Edgar picked up the slack, and eviscerated a few of the fighters with his wind skills, sending them in through cracks in their armor. The abilities would never have gotten through the highly durable armor otherwise. However, with his elemental energy. Edgar was a master at breaking through barriers.
Eventually, they reached the end of the hallway, finding themselves in a large atrium, where a throne stood. On that throne was the city lord, clutching a massive sword that blazed with light. Around him were a dozen of the strongest Uthraki that Jonathan had even seen,with their own colossal weaponry. With a rage filled glare, the city lord got to his feet.
“You filth think that you can invade my palace? You degenerate scum, gathered from the streets of this city by that addled old man? I will kill you here and now, and then string you up off the city walls as a reminder to never disobey me!” Mortan screamed the last few words, and launched himself from his throne towards them.
With a roar of rage, he raised his sword over his head, sending energy into it. Like shadows of his motion, the other Uthraki sprang into action, mirroring his movements. Jonathan gathered his power to his fists, and sent Divinity rushing through his body, not wasting any time. His improved Smite went off without a hitch, and his body filled with golden power. With a roar, he jumped, sending himself on a collision course with his enemy.
Beneath him, the other Uthraki engaged in a massive brawl, with Edgar lending a hand. However, Jonathan's mind was in a different place. He cocked back his fist, mirroring the motion of his enemy, and then punched, sending a Void enhanced fist, crackling with energy, slamming through the sound barrier. The Uthraki grinned, and sped up the motion of his own blade as well. A moment later, they collided. There was a brief pause as the two energies rushed towards one another, and then a thunderous detonation as both fighters were blasted backwards. Jonathan flipped in the air, and landed on his feet. Mortan did not bother with such theatrics, instead crashing down to the ground without a care in the world. He bounced back up, and landed on his feet.
“Finally, a worthy-” The Uthraki began. He was interrupted by Jonathan.
“Seriously? A movie reference, and you’re not even from my world?”
The man froze, his face in a strange position. Then Jonathan surged forwards, moving like a bolt of purple lightning. Each step turned the rock beneath him to dust, and by the time he reached his enemy, he was moving at a speed well beyond the ability of anyone save for the city lord to see. However, even the city lord was hard pressed to track him. Instead, the Uthraki summoned a massive slab of molten rock to the end of his blade, creating a gargantuan paddle of cooling rock around it.
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Jonathan’s eyes widened, but he was unable to dodge in time. The attack hit him like a massive flyswatter, and he was blasted backwards, his bones fracturing under the strike. The city lord might have been a bit slower than Jonathan, but he was stronger as well.
Jonathan skidded to a halt amidst the warring Uthraki. None of them made a move towards him, too engrossed in their own battle. Jonathan would have helped, but he lacked the time. He ducked under a lightning fast strike from the thin edge of the molten sword, and watched as it bisected a few of the Uthraki, turning them into chunks of flesh. It was not a tidy way to go.
The city lord swerved around, conserving his motion, and then swung once more, almost catching Jonathan. This time however he was ready. While the sword that the city lord used was durable, enough to stop Jonathan from breaking it, the aggregation of stone around it was not. His fist barreled forwards, straight into the path of the weapon. The stone shattered beneath the force, but so did his fingers. With a curse, Jonathan withdrew his hand, and surged forwards, cocking his free hand back. The shattering of the sword had briefly stunned the other fighter, and there was an opening available, no matter how small. Jonathan took it.
His fist moved perfectly, hammering home into the small gap in the Uthraki’s defenses. His clawed gauntlet smashed into Mortan’s windpipe. While it would not be fatal at this level, a smashed windpipe would be very distracting. Besides, his main targets were the vertebrae.
His fist blasted the man backwards, and he felt the satisfying crunch of bone under his gauntlet. The Uthraki was bent around the strike, and slammed into the wall a moment later. With the crack of shattering obsidian, a nova of red light exploded outwards from the warlord, turning into a storm of razor sharp obsidian fragments. They pinged off of Jonathan’s armor without causing much harm, but they ripped through the far more lightly armored fighters from the guild. With a booming laugh that quickly turned into a storm of coughing from the smashed windpipe, the Uthraki city lord came crashing down in front of Jonathan, a red glint in his eyes. That was Jonathan’s only cue that an enhancement ability had been triggered.
There was a shockwave as the Uthraki took off, and for the briefest of moments, he was entirely invisible. A fist that felt like a city sized cannon going off smashed into Jonathan’s torso, crushing his organs and bones alike. Then the enhancement faded, and Mortan stumbled. Jonathan skipped across the unyielding ground like a stone, each impact driving the breath out of his lungs. He came to a screeching halt against the side of the room, gasping in pain. His body felt like it had been put through a rock tumbler, and he could barely get up.
He could see the form of Mortan stumbling towards him, through blurry eyes, and he forced himself to his feet. Smite was still running, but absorbing that strike had done a number on his reserves. He had about another minute left with the skill, if not less.
Jonathan levered himself to his feet, grunting from the effort, and faced off against the Uthraki leader. With a snarl, he tensed his muscles, trying to snap out of the haze that he was in. His entire stomach was basically ruined, and blood leaked out of the corners of his mouth. However, he was still alive.