emotions and calm them down?”
“With my current power… no, I can’t. Not if it is this far… and getting too close would be suicidal.”
BAM
They stop clashing.
They are now taking a step back making a suitable distance against each other.
Are they done?
From the aftermath of their clash, it seems Fon receives broken bones all over his body and only sheer persistence is keeping him standing up.
Alstroemeria is covered with slashes everywhere. It seems she tried really hard to avoid getting cut in vital parts but nevertheless, she suffers a really heavy damage.
I think with this, it’s already over.
…
…
…
I was naïve…
As my sweat gushes out, their powers surge too into another height.
Fon is concentrating his Alstan’s Ira enhancement on one sword, making a stance of swinging it downwards. The sword is covered with black chaotic malevolent aura making it look like a typhoon is covering the sword. Vast and large energy gathers to it.
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Alstroemeria is in a kicking stance with her one foot suspended in the air. The red tattoos all over her body are losing its light and gathers at her right foot which she suspended in the air. It gathers until it glimmers with the tone of red.
…
“Violetta. Just undo the seal in your power. Stop them.”
“…”
“Violetta?!”
“No.”
“This is… a very dangerous situation! You must do it to protect everyone!”
“And you’ll die in the process?!”
“…”
“Don’t think I don’t know! I have already research about it for many years! You think I'm a fool for not trying to know about it?!”
“I…”
“We’re escaping…”
“That’s…”
“It’s either us or them. We cannot stop them now.”
“…”
“Asagao… Higanbana… let’s go…”
As I spoke and beckon them to leave… The little fox girl interjects at my statement.
“Asagao is over there already.”
“Huh?”
“…”
“…”
“…”
“ASAGAO! YOU FOOL!”
Asagao is already walking towards the middle of both Fon and Alstroemeria!
Hey! Are you crazy?!
I tried to run after her but Mrothgir grabs me and keeps me from moving.
“Mrothgir!”
“NO!”
“Asagao is…. Asagao!”
“…”
“No…”
Asagao walks in the middle of them.
[Avidya Severance, Second Order – Destroyer of First Hell!]
[---------------------- ---------------------- -------------------- Astlan’s Ira!]
Fon swings down his sword and Alstroemeria throws the lump of energy that gathers in her foot.
…
In the midst of it, they notice Asagao is between and got shocked and pulls their attack back with all their might. With the rebound of pulling out their power and energies from the attack, a strong rebound explodes at them from their own skills.
Even though that’s the case… there is still some power that got released at it headed to Asagao.
At this rate, even though weaker than the actual attack, Asagao has no chance of surviving.
[Blooming Thorn – Morning Glory Ninety Nine Petal Layered Barrier!]
Asagao holds up her hands on both sides.
Even though Asagao casts her barrier, it won’t even hold on for more than a second.
!!!
There’s…
There’s someone so fast the jumps behind Asagao.
BOOM!
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.
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The explosion blows as away. Mrothgir was able to put up his Sage Protection with his dragon form and before we got so far away, we manage to hold onto our grounds.
Dust rises from the ground covering the entire disastrous field.
First, we see Fon leaning against a flat rock holding his side, breathing heavily. It’s visible that he overexerted himself by just taking all the damage from his own attack. His body is a bit burnt but that can be treated later.
Alstroemeria on the other side is on her knees. She also has a ragged breathing and she is trying to suppress some wounds on her body with pressure. It seems she sprained her left foot because of redirecting the attack she was going to make earlier.
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As for Asagao…
…
The dust settles and… in the huge crater that was dug up by the explosion…
Asagao is standing there holding out both of her hands. Her hands right now… is bleeding from everywhere… it seems that it seems the forearm bone is considerably crushed.
She is biting down her own lips from the pain.
She staggers but holds out her one foot at the front keeping herself standing.
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The fellow at her back… I know him very well…
Easily surpassing three meters of height, with a robust body that even his arms is large as a torso. Even his arm is wider than Asagao herself. In the same position as Asagao who is also holding out both of his arm, which is now covered in blood and has a crushed bones. Asagao only stand below his thighs…
With a slightly pointed ears, and complimenting white beard for his old age, with scars all over his body. He is the half-dwarf who is also the half brother of the current Dwarf King. Ish’ranor Talon, or simply Ishtal.
With a unique body enhancement that changes his overall body physiques, strengthening his body to the utmost limit that it beaten steel and diamond in terms of hardness. The power of this old man that has the rights to become the Dwarven King, but rejects the position he is to be entitled with.
The old man… no… the old warrior speaks…
“Good thing I sensed what’s happening here. Your Majesty, have you forgotten the purpose of your power? Is it not to carry the people’s anger to your own with it? Is it not to protect the people around you? And here I found you on an earth shattering brawl.”