A few days scraped by. The intense anger boiling within Momo had slightly dulled, seeing his sister somewhat happy once more.

They moved to Poclinton once more, taking their valuables and moving back into the countryside past the city of Howden, and finally making the 39-mile trip to Leeds in a singular minute.

“Why Leeds? What lies here?” Momo questioned the wraith, as Amirah peered over his shoulder.

“The weapons of the past. My axe, and my sword. They will both serve a unique purpose to our goals, in due time.” Rancour replied.

They walked through the city gates, a cloak hanging over them, not that they needed it, as the greater English state knew nothing of them, but the mystic and his son would make it known soon. The two walked through the city, drawing little attention as they moved toward the city centre, where Viking artefacts were held.

The two slipped by the guards unnoticed, breaking the containers of the sword and axe of Rancour. As he recovered the weapons, Rancour beckoned Momo fourth.

“Give me your sword.” Rancour instructed.

Momo extended his sword to Rancour, who, for the first time, physically interacted with it, holding it and the axe.

“I have noticed, you rely more upon your speed than your strength, which is no disadvantage, however, the sword no longer suits you.” He explained, as the sword and axe began revolving around one another in the air, a small ball of energy forming in-between them as the revolutions became faster, the energy engulfing them as a large flash of light escaped, leaving a double ended glaive upon his hands.

“This will suit your combat style far better than the sword. It will also be imbued with powers far beyond any weapon ever creatable within this world, given we continue to deepen our bond.” Rancour conveyed, handing the weapon to Momo as he began to enhance his own sword.

Momo examined his glaive, impressed at Nightfall’s exponentially increased power. The two walked out of the archives, sneaking outside the city with Amirah in tow. As the three reached the Harewood castle, the familiar face of Hjalmarr awaited him. Momo set down Amirah a few miles away from him and reappeared before Hjalmarr.

“Welcome again Momo! I had a feeling I would see you once more.” Hjalmarr greeted extatically.

“Come to die, Hjalmarr? Do you not remember the last time we fought?” Momo queried the large man who stood atop the castle tower.

“Oh that was just a warmup! This right here is the real match, and of course, your execution.” Hjalmarr laughed, leaping down from the tower.

“I suppose we’ll find out.” Momo replied bitterly.

Standing a few tens of yards away from one another, the two prepared to attack the other.

The two sprinted toward one another, their steps creating craters and cracks in the ground, Momo travelled slightly faster, swinging first and catching the giant off-guard as he swung, barely missing his chest as Hjalmarr blocked. The two struggled with one another, Hjalmarr gaining the edge and pushing Momo away as he performed acrobatics to escape the former who chasing him down.

Momo pulled his bow, firing multiple point blank arrows at Hjalmarr, which he easily blocked, swinging his axe at Momo, who narrowly evaded, retaliating, Momo swung his glaive at Hjalmarr, creating a large spectral explosion which knocked the giant off balance, allowing Momo to impale his torso upon his blade as he pushed him back, skirting off the ground and leaping into the air, shooting multiple arrows into his back.

“That one hurt more than the first time, right?” Momo gloated to the giant who turned to face him.

“You surprise me, that was significantly stronger than the last time you tried a trick like that.” Hjalmarr replied, a smirk emerging upon his face.

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Hjalmarr rushed toward Momo, cleaving toward him with his axe.

I can easily dodge this, and then stab him through the heart. Momo thought as he weaved under the blade.

Before he could think of another move, an electrified fist made direct contact with his face, sending him cratering away, a large hole being left upon the place the fist had connected to him.

Momo got up, shaking his head as electrical sparks pulsated off him. He looked at Hjalmarr who bellowed deeply, laughing at Momo’s blindsidedness. Momo snarled, realising that Hjalmarr had been given further power by his father, and now, he had control of the elements, albeit not on the same level as his father, as the punch did not do the same damage as his father’s lightning magics.

Momo cracked his neck, as Rancour appeared, preparing to help Momo defeat the newly empowered Hjalmarr.

Hjalmarr’s eyes widened with surprise. “Who’s the golden man? Is he one of those ‘wraiths’ father mentioned? Interesting!” He spoke, retaining his confident demeanour despite the wraith.

The two closed ranks with Hjalmarr, as they both coordinated their strikes at him. Hjalmarr used his raw power to violently parry their attacks, releasing electric volleys at Momo, wearing him down slightly as he began to counterattack Rancour, who dissipated, appearing behind Rancour and stabbing him in the leg, duplicating himself and stabbing him in the other leg.

