Lone Survivor#Chapter IX_Fire Magician.

Henry Pov

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Stats

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< Level >

(110/140)

< Sp >

0 (<40)

< Body Tier II >

- VIT -

26 (<18)

(116/300)

- AGI -

34 (<21)

(32/340)

- STR -

28 (<20)

(40/290)

- DEX -

24 (X2) (<15)

(31/320)

< Mental Tier I >

- INT -

(10/90)

- WIL -

(10/130)

- WIS -

(25/110)

- DEX -

16 (X2)

(31/320)

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Skill

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< TIER II >

Crushing blow

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Finally, it only remained one of those anomalies, just one of those stupid Wolves.

Henry charged aiming to kill the last one of those canines. The beast responded as well with a blow of its own, a well-aimed claw directed to his head, expecting to behead him like it did with countless of his classmates.

But to its surprise, Henry easily ducked under it, moving under its arm and when finally in reach, aimed his own arm against the beast neck, tackling it and bringing it down to the floor. Disoriented by the heavy tackle and hitting its head against the hard, concrete floor, the beast couldn't react in time, having its head crushed by a powerful Crushing blow from Henry.

Its grey matter and blood decorating the floor below Henry.

He's glad, glad, and frustrated.

Slowly, he stood up with ragged breathing.

He's glad that they finally finished that long and tiresome fight. But frustrated and angry at his own incompetence, they didn't even leave that goddamn Gym and more than half of the students were dead! How could he be so incompetent!

'How many' he mentally asked Igor and Oscar, with a tired sigh,

Oscar, with his monotonous, and boring voice, responded 'Nine. Alan, Jacob, Carlos, Vanessa, Victor, Oscar, Cesar, me and you'

Henry tiredly sighed and got up from his fallen position, looking the carnage in the Gym.

Two dozen Werewolves on the floor, dead.

Three dozen students on the floor, dead.

Was it a victory or a defeat?

He couldn't tell.

Regardless of the results, he can only move on and hope for the better.

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"I'm sorry, I can't heal anymore" said Vanessa bowing in apology.

Henry just nodded in understanding and sat close to her. Sitting next to Carlos, Victor, and Oscar. All of them waiting for her Mana to replenish and heal their light injuries.

"Maybe... I can help with that" replied Igor appearing beside her.

"Oh yes? How so?" she asked.

Igor didn't reply with a word, yet, with actions. He positioned behind her and placed his hand over her shoulders. Suddenly, she felt like some sort of warm fluid made her way into her body, filling her of warmth, and of Mana, in an instant, her Mana pool full.

"...-This should be enough to heal everyone. It'll just take some time. Victor, you're first" she said towards the most injured guy.

"Heh! Aren't ya lucky gal?" asked Carlos with a smirk pushing Victor towards the healer.

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The process took mere minutes. Igor, during the whole process, was intently focused on her, on how she healed those injured students, how her mana shifted. Victor was healed completely, every scratch is gone already.

Henry's was next, just some minutes passed since she started healing him.

Everything was proceeding smoothly, peacefully.

What was the say? ¿The storm after the calm? ¿The calm before the storm? ¿The peace before the storm? Regardless of how it's properly spelled, now that saying described perfectly what's coming to them.

Igor focus, which seemed as could never be broken by anything, was completely disturbed after feeling a grand presence looming over them.

"-T-This is..-"

"Huh? What's up Magy?" asked Carlos wearing his usual smirk.

"Igor ¿What's happening?" Vanessa asked politely while still healing the injured, Henry, just some more bruises and he'll be done.

Abruptly, she felt as all her Mana replenished once again getting to full.

"Stop healing and get to the back, once one of us gets very injured, heal them" he told her quietly, then, telepathy commanded

'Everyone! This is my skill Magical transmission, don't worry. There's no time to question, prepare an ambush by the door, a magical creature with Grand quantity of Mana is coming. Its no use talking, let's finish this quickly and kill that creature, ¡Got it?!"

He didn't wait for an answer and quickly began commanding 'Henry and Carlos! On the sides of the entrance! Victor and Alan with Vanessa. Oscar, Cesar, and Jacob, ¡WIth me!'

