He pushed the light sword back, and then headbutted his opponent, knocking him backwards. Sam reached out with his free hand, and seized the alien by the neck, tossing him up into the air. Repeating the same maneuver he had used with the Grakoth warrior, he slammed his hammer into the body of the falling alien, shooting him across the battlefield.
Sam ran after the man, this time remembering the effect that letting him leave his area of dominance had had before. He would not let himself get distracted by the legions of warring aliens surrounding him. He had no idea which side was the better one, but for now, it hardly mattered, seeing as both of them seemed to be out for his blood.
Sam reached the alien before he even hit the ground, and sent his fist up into the middle of the man’s back, fracturing something there. He then leaned over, and slammed his hammer down into the middle of the man’s torso, pulverizing organs and slamming him into the ground. The ground cracked open beneath him, and he spat out green blood as he landed.
Sam took a step backwards, as the alien lashed out with his sword, almost scoring a hit on his armor. Almost, but not quite. Sam raised his hammer high above his head, and packed it full of his power, causing it to glow with a bright light. The look on the alien's face however quickly turned from resignation, to joy, and Sam barely sidestepped a titanic attack that had been aimed for his head. It had looked like a beam of blue light, in the vague shape of a hammer.
He turned around, and saw a fish man who was clearly a step above the rest. He stood almost ten feet tall, and held a massive warhammer in both hands, with a head made out of what looked like diamond. A roiling aura of pure power spread out from the man, and the ground around him was distorted, as if it was in the middle of a heat haze.
“So, you are the interloper who is causing so much chaos among our ranks,” the newcomer said, in a deep voice. “I am General Sakarth of the Salvarians, and I am your end.”
The man took a moment to let the message sink in, and then rushed Sam, with his hammer held high. The weapon glowed with a bright light as he charged, looking as if it was gaining power from the momentum that the general was imbuing into it. Sam waited until the last moment, and then rolled out of the way, watching out of the corner of his eye as the strike landed behind him. There was a rattling boom, as if a bomb had gone off, and Sam was tossed off his feet by the shockwave. The ground behind him was utterly devastated, and the alien wrenched his hammer out of the ground, heading for Sam again.
His movements were both fast and strong, which was concerning. This was clearly one of the elites of the species that Sam was facing here. Sam landed heavily a few feet away, and rolled to his feet, just as another devastating strike landed behind him. He rose to his feet, and swung his hammer around, aiming for the other man’s head. The alien leader planted the base of his hammer in the ground, and Sam’s hammer glanced off of it, heading to the ground. He wrested control over the weapon once more, and got it up just in time to block a whipping strike from the haft of the alien's hammer.
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All around them, the battle raged on, but it seemed almost muted now that Sam was in conflict with such a powerful foe. Sam brought his hammer to bear, and sent it streaking in towards the alien, using every last bit of his weapon prowess to guide his strike. The attack slipped past a preemptive block, and slammed into the alien’s torso, doubling him over. However, the effect had been muted, and Sam groaned. This new challenger was a cut above all the rest, and Sam was starting to get a measure of the man’s strength. It was not looking good. It seemed like this alien was quite a bit weaker than Hugo Mar had been, but not by that much, and Sam knew that if there were people like this out in the universe, then he and his faction would have a rough time once the Universal tournaments came around, especially considering the fact that all of the strongest aliens would have access to the training sessions as well. Unless…
“You already used your training token, didn’t you?” Sam asked the alien, as he backed away.
“Of course. Why else do you think you are struggling so much? I am far beyond you, intruder. You are only realizing your folly now?” The general said, his voice slightly mocking. However, this did not get the response that he was looking for.
Sam laughed at this declaration, a sudden kernel of joy blossoming in his chest. He was so strong that he was able to stand against people who had already gone through the ultimate training session available within the early days of the Initialization, and not be completely crushed. Sure, there was a power difference, but it was not insurmountable. Sam had faced greater odds before. This mirth showed on his face, and Sakarth frowned.
“What is so funny to you? Have you finally lost your mind in the face of my might?”
“I realized that you must be one of the strongest among your species, and that is a showing of just how pathetic you aliens really are. I have yet to complete my training session, yet I am already able to fight against a being like you. When this ends, I will truly be unstoppable.”
Sam grinned, and triggered all of his enhancements at once, filling his body with white hot power. Surging forward, he caught the other man off guard, flashing across the ground in the blink of an eye. His hammer was raised and swung within a fraction of a second, catapulting his foe backwards. He broke past the System granted durability of the man, and forced physics to hold sway one more, battering him off his feet and into the air.
Blood sprayed everywhere, and Sam laughed. He had gotten the measure of his opponent now. With all of his enhancements, he was far stronger than in his base state, and more than a match for anything that could be thrown against him now. As the alien general fell, he began to weave some sort of spell together between his fingers, imbuing his hammer with light. The weapon seemed to double in conceptual strength as Sakarth fell, and Sam instinctively shied away from the incoming blow. Whatever was coming, he had no wish to experience for himself.