Bringing himself together he re-entered Momo’s body as Hjalmarr spun around, together charging a punch and slamming into his ribs, hitting at full power with two impacts, catching Hjalmarr off-guard.

However, Hjalmarr remained determined, grabbing Momo by the neck and throwing him into the air, striking him with a fully electrified fist as he came crashing back down, sending him reeling as Rancour separated with him once more, blocking a killing strike aimed at Momo and splitting himself in two, clashing with Hjalmarr again.

As Momo struggled to his feet, Rancour re-merged himself, giving himself distance and allowing him to shoot a volley of spectral at Hjalmarr, landing a few.

Momo onlooked, as Rancour began spinning a golden fire onto his bow, the spectral flames encompassed him as Hjalmarr began running toward him.

Rancour shot the fire imbued spectral arrow at Hjalmarr, the ensuing explosion destroying the entire Harewood castle, vaporizing the entire one and a half mile radius of the area, and destroying the two hundred strong army. A large crater, tens of yards deep emerged as the smoke bellowing and the flames began to die, the wind blowing them away into nothingness once more.

As the dust settled upon the large crater, Momo went to join Rancour, shocked by the devastation they had caused.

“What have you done?” Momo asked, feeling the fear he first felt upon Rancour once more.

“It was necessary to put down Hjalmarr. I expended all the Spectral Energy I had reserved to destroy him.” Rancour stated, onlooking his work.

“But there were nearly a thousand people there, not even including the army.” Momo continued, a slight tremor in his voice.

“It was necessary, Momo, h-” Rancour was cut off, being thrown miles away with a punch as Momo backed up to see the regenerating Hjalmarr, as imposing as ever, charred and showing burnt portions of himself, holes and entire bones being completely vaporized as he quickly regenerated them.

Glaring at Momo and missing his usual charm, Hjalmarr cracked his knuckles and began walking toward Momo who glared back.

“I liked my army you damn brat. I’ll kill you and your filthy wraith to honour their deaths!” Hjalmarr yelled as his regeneration was complete.

“We’ll see, I’m still your better.” Momo replied calmly as the two walked to a point black position, glaring intently at one another.

The two turned, taking a few steps away from one another before drawing their weapons. The two felt their breaths become shallow, their focus peaking upon one another, their anger boiling hotter than fire. Their deaths were each other’s only priority.

They two rushed at one another furiously, an earthquake of an intense magnitude forming from the raw strength of their dashes. It did not affect the furious advance of the two, as the blades of Momo’s glaive and Hjalmarr’s axe clashed, the two were sent pummelling away from one another as lightning and spectral energy dissipated, furthering the earthquake’s magnitude.

The earthquake felt like the distant rumbling of thunder for tens of miles, shaking the ground violently for a few seconds as the two closed in upon one another again.

Hjalmarr weaved an attack from Momo, charging his punch and slamming it into Momo, sending him reeling and creating a shockwave that extended out tens of yards ahead of Momo, having the same effect as Momo’s spectral arrows, atomizing the road and a few yards of soil beneath it.

Momo quickly got up, evading a killing blow from Hjalmarr’s axe. Momo swung his Glaive at Hjalmarr, who parried it, sending the glaive flying away. Momo drew his and his father’s daggers, throwing them at his midsection and his shoulder, as they landed, Hjalmarr screamed in pain.

Momo retrieved them, drawing large amounts of blood from Hjalmarr as he landed multiple slashes upon Hjalmarr, who called a lightning bolt larger than even Ellanher’s upon him, sending him hundreds of yards back, into the crater created by Rancour.

Hjalmarr leaped down, his axe collecting large lightning bolts, focusing all their energy upon the axe. Momo moved to dodge the axe swing, as it missed him, creating even larger tremors from the the Earth, all the lightning entered his body, sending him hundreds of miles into the earth, utterly defeated.

Rancour quickly re-entered his body, giving him back his energy as he awoke with a gasp. Standing up in the hole, he leaped into the air, coming out of the crater to find Hjalmarr waiting for him.

“I’ll give you something Momo, you’re resilient. Putting you down will feel that much better when I do.” Hjalmarr scoffed.

“Tsk, I could say the same for you.” Momo replied sarcastically.

“I’ll let you off this time. Since you would’ve died without your wraith. I’ll see you when i’m in better spirits, Momo.” Hjalmarr lamented, Turning away.

Momo glared at him, but held himself back, knowing if he pursed the fight, he would die. Hjalmarr truly was the most unyielding warrior he had come across, killing him would be the greatest challenge he could ever face, perhaps that’s the challenge he could live for.