"Hey heey hey! Why yall-" Carlos loud voice was cut under the hard stare of Igor.

'Brute. Shut your goddamn mouth. Door. Now!"

He just nodded quickly and did as told.

Why was he so scared? Carlos idiot why are you a sissy?!

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Magical pressure (Learnt)

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< One of the most basic Skills a new mage must learn. Used to demonstrate your Magical power >

< Mainly used to stop fights without actual fighting >

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Henry Pov

Cold sweat rolled down his neck.

¿What could have make Igor react so frightened? He has known him for at the very least, 4 years, and never had he seen him so scared, not even when they were getting beaten by those 7th graders athletes.

In his own words 'They won't kill us. ¿Why to be scared? It's just pain, nothing else'

He looked nervously at Carlos. The tanned brute, also looking nervous, though, not because of the being, outside the Gym, but scared of Igor.

And with all reasons.

¿What person, inside the Gym, didn't feel that pressure?

'2 Meters, prepare'

Said mentally Igor, positioned beside Jacob and Cesar, each Mage preparing their own spell directed at the entrance. Cesar and Igor combining an enormous Fireball while Jacob preparing his own Root strike.

'First, of, we, the Mages, will launch our powers. Don't charge until we're done. If that being, somehow manages to dispel our attack, don't hesitate and charge at it. If it looks like a Human ignores it, it's not a Human, I can guarantee it. Werewolves, Goblins, and Humans, each race has its own print of Mana. And that being is not Human.'

Stopped Igor before adding.

'If anyone of you have remaining Sp. Spend it right now. My own recommendation, those at the front, spend on STR and AGI. This is gonna be a one-strike kill. We, Mages, already spent all our remaining Sp on our Wil.'

Igor finally finished.

He just hoped that they managed to kill that being in one blow.

'FHUAA!!!!'

Finally, the battle began.

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Carlos Pov

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Stats

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< Level >

(93/100)

< Sp >

0 (<30)

< Body Tier II >

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- VIT -

35 (<23)

(186/350)

- AGI -

22 (<19)

(30/220)

- STR -

37 (<25)

(50/370)

- DEX -

12 (X2) (<9)

(10/240)

< Mental Tier I >

- INT -

(20/70)

- WIL -

(101/150)

- WIS -

(13/90)

- DEX -

12 (X2) (<9)

(10/240)

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Skill

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< TIER II >

Quake Stomp

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Tch! Why he's still so scared of that stupid of Igor?!

He rebuked himself once again while looking at Henry. His hockey pole tightly clenched between his two hands.

'FHUAA!!!!'

He yelped as the Metal door got easily blown off, followed after a big gust of wind.

What followed after was a clash between magics. First of all, a fast root sprout off the ground trying to impale whatever was in the passage. Only to be completely cut in half by an invisible, thin, gust of wind.

That thin slice of win getting completely obliterated by an enormous Fireball, formed between Igor and Cesar's efforts. An intense burning emanated from the scorching fireball, burning and obliterating everything in its path, it's objective, the being in the hallway.

Finally, it entered the insides of the passage. Silence was what followed after. ¿Did they win?

He naively though, only for those thoughts to get completely blown off after a powerful, hot, burst of wind shouted off the hallways.

'GO! ATTACK IT!'

Mentally shouted Igor, his mental voice sounding desperate.

"Tch! Stop being such a pussy!" he gritted his teeth, clenched his weapon tightly with both hands, and charged against that being.

¿Did he tripped?

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Henry was about to follow Carlos into battle, only to stop as Carlos's brute was cut in half. Gutting his body, his intestines leaping from his body, blood gushing out.

The last expression from the brute was one of pure confusion.

Henry out of fear yelped and jumped back, barely avoiding the incoming magical attack. A horizontal, long, thin slice of wind destroying everything in its path.

Just a thin scratch on his right arm was all that he received.

He watched in terror as the slice of wind was coming to his remaining comrades. Only to watch in satisfaction as the attack was successfully blocked by an invisible barrier.

Wait.

¿Wasn't Alan barrier supposed to be weak against magical attacks? Wait, wasn't Alan supposed to be with Vanessa?!

