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Chapter ∉ The Last Battle

The Brute grasped his hands around Sleight’s neck as he lifted her off the ground. The wolf Sentinel stood at his back, a wary eye glancing around the crater least any of them take this opportunity to try to attack from behind.

“You should know that I don’t usually revel in causing misery. And you have been the most interesting opponent I’ve battled in millenia. But I can’t deny that I don’t find this satisfying in a way.”

All Sleight could do in response was choke, as a new star twinkled brightly for a moment.

An elf crashed heel first into the Brute, who flew into and impacted the far wall of the crater. The Sentinel lept, trying to take the elf offguard as she recovered from her attack, but she summoned a shield and blocked, and then a spear to swing. They traded attacks, as the Brute pulled himself out of the rock. He frowned as he looked down at the blood and bit of flesh in his hand when he was ripped away from Sleight who, frustratingly, seemed to have disappeared again.

“You know,” a voice called from directly above him, “that might have been taken to be a bit rude.”

The Brute glanced upwards for just a moment, before continuing to survey the crater. Other than the newcomer engaging his pup, the other gods seemed keen to stay out of immediate reach, though curiously they hadn’t fled at the opportunity granted by these two.

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“Are you going to respond to me?” the female human above called again.

He finally looked up at her, then slowly rose until they were even with each other, about twenty meters up, and ten apart.

“Are you worthy?” he asked.

The red-haired human blinked. “What?”

“Are you a god?” he asked.

“Well, yes, I suppose you—” she started to answer, then was cut off as he almost instantly closed the distance. A flurry of swipes and punches were barely dodged, until a flying wolf separated the two.

“Ok, we’ll do it my way,” she said, then clapped and an illusion sprang into place across the battlefield, hiding everything from the Brute’s vision. He raised an eyebrow at the labyrinthine castle of snow and ice that appeared around him. He softly batted at a column and his hand passed through effortlessly as the microparticles making up the illusion were dispersed.

The Brute threw himself at the ground with an allmighty kick, throwing up a spray of rock and dirt. Huge rents in the illusion appeared where the debris flew. One wall disappeared into a hallway, where the Brute made eyecontact with the human mage again, whose eyes widened in surprise. The Brute launched himself forward and made to reach for her.

He passed right through her and collided with the side of the crater, which he hadn’t seen before. He turned back around as a huge swell of experience was gathered back in the failing illusion, the mage gathering up a huge attack.

The elf faded out of shadow behind him and drove a sword through his calf and into the ground, where it blossomed into a thousand tendrils. He gasped and tried to swipe at the elf, but she had already faded away. The sunrise of the mage’s attack came at him, and he thought no more.