A Clash of Will

The sun blazed, casting over the pink and purple-leaved forest. A heavy wind blew across the Ursus Tribe camp. Inside the camp hut, tensions were high as Bo and Leif stood their ground with folded arms before Joar and his herd of warriors in front of the huts busted open doors.

Amongst the pack of warriors, a man from Joar's group spoke. His eyes were wide, and he didn’t blink once. He goaded Joar, "Hey, boss, let's just beat the kid up. What’s he gonna do about it?" His knuckles cracked.

Joar's right eye began twitching as if he were a bug, he clenched his fist.

"You might be right!” He replied.

He looked towards Bo and continued, “Listen. I don’t want to keep King Ignerous waiting because of some kid. So it's either you hand over Feng and avoid anyone getting hurt, or I wipe out everyone here. Choose your poison child."

Forced into a dilemma he had no choice but to either double down on his decision or prioritize the Ursus tribe’s safety. He tilted his head but raised it back up quickly, he spoke firmly as he raised his hand pointing directly at Joar. "I could give a damn about you or your king. I can see your ill intentions just by the look of your face. Feng has decided what he wants, so he’s staying with us!"

Joar’s head began flustering, veins bulging through his skull before easing them down again. He looked around the hut, and kept his head down, he snarled, "Very well. You've chosen death." He turned to his eager companions, bloodthirsty and ready for a fight.

"Have fun with them!" He said.

Amidst the mounting tension, Bo took a deep breath, his heart was pumping through his chest, and sweat was falling down his face profusely. His mind began racing to formulate a plan. His voice cut through the charged atmosphere as he began issuing orders, "Leif, take Eira and get out of here! Kirby, you do the same with Feng! I'll handle the rest!"

Leif turned his head towards Bo with raised eyebrows as he drew his two swords. He questioned Bo, thinking, "What the hell’s this guy talking about!? He thinks he can take them all on his own!?" His brow arched as irradiance etched across his face, He looked off Bo as he stared deep into the storm of the opposing herd,

Taking one deep breath before jolting headfirst into them.

Bo's gaze never wavered from Joar as he began speaking to Kirby, "Well you understand what this means, Kirby. It's just me and you now." He turned his head back to Kirby and noticed he had already fled the scene.

"What! Where did he go?" Bo’s octaves became shaky, his voice shifting, recognizing that he’s now left isolated as he initially planned. He immediately turned his head back in place, shifting his attention back to Joar.

The only thing he could see was Joars wide fist buried into his face, launching him across the hut and crashing through the interior walls.

His body lying outside on the grass with the blazing sun looking down on him. He noticed Kirby escaping the camp and running to a nearby bush. He began slowly picking himself back to his feet, feeling every fiber of impact Joars fist packed.

Noticing Joar inching closer to him by the step, He thought, "He’s clearly stronger than me. So I can't challenge him directly."

He mused, "But strength isn’t the deciding factor. I need to find a weakness, some vulnerability."

Coming to a halt Joar shadowed over him with the sunn bathing over the camp and began chuckling. His shadow appeared 10 times the size he was.

“Look at you cowardice, scared. I tried to warn you, but now it’s too late… Your death has already started!!” Joar exclaimed.

A piercing gust of wind blew strikes at Bo coming directly from Joars arm. Before Bo's mind could even process the fast-approaching wind he launched himself out of the way, managing to evade it.

“What the hell was that? The speed of that wind couldn’t possibly have come from him… Right!?”

As Bo turned his head he could see the devastation that Joar’s one single swing could cause. Dozens of trees were cut in half like scissors chopping paper, the damage that was left was nothing short of inhumane.

“You can’t run forever. This is the Jutonn Fang, a power made for speed! A wind made to cut the weak. Let’s see if your legs can move faster than my wind.”

He began raising his arm to the sky, un-balling his fist revealing his razor-sharp and long nails. His nails alone could pierce like a knife. He wiped his arms down with inhumane speed as if his arms had become a sword, once again the Jutonn Fang sent a piercing wind that Bo could only dodge by a hair.

Bo assessed in his head, “This ability he has is definitely killer, if even one of those supposed ‘Jutonn Fangs’ hit me directly I’ll be completely wiped out. But to slash a wind so sharp it could only mean he’s using a ton of energy. The fatigue has to get to him at some point.”

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His eyes widened, “Another one!”

He jumped out of the Jutonn Fang’s way not just once but three times leaping from left to right. The trees just behind him were all now shredded to stubs

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Landing with one knee on the ground he looked up at Joar who was drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

"Joar's fatigue will work to my advantage," He realized. "I have to bide my time and seize the opportunity to strike."

Meanwhile, back inside the hut, Leif had been fighting off the hurd of enemy warriors.

Though outnumbered and clustered by the body heat radiating all over the hut, nothing seemed to bother the boy. He sliced one of the warriors straight through the chest, with his two silver blades glistening in blood. His chest was pumping and his body was juiced by a surging adrenaline. Rather than fearful he seemed to be very inviting to their malice.

As he kept piercing through the hearts of the Jutonn Tribe warriors, he noticed his body slowing down. Finally, the opposing herd had laid their mark on him with a blade cutting his cheek. More and more blood was being drawn to his blade, yet with each warrior that had fallen by his hands were two more following up.