Looking over Vanessa, he saw that she was indeed, protected by Victor and Alan. Alan face also full of surprise and wonder, watching his own hands.

He sighed alleviated, already guessing what happened.

'Henry, attack once the enemy is in your sight'

The tanned guy just nodded and waited, clenching his fist prepared for the moment he'll have to act.

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Igor Pov

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Stats

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< Level >

(20/40)

< Sp >

0 (<15)

< Body Tier I >

- VIT -

(30/150)

- AGI -

(10/140)

- STR -

(10/120)

- DEX -

30 (X2) (<24)

(10/600)

< Mental Tier II >

- INT -

59 (<50)

(100/590)

- WIL -

(0/120)

- WIS -

51 (<50)

(320/510)

- DEX -

30 (X2) (<24)

(10/600)

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Skill

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< TIER I >

Root strike

Lighting Zap

Fireball

Physical Barrier

Magical Barrier (98%)

< TIER II >

Healing palm (30%)

< TIER III >

Magical transmission

< Unique >

Genius

< Passive >

Mana Sense

Magical Pressure

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The Elf, as Oscar said its called, a creature from fantasy, usually stuck with great archery or magical powers, that's two things that you can expect from a typical Elf.

Just feeling its great Mana pool leaves no doubt that this Elf, is with the latter. A being granted with great magical power.

When was the last time he felt this type of fear? Was it when he got kidnapped by his Uncle and pointed a gun with? Yes, probably that was the last time he felt real fear.

And he doesn't like it.

Not only the Elf itself express grand quantities of Mana, but its set of clothes too. It's long, black coat, decorated with gold trims, emitted a Mana comparable with Cesar's own Mana pool. Not only its Robes but its pants and shirt too, all of its equipment emitted some time of Mana.

But it's not perfect.

It required time to retrieve the Mana from its clothes, he felt it during their first clash.

Not only that, but once the Elf takes, let's say, 50 points of Mana from its clothes, it only received 35 points. The rest of it was somehow lost into the environment.

That leaves a question.

Where does that Mana leaves to? Does it get absorbed by the concrete? Wood? Or it entirely disappears breaking a fundamental law of science.

A good question for later, if he manages to survive that its.

He quickly informed his remaining classmates about the observations he has managed to acquire during their short confrontation.

'Oscar. What is it's next move?'

The man in question observed seriously at the Elf, before responding.

'It's going to walk. Stopping at the entrance. It's... talking' After some seconds, Oscar continued 'It says... Were you the trash that killed my children? and then...' another seconds 'It doesn't wait for our answer, attack, 3 horizontal, and other 3 vertical air slashes, size enough that doesn't leave us any other option than blocking'

Igor quickly thought of a plan.

'Cesar and Jacob. Quickly flank it, Cesar goes to the right. Jacob to the left. Oscar, go and help Henry'

There was no room for objection as the trio of students rapidly did as told. Already aware of Oscar and Igor real skills. They couldn't lie to each other anymore, not in situations like this.

He began charging a powerful Fireball. Between every magic he has learned so far, this one is the easiest to cast, and most destructive magic he has in his arsenal.

Thankfully the Royal like Elf was taking his time, walking slowly with an inexpressive expression, giving each of them enough time to position themselves properly. The Elf didn't seem to care about their movements.

"Were you the trash that killed my children?"

It asked as predicted, with an even voice.

But this time, they acted rather than mere listening.

He unleashed his Grand Fireball directed to the Elf, which, responded with its own magic unleashing several air slashes, as predicted.

Igor knew it wasn't enough, and so, quickly disregarded his own attack and prepared a Magical barrier waiting for the impact.

He watched in satisfaction as his fellow Mages unleashed their own magic towards the Elf. If he was right, then the delay was perfect, it wouldn't be able to dodge.

His DEX is huge, yet, he couldn't react fast enough once the Elf appeared behind him.

Right, ¿How did he forgot the sudden surge of magic?

"DISPEL!" he chanted desperately as the magical formation appeared behind him.

The Elf merely chuckled.

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Lone Survivor#Chapter IX

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