As the clash continued, Helial and his companions' actions were commented on the grandstand.
“He turned Aiako's body into ash. It will be impossible to bring him back to life”, commented Binio, frowning.
Although everyone was aware that they were witnessing a fight to the death, no one had thought that Helial could have done anything so cruel. Generally, it was best to leave a way out for the opponents, in order to avoid irreconcilable feuds.
"He has already killed Medea, why should he fear killing Aiako, an ordinary citizen of Orma?" Crispio laughed, looking at the rising star of the city, moving confidently in the arena.
Orma really needed a hero. It needed someone who could change its fate and guide it towards a new era. Although Germanicus, Cesar's son, possessed an extraordinary talent, he was nothing compared to Circe and Pseudonym; however, these two did not have the right personality to lead the city.
On the contrary, Helial seemed to embody all that a leader should be. Especially now, after his training behind closed doors, he seemed to be ready to take care of thousands of living beings.
Medusa, still trying to resist Snowflake's attack, had no way of thinking about Helial and continued to clash with the cat, who, as he had promised, was succeeding in his intent to keep the leader busy for at least five minutes.
Suddenly, a scream rose from the centre of the Colosseum and ripped through the sky.
It was difficult to understand what was going on in that bedlam, but almost immediately the most attentive spectators noticed that a flaming spear, identical to the one that had reduced Aiako to ashes, was stuck in Ceni's chest.
Helial, quite satisfied with what he had done, clapped his palms against each other and said: "Explode."
FWOOOSH
A storm of fire enveloped the Healer, who disappeared into thin air, just like Aiako.
Within a very short time, two pillars of Medusa's group had been reduced to dust.
While Medusa was still busy fighting Snowflake, the remaining members of her group began to feel a lot of pressure on them.
Without Ceni, now Atlanta and Margherita had to deal with Vlad, Helial, Lumia and Frankenstein.
How could they face them?
They were two against four, in evident disadvantage, and to make matters worse they had lost their hand-to-hand combatant and their Healer and Medusa was busy chasing Snowflake.
There was no possibility of reversing the clash. In fact, however strong they were, neither of them was trained to deal with hand-to-hand combat.
In fact, Margherita had a particular role in the group, as she provided support in the battlefield by killing enemies when they least expected it thanks to her latest technological devices. Atlanta, on the other hand, was used to fighting at a distance and hitting with her arrows.
Now that their frontline man and the Healer were out of the game, Atlanta and Margherita were just waiting to be massacred.
Snowflake suddenly felt his fur stand up. He changed direction at the last moment, avoiding for a second Medusa's Chakram, ready to decapitate him.
"Slut", swore Snowflake, using Authority of the Tyrant as much as possible.
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His body continued to vibrate imperceptibly and then finally release all the stored energy, a few milliseconds before the opponent could get her hands on him.
However, Medusa had begun to use something that nobody in Helial's team could take advantage of: Divine Sense. Using Divine Sense, Medusa could accurately perceive Snowflake's position, despite the fact the cat was moving with irregular jerks.
This was the difference between a warrior at the Second Phase and one at the Third.
Divine Sense allowed not only to manoeuvre weapons remotely and communicate telepathically much more efficiently, but was also an excellent resource for locating one's enemies in combat. Once located the position through the Divine Sense, even if the opponent was very fast, it would still have been possible to fight him.
Snowflake was beginning to feel tremendous pressure on him. Medusa was too strong for him. The cat realized that his survival would be decided by Medusa's anger and irrationality, because, blinded by fury, she did not deliver very precise blows and was in a hurry to knock out the cat to rescue her remaining team members.
"How about you do something before this filthy whore impales me?!" Yelled Snowflake.
At that exact moment, Snowflake's concentration and self-esteem had collapsed, preventing him from showing the full potential of Authority of the Tyrant.
Splat
The Medusa' Chakrams sank into his ribcage, causing him considerable damage. With a brusque jerk, Snowflake cracked four of his ribs, but prevented Medusa from piercing his lungs.
You lose 11.234 HP!
If he lost his ability to breathe, he would hardly have lasted more than a second. He glanced at the red HP bar.
4.136/15.420
After a few moments, a warm and benevolent light enveloped the cat.
Skill Activated:
Healing
Skill Activated:
Divine Healing
You recover 4.523 HP!
You recover 9.543 HP!
Lulu quickly cast two Healing Skills, adding several Buffs.
Skill Activated:
Clear Mind
Skill Activated:
Light Step
Lulu had buffed both his concentration and speed. Snowflake recovered immediately and felt his self-esteem rise.
He looked down on Medusa as he dodged yet another fatal blow that threatened to kill him.
"Hey bitch, have you ever seen such a fast cat?"
Medusa, verbally harassed, was more and more furious. She had completely lost her mind.
"No? Don't worry, if you come with me, I guarantee you that I won't be as quick between the sheets."
Screaming at the sky, Medusa superimposed the two Chakrams and her eyes began to glow with green and grey lights.
Skill Activated
Dream of the Gorgon
Snowflake's mind was attacked by countless remnants of demonic consciousness. In front of his eyes, countless monsters had appeared which, instead of hair, had numerous snakes on their heads. The cat was motionless, trapped in the Illusion.
Dream of the Gorgon was a Skill that could create terrifying illusions in the enemies' mind. Once lost the ability to move, killing Snowflake would have been child's play for Medusa.
Kicking the ground with force, the descendant of the Sect of the Worthy jumped towards the cat.
The crowd exploded into a deafening roar, cheering for Medusa. Until then, Aiako and Ceni's death had appeared to them only as a bad joke. Everyone was convinced that Helial and his friends had shamelessly cheated. Actually, Helial had only used Aiako's moment of distraction to kill him and gain an advantage. Not exactly cheating, it had been a strategic action, even if it seemed a deception. An honourable fighter would never use such a devious technique!
The audience was finally about see the death of his favourites avenged when, out of nowhere, a demonic Aura enveloped the whole arena.
Everyone's eyes turned to the source of that suffocating demonic Mana.
BOOM
A runic circle had appeared under the feet of the black silhouette that had catapulted itself against Medusa, cutting her way and preventing her from tearing Snowflake to pieces.
"Filthy bastard," growled Medusa, her pride wounded. The clash that should have avenged Medea's death had turned into a complete failure. Nothing was proceeding as Medusa had planned, and not only was she not able to restore the honour that that little King's bastard had taken from her sister, but neither was she managing to create a way to the apex, towards Pseudonym and Circe's talents, almost unreachable.
The Chakrams in Medusa's hands suddenly seemed to multiply. Thousands of Chakram-shaped shadows filled the space around, ready to tear apart Helial and Snowflake's bodies.
Skill Activated:
Metamorphosis
Skill Activated:
Runic Condensation
Helial's fingers, three on each hand, covered with thick complex-looking runes. Two small translucent horns began to form on the boy's forehead and a web of black veins appeared around his eyes.
At that moment, Helial didn't look like a Human anymore and had taken on the appearance of a Demon