“Dammit! There’s just too much! How the hell am I supposed to reach Eira?” He was conflicted backing away from the herd.

He had no answer for the overwhelming numbers he was up against. So he did what only he could do best, yell and yell ignorantly.

“HEY EIRA!! I know you hear me fighting off these bastards for you, do me solid and GET THE HELL UP WONT YOU! Isn’t it you who said you have something to fight for, or am I wrong!! Ya think you can get anything by sitting your ass on the floor!?”

Everyone came to a halt in synchronization, purely out of confusion.

“Oh please, you think I would let myself die that easily.” She confidently asserted.

In the midst of the herd, she rose to her feet. The surrounding warriors were intrigued and even impressed.

“So you're still alive even after a hit like that from Joar? That’s quite impressive.” One of them said. They chuckled, refusing to take her seriously in any way.

Eira wiped the inkling of dirt left on her face from the hut’s floor, her face was expressionless. She drew a knife from her satchel, its head was diamond-shaped and its base was slim with three holes running down the middle as handles. She clinched onto the knife and took a deep breath.

“Type B: Cloud!” She murmured just before launching the knife to the floor.

A thick fog began covering the campus’s hut, it was as if a smoke screen had been let off. The fog's thickness was completely blinding. The warriors couldn’t see anything, a confusion started breaking out amongst their ranks questioning this girl,

“Dammit, she has a Mantle!” “You're telling me this girl got powers!?” Their frustration was peaking, the thought of being lost in a fog this thick and all of it stemming from merely a knife.

Amongst the confusion, her subtle chuckle loomed across the room.

“Now sleep.” She said.

Knives flew piercing through the robes of every warrior surrounding her. No one could tell from where, what direction, or how she was doing it. The fog began clearing up, it was evident that the herd of warriors were all collapsed to the floor and knocked out; Eira being the only one standing amongst them.

{Mantle: Dormant Gildawn Knives}

Leif’s jaw dropped. “She’s a damn monster. To think those knives were her mantle this whole time.” He thought.

“I hit them with ‘Type C: Drain’ They should be knocked for at least the next couple minutes” Eira stated.

“We have to be quick, where is Bo?” She questioned.

Leif pointed at the busted wall Joar had previously made. Looking through the wall Eira could only see a cloud of dust but she knew that Bo was out there fighting.

Suddenly walking up to the two was Feng, with tears flowing down his face like a river, he approached the two wobbling over to them and tightly gripped onto Eira’s top.

“Why? Why!? What’s making him do this, he can’t take him all by himself, and he barely even knows me! Why is he doing this for me!?” He cried,

“I know, It’s my fault… I’m useless. But look at him… he doesn’t deserve to die because of me!” He shouted desperately,

Both Eira and Leif looked outside once again after the dust cleared off, their eyes were wide looking at Bo.

The boy's body had been completely damaged. Scars from head to toe, leaking blood from every wound. It seemed that Joars Jutonn Fang had hit him… and more than once, yet he was still on his two feet, even a subtle breeze could knock him down at that point yet his body refused to collapse.

“I’ll ADMIT IM IMPRESSED! YOU JUST WON’T GO AWAY!” Joar gleamed inhaling and exhaling mightily.

“Surely… one more will do the trick.” Joar raised his hand to the sky once more. However, just before he could wipe his arm down, a sharp pain appeared in his stomach causing his body to freeze. His jaw was wide open and his eyes were popping out of his face, as he looked down all he could see was a pool of blood and a sword sticking through his stomach.

“From behind?!” He questioned.

He suddenly trembled to his knees and collapsed on the floor revealing Leif withdrawing his blade from behind with Eira standing alongside him, however, their eyes were set upon what was before them.

The two quickly ran to Bo, hoisting both his arms over their heads being the only thing holding him up.

“It’s fine now, you did okay alright, you're always trying to be the hero ya asshole. We’ll take the rest from here okay?” Leif said to Bo.

Leif smiled.

“It’s not fully over yet though, we to got make sure all the warriors I knocked out back at the hut are eliminated for good before they wake back up… But I think we got this one.” Eira stated.

“Lief hold on to Bo I’ll handle the ones in the hut.” As Eira began running back to the hut, the weight of battle finally brushed off the Tribes shoulders.

However, just before Eira could enter through the destroyed wall of the hut, a sharp gust of wind slashed her back, immediately knocking her unconscious.

Bo and Leif’s eyes were broad, the weight they had just been relieved of suddenly doubled.

“A Jutonn Fang? But how could that be possible…” Bo thought, as he looked toward Joar and noticed him slowly rising from the floor while holding his blood-splattered stomach.

“I have a job to finish… and I won't let you kids get in the way of it.” Joar persisted while coughing up blood.

He finally rose to his feet once more and raised his hand to the sky. “As I said your death has already begun.”

Just before Joar would wipe his arm down, Leif‘s body moved before he could even process what was happening and shoved Bo completely out of the line of fire. Leaving himself to deal with it all.

Bo's heart sank as he watched Joar wipe his arm down. Each nanosecond felt like a lifetime, leaving only an inkling of time to shout pointlessly as he watched his friend fall.

"LEIFFFF!"