Fenrisolace’s feet touched the ground, turning on their heels as he skidded across the beach beneath his feet, leaving an indent in the sand. “Alright green man, on your feet, we’ve got a fight on our hands,” he commented, clenching his fists with his hands ever so slightly open.
Ilgar would still be flying through the air, before slamming into the ground with a thud, dust flying through the air as he impacted just behind the beastman. The demi-goddess was close behind, the mound of sand she rode coming to a stand still and sinking into the rest of the earth. The woman stretched her limbs out, as Fenrisolace chuckled to himself, bringing his fists close to his face, Ilgar scrambling to his feet.
The sunwolf dashed forward, towards his target, reeling his right arm back, his metal gauntlet shining under the bright sun.
“Seriously?” The woman muttered, rocketing her left palm into the air. In front of her a wall of glass slid upwards through the sand, only for Fenris to slam his fist directly into it.
The sunwolf smashed the pane to pieces as he landed on the other side, the woman directly in front of him. The demi-god thrusted her right index and middle fingers diagonally into the air from her side. A shard of glass rocketed through the ground and slashed past Fenris’s face, leaving a large gash on his left cheek before he could react.
The beastman rubbed his bloody fur with his left gauntlet, staining the metal as the woman had rode her sand like a wave once more, this time to retreat as she giggled to herself.
“You’re very ignorant, wolf-boy,” The woman taunted, eyeing the sunwolf up and down, “I’m the demi-goddess of sand it self, Shati, and you assumed I wouldn’t respond to you punching through my glass wall like you just did minutes ago?” The woman stifled a laugh as Fenrisolace’s rage grew, Ilgar approaching him from behind and charging energy within his left hand.
“I’m going to shatter her.” Fenris muttered, raising his hands to his face.
“She’s quick.” Ilgar commented, a ball of light now present in his left hand.
“That’s why we’re going to find out just how quick.” Fenris spat as shuffled his feet, the woman yawning as she snaked her left arm towards the ground. A glass pole emerged from the sand, sliding into Shati’s palm, the tip of the polearm a spearhead.
Fenrisolace huffed, reeling his right arm back, and planting his left arm in the air as if to aim with it. “Watch closely, green man, you’re going to see one of my special techniques,” and with that comment, the sunwolf thrust his right fist forward with immense speed, the gauntlet detaching with a click at the height of momentum, launching straight towards Shati.
Ilgar whistled as the iron fist barrelled through the air, the demi goddess simply stepping to the right, laughing some more. Fenrisolace smirked, as the fist past the Goddess’s head, he turned on his heels and twisted his hip, throwing a right hook right behind his body. The hot, fuzzy fist brushed the orc’s nose as the iron gauntlet spun in midair to mimic Fenris’s movements, slamming into the back of the Goddess’s head.
The beastman pumped his left fist as he opened his right palm, turning back to his target as the gauntlet began rocketing back towards him, caught by being equipped midair. The beastman began sliding backwards as the momentum of the gauntlet was caught, pure glee on the wolf’s fanged face.
“Piece of shit!” Shati yelled, turning to the pair as the ground beneath them shook. She clenched her right fist in front of her, “I’m going to drop you!” She continued to bellow, as she swiped her hand to the left, a dozen large shards flying from the ground towards the pair.
Ilgar threw his orb of light to the left, dipping to the right while grabbing Fenris with his flesh palm, whilst the ball detonated. The pair shielded their faces from the explosion as black, charred shards continued flying towards the pair, slicing up their limbs and torso’s.
“Son of a bitch!” Fenris shouted, looking angrily to Ilgar, “Why are your explosions so weak! You blew up a dragon’s head yesterday for Gods sake!”
“I’m right handed!” The orc shouted, face beginning to flush red.
“Then use your right hand, dumbass!” The beastman continued to yell, as the demi-goddess rubbed the back of her head, covered in blood, confused at the sudden quarrel.
“This arm doesn’t work!” Ilgar continued to roar, waving his metal limb around, creaking as the joints swiveled. “I could use my right arm, if someone didn’t throw it away like trash!”
A massive shard of glass erupted from the earth behind Fenris, taking a chunk out of his left bicep, the attack barely missing Ilgar who leapt out of the way. The beastman howled in pain as blood began to fountain from his massive gash, the wolfman smashing the glass with a red-hot metal fist from his right arm. He glared at the Goddess once more, clutching the air.
“I don’t care anymore green man,” Fenris spoke softly and sternly, “Just back me up.”
The beastman dashed towards the demi-goddess, Ilgar charging another ball of energy in his left hand. Shati spun the polearm in her left hand as she giggled to herself, aiming her right palm towards the sunwolf.
Ilgar sighed softly, looking determined as he gripped the ball of light in his hand tight, his fingers digging into it. The yellow ball began to flow from his palm to his fingertips, slowly turning from yellow to orange and finally a deep red.
“Poppy seed!” He shouted, swinging his arm through the air as five different balls of energy rocketed past Fenris, who continued to dash, and towards the demi-god.
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Shati simply swung her hand upwards, another glass wall forming, the red dots impacting with small bursts of energy, doing no damage to the construct at all. However her vision was blinded, and as she stood confidently, Fenrisolace was in the air above her, having jumped her wall this time.
The demi-god’s eyes shot upwards, as she thrust her spear into the air, Fenris slamming his grey, fluffy fist into the blade, causing some blood to leak as the glass began shattering. The demi-god smirked confidently, as the iron gauntlet flew down towards her from above. She released her weapon from her grip and dipped to the right to avoid the massive impact, dust flying where the fist struck, as Fenris landed on the ground, pulling the weapon from his hand.
