Tibaut shot off three fire lances at Albus but the pale-skinned man showed no hesitation. They all made the popping sounds of firecrackers as they landed on his skin but it did nothing to slow him as he threw another punch at Tibaut.

Although he had been shown a snippet of the speed moments before, experiencing it was something else entirely. He saw the fist but it was too late. It had already connected with his abdomen. With one punch he was sent flying across the room and he felt most of what Elizabeth had bothered to fix was broken again.

Realising this was no time to hold back he summoned a fireball and shot it towards Albus. He took it head on and before Tibaut could see if he had killed him, he quickly exited the smoke with a high axe kick aimed at Tibaut. He narrowly dodged the kick that broke through the wooden floor and used the time, Albus took removing his foot out of the wood, to gain some distance. As soon as he was preparing another fireball, Albus had removed his foot and caught up to him. He launched it and again, Albus took it without issue before launching another blow towards Tibaut. The space between them was far enough that he managed to parry the blow barely but when he did it the area of his arm that contacted Albus's fist had its skin stripped off.

("I knew he could hold his own but this is ridiculous!") Tibaut thought as felt an uncomfortable breeze on his exposed dermis.

He decided to sweep his legs after the parried blow and got him on the floor. He kicked in the stomach and while it did move him, he felt he kicked a bucket of concrete. His toes were briefly in agony but he had no time to focus on that.

("Again, what the hell is up with his body!?")

Tibaut hoped he was imagining it since he was injured but that last kick put any doubt to rest in his mind.

("This has to be his magic. Does it harden his body? No…")

He didn't have enough data to make any assumptions so he kept his mind solely focused on defeating Albus. As he rolled away from Tibaut's kick, Tibaut launched several fire lances at him that he seemed to have no intention of dodging. As these assaulted his body, he used it as an opportunity to get up and the moment he did Tibaut had already gotten in front of him and threw him to the ground. Tibaut backed away when Albus attempted a leg sweep and he got up back to his feet.

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His breathing was ragged as he stared down Albus, while the pale-faced beauty seemed to have no issue breathing and still didn't have any sweat on him.

He decided to try a new approach as he flicked the blood from his bleeding arm towards Albus and for the first this fight he seemed shocked by an action Tibaut took. He decided to get one more hit, and thanks to Albus's cropped tank top he was able to see what had happened as he landed his blow.

His abdomen was rocking a six-pack but he had never seen him with one before. As backed away while Albus wiped his eyes, he noticed his whole body was looking different. To say he bulked up was an understatement. He looked like he did nothing but cardio and crossfit every day. It was a far cry from how he usually looked, which was similar to Tibaut, with the muscles across their bodies not being very noticeable without some flexing.

But as he kept his eyes on him and fully wiped away the blood in his eyes, it was obvious this was then the natural state of his body. When he launched another fire, the lean Albus took it without reaction and managed to land a kick on Tibaut, though it only hit his finger, breaking it instantly, when he backed away.

("Does his magic fortify his body or something? It'd make sense since he was able to take a blow from Cormac with seemingly no incident. Shit, Am I really gonna duke it out with him in a battle of endurance!? Maybe if I was at a hundred but while my body is like that'd be ridiculous! I'd run out of breath before I'd get him bleeding.")

It seems the blast caused some of the blood on his face to char and get in his eyes. As he was busy wiping his face Tibaut had no hesitation in hitting him with a barrage of fireballs.

...

"You done yet?"

He exited the smoke of the attack with mind-boggling speed and Tibaut managed to trip his legs to send him flying into a wall. He quickly came back after kicking off the wall and managed to catch Tibaut's hair in a flying spin kick, after he relaxed his guard. It ripped a few strands of hair out but putting himself airborne, allowed Tibaut to land a free hit somewhere most men would have nightmares of being hit. After stretching one of his arms he managed to hit with an airborne punch to the balls. He landed on his feet and moved towards Tibaut as if it didn't happen.

("Huh? That wasn't like the rest of his body, those were soft. Well, relatively speaking anyway. Also, how the hell is he not down on the floor kneeling in pain?")

Albus once again got Tibaut in close quarters. He had gotten used to Albus's speed or rather his predictability in his moves and decided to dodge his punches while landing counters where he saw them.

("What the hell is going on? I thought he was fortifying his whole body but his nuts don't feel anywhere near as bad as hitting his stomach. What the hell is he doing to himself?")