His fists were already approaching Tibaut and he didn't have time to block it. Being so close to the explosion made it seem louder than the others and for a very brief moment, he wondered if that did the job until he reflexively blocked a punch from him at the last moment. It was with the finger-deficient arm and he could hear something crack as he blocked it.
He stared at Albus's torso and it was only marginally more injured than he recalled it being.
("I didn't crack the crab's armour.")
He thought as he swept his legs and sent him to the floor. He quickly backed away and fired another fireball but again he blocked it with his arms.
("All I did was chip the bark off a tree.") Tibaut's thoughts strung together as he watched him stand up. He sent a fireball at feet but Albus kicked it before he could do any meaningful damage to the wooden floor. His tank top was gone, the shoe he kicked with was also gone and his pants were holding on for dear life. His torso looked somewhat unpleasant but compared to Tibaut he looked like he had just had a spa day.
("Honestly, if we're counting actual fights he's probably the third hardest opponent I've faced.") Albus thought to himself as he kipped up.
("And honestly he's probably the only person I've fought that didn't have a counter to my magic.")
As Albus stared at the man in front of him he couldn't help but wonder how he was still standing.
He was pale and had been sweating buckets since the fight had started. He was already injured when the fight began yet he still managed to stand after taking two of his punches. His hand was nearly gone and his arm is more of a decoration than a limb at this point due to the abuse it's been through.
("I have to hand it to him. If our magic were swapped I would have been completely trounced. It seems the Gods really do bless people like me. Though I wouldn't mind a simple magic like fire. It'd probably be more flashy than magic that modified your body.") Albus thought watching Tibaut.
Although he said this, his magic was far superior to some simple fire magic.
It allowed him to modify certain aspects of his body. What would this entail? A lot more than you'd think. He could control the toughness of his skin. He could move certain body parts if he felt it (Though he only used this to keep certain body parts or bones intact.) If he felt like it he could turn off his sense of pain or heat. But this all had a limit, especially the modifications he made for combat. His muscles and bones would usually be sore depending on how heavily he altered them. And sore in this case could mean pain so agonising he wouldn't be able to move for a day.
He casually dodged the fireball thrown his way as drifted off in thought. He picked up a chair he dodged into and threw it at Tibaut.
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Tibaut wasted no time dodging it and shot several fireballs he had prepared behind him at Albus but within the short period he had his attention focused on the chair, Albus came within his range. He had already fired off the fireballs and Tibaut did his best to block them. The blast sent him flying back and he began profusely coughing up blood as he landed on the floor. He kept coughing it up until coughed a large chunk of something and he felt his breathing return to normal. Well as normal as feeling every nameable organ inside you scream in pain from your every breath could feel.
He heard someone click their tongue and looked up to see Albus sending exactly where he left him. His torso was looking more damaged and Albus looked at it in distraught.
("Shit, how long is going to struggle?") Albus wondered as he walked over to him.
Tibaut screamed in pain when he mistakenly put force on the hand that served no longer served a purpose, trying to get up. He fell to the floor before forcing himself up with his one good hand. His legs were shaky as stared Albus down and it didn't even seem he had the energy to gain some distance. He fired another fireball at Albus but the man with flawless skin didn't see the necessity of dodging it. It would definitely leave him sore when he stopped his magic but this was the end as far as he was concerned. Tibaut put up a good fight, but that's all it was. A good fight.
He sent a punch hurling at Tibaut's head but he dug down deep and managed to block it. It was the arm he severely damaged earlier and with this punch, it had snapped in two. Even if he hadn't landed a clean hit, the momentum he hit the arm with sent Tibaut's head sideways and left him dazed. He sent another directed at his gut and almost immediately Tibaut coughed up enough blood to paint a room with. It wasn't a question of how many of his internal organs were injured but how badly they had been injured.
Albus sent another punch directed at his face but yet again he blocked it, this time with his good arm. It didn't snap in half like the last but an audible crack was heard throughout the room. The force of the impact broke his nose and he staggered back yet remained standing. He began screaming out in pain but didn't step down.
Albus had had enough of watching him struggle in pain and attempted a flashy kick to his head to end it. It wasn't particularly clean and he only copied what he saw Tibaut do earlier. But it was still as fast as the other moves he had used. Which is why it came as a surprise that the scrap meat in front of him had enough energy to dodge. Not only did he duck it but he rapidly placed his hand over Albus's mouth as he moved himself closer to his enemy.
Albus briefly wondered why he did this but the heat in his mouth provided a quick answer.
Tibaut's other hand was destroyed but he was confident he had defeated Albus. It was a shame he had to kill him but he couldn't afford to be sloppy with an enemy willing to kill him. He fell to the ground and observed Albus still standing, almost lifeless.
("I guess it's over.")
That briefly ran through his mind until he saw Albus's legs. He knew he had bulked up somehow in their fight but were they this large? Plus instead of looking defined, they were more like someone had shoved the muscle mass of a wolf into a single leg.
As he wondered what happened to him, he was sent flying into a wall. A sickening splat was heard and a splotch of blood clearly marked the part of the wall he had impacted. In the centre of the blood was Tibaut whose body had been lodged in the nearly six-inch thick wall. His back had broken through it but his head and legs were still inside.
The man responsible began coughing. He was substantially larger in terms of body mass.
("If I hadn't increased my bone and muscle mass when he did that, my brain would be mush...")
The inside of his mouth had been burnt but he preferred that to the alternative of death.
He looked to Tibaut and despite the kick he gave him, he was still breathing, albeit weakly and infrequently.
("What the hell is this guy made of?")