“I’ve got you now.” The sunwolf muttered, lifting his fist armour and clicking it back into place over his bloody fist. He brought his slightly open fists just above his head as he ducked low, swiftly dashing forward.
Shati quickly raised a thinner glass wall on her left like a shield that extended from the very ground, but as Fenris approached he swung his left fist, which began erupting crimson, the metal fist slamming into his target’s right arm which was quickly raised to block the blow.
The demi-goddess slid across the beach under her feet, the sand taking her farther away to gain distance, as her impacted limb began to turn completely purple, blood leaking from her forearm.
Fenris smiled deeply, steam draping off of his body as he panted softly, Ilgar catching up to him, with cuts across his body from the previous attack. “You look like you’re out of puff, beastman.”
“That’s because…” Fenris paused to take a breath, “You haven’t done anything useful! I expected her to be a lot weaker, but I can’t do this alone.”
“It’s not my fault this arm is broken!” Ilgar barked, only for Fenris to glare back at him, angry.
Shati gripped her new injury, wincing to the touch, “You need to understand, green man,” Fenris began as he stood tall, taking another large puff of air, “That the last time you fought you were foolish, going ahead and expending everything you had and then continuing to fight pointlessly.” Ilgar looked on, his face morphing, angry and upset.
“You lost your arm, I get it’s upsetting,” The beastman remarked, his angry demeanor dropping, “But you need to understand that no matter how many limbs you lose, no matter how badly you get beaten down, in the end you need to stand once more, or people will die.” Fenris took another deep breath, smiling to himself. “I’ve seen comrades and family die, and all because I couldn’t stand up after I was downed. There are moments you should hold back, and let others do their job.” Fenris raised his arms in front of his face, his left arm more shakely, “And moments you need to step forward, no matter how broken or damaged you are.” The beastman yelled, a toothy grin on his face.
“Because you are a sunwolf!” He shouted, the demi-goddess slamming both of her arms to either side of her body, “You are the most powerful warrior this planet has ever seen, and whenever others need you there to protect them, or when Doiteain herself requires a tribute-” Fenrisolace’s entire body would ignite in immense orange flames, causing Ilgar to take a step back, the fire bursting around him, “You throw another punch, and make that punch the hardest punch you’ve ever thrown!”
Shati slammed her palms together, three titanic walls of glass erupting from the sand beneath, at least 10ft tall and wide and a meter thick each. The demi-goddess separated her hands, before slamming her palms forward towards the pair, the walls flying towards the duo at high speeds.
Fenris threw his right arm back, all of the flames on his body snaking around and flowing directly to his iron fist, the fire turning a vast powerful red.
“Infernal Fist!” The sunwolf yelled, joy covering his entire being. Ilgar looked on in awe as the flames flashed meters from his eyes. Fenris stomped his left foot forward, bringing his right arm forward in a punch that took enough effort that it seemed as if Fenrisolace was pulling tonnes of weight by a single chain. The punch then exploded, a burst of hot air pushing the pair back as the iron fist completely coated in fire, glowing a hot red launched towards the three walls, aiming for the head of their target.
Shati smiled softly, her arms still raised in the air as Ilgar looked at his own arm, his metal palm as he had done over the course of the entire day. The orc clenched his fist, yellow lightning flowing to it from his shoulder. He opened his fist, smoke beginning to flow from his hand as veins began popping on the orcs head, a faint light emitting from the centre of his palm, before the orc looked at the battle of skill taking place.
The gauntlet shattered a hole directly through the first wall, but would only dig half a meter into the second, the momentum and flames continuing to attempt to push it forward, Fenris pushing his right fist as far forward as possible without his feet moving, steam pouring from his body.
Ilgar reeled his right arm back as far as he could, aiming the metal palm behind himself as a large yellow ball of light appeared at the very tip of his limb. His eyes glowed with life and a toothy grin as large as the wolfs drew across the orcs face, his lower tusks stretching up his face and a beaming smile as complete excitement hits Ilgar like a truck.
Ilgar dragged the ball of light forward, before slamming directly towards his target with full force, the sphere of energy shaking alongside the orcs metal arm, electricity flowing across the metal frame.
“Sunflower!”
With that cry, a massive beam of yellow light rocketed through the air, smashing through the first wall, engulfing the iron fist. The flaming metal hand basked in an immense light, propelling it forward through the next two layers of glass, heading directly towards Shati’s face. Dread painted across her as she raised her arms in front of her face, the fist blasting through them with little effort, before completely eviscerating her entire head.
Blood splattered across the golden grains, the tide painting scarlet as it came in and swept away the remnants of annihilation. Both Ilgar and Fenrisolace panted, as the metal gauntlet rolled along the beach back towards the beastman, who bent his knees and lifted it, snapping it into place over his bloody, furry fist.
“Nice work, green man,” Fenrisolace commented, smiling as he looked up to his fellow mercenary.
“It works.” Ilgar stated, clenching his metal fist in triumph in front of himself, smoke still smoldering from his palm. “How did you do that with your metal gloves though?” Ilgar asked, being as curious as ever.
“Oh well, you know,” Fenris began, holding the gash on his left arm as the pair began to walk back to where they came from, “It’s a family heirloom. I assume it’s blessed, Kaze explained the whole thing to me yesterday, though I don’t entirely get it.”
Ilgar tilted his head in confusion, a grin still on his face. Fenris laughed back at this reaction, “Looks like you’re as clueless as I am, though it doesn’t matter does it?” The wolfman continued, wincing slightly due to his injuries, before laughing some more, “Because regardless of our understanding of our abilities, we’re still the most powerful warriors this world will ever see!”
The beastman would raise his left arm in the air, as Ilgar raises his own metal one, the pair bumping the sides of their fists together as they continue trotting back to the rest of their guild.
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