The tremor was heavy, this time the opponents he’s facing were marching. The ground would quake from their stomps, what’s more his adrenaline was boiling giving him a meager strength. Still, the power of the axe so far infused, and yet his body suddenly in a feeble state. A curious thing he question, for now, he needed to finished what he organizes before consulting with the dwarfs for an answer.
“I suck at this… Should have studied how to deal with rocks.” Akatosh mumble’s gathering his remaining strength for decisive clash.
The traveler could tell the golems were measuring him as they close the gap. Having no knowledge or whatsoever about runic golems, he decides his own strategy. That is to poke, evade and run while gathering as much intel what runic golems are capable.
Taking seven deep breath and after which, Akatosh dashes in for a swing of his axe. In unison the golems smash the ground, shaking the area for their enemy to lose his balance. Sure enough, Akatosh fumbles to the ground but manage to stabilize his struggles by nailing the pointy side of the axe giving him support.
In a short amount of time, he saw the three golems dashing for a colossal attack and taking a direct punch from their fists would send him six feet under. The Only thing Akatosh can prevail was his speed and reflexes. As it was, he was able to evade their humongous fists but even for only a meter Akatosh felt his body quivering from the resonating magic surrounding the golems.
Adrenaline is boiling, his sweats were the size of a corn, his breathing were heavy yet calm, there Akatosh goes dashing them in circles, like a wolf circling its prey for an opportunity to pounce. Somehow, he was able to confuse their attention, for his main goal was to separate them. Synchronously, his axe was coming alive spewing lightning. After successfully separating the golems about twenty to thirty meters apart he goes towards the farthest of its allies. Using his superior abilities, Akatosh closes in, evading the golems attack and when his plan connects, he savagely swings his axe at the leg. And by surprise, the golem lost balance from loosing its other limb. While on the ground, Akatosh didn’t hesitate to hammer his powerful axe and from there a substantial bolt of lightning and thunder combined directly strikes the golems rupturing its body into chunks of stone.
“That’s odd, runic golems are immune to magical weapons so why is he…” Says one of the adventurers who was watching the show.
Just when Akatosh disposed the first golem, a hurl of boulder size of a car was flying towards him. Sudden and unable to dodge the boulder sweeps him away from the dead golem. The force was dynamic enough to send Akatosh sandwich on the gladiator’s wall.
It was a catastrophe, the attack from the golem awfully did gave the traveler a fatal compensation. Thanks to his armor and his buffs, Akatosh would have been turn into a grind meat pasted to the wall. Yet even the best of his mended body and abilities he suffers great injuries. Lightning burst, the bolder that was thrown from the traveler explodes and came Akatosh grunting.
Time was fast and death is near, in the meantime while his axe is still intact with his hand, he saw the other golem picking another boulder to throw, so as the other one dashes for an uppercut. Moving his left shoulder for a twohanded style, Akatosh felt cold when he saw his arm limping.
A split second of observing was all it took, from his left arm all the bones were broken, his flesh was smashed, blood drips. Not only but his whole body were injured from the inside and outside. A brief of compensating he saw death was rocketing, and at the same time the ground trembles from the dashing of the second golem ready to send him flying.
Pumping out his adrenaline, he barely avoided the incoming projectile unfortunately for the second golem evading was not on the list. From him to survive, he needed a new strategy and that is go for an offense.
“Eat this shit!” He grunts.
Using only one hand, he rests his axe on his shoulder. Utilizing every part of his body, he muscles up the axe, catapulting to be precise. Gambling his rumbling axe against the golem’s pulsating fist, the entire area was hit by a tremendous blast.
When the dust settled through the vacuum of the pipes, the runic golem’s right body was ravage while Akatosh was rocketed sixty meters away from the clash. And when death was ready to hold Akatosh’s life, forgemaster orders to maximize the barriers and sends reinforcement. Adding up the last standing runic golem gathers up all the destroyed runic golem’s bodies scattered from the arena through magnetizing their shattered parts, there all the three golems were mashed into one colossal runic golem and this time it’s glowing in crimson fire.
Akatosh’s Igorot axe begins to kindle as he growls, for the spirit of the storm giant slowly curbs the traveler.
“Shiiiiieeettt…” Amaragnum chuckles upon witnessing his partners situation. “This could be fun.”
Summoning three more colossal runic golems, the audience begins to get uneasy. Their senses would tell them to leave, but curiosity overpowers their mind forcing them stay. In the end, most of the audience who are not dwarfs scatters away when they felt the ominous lightning and thunder reaping out from Akatosh.
Steadily as he gets up from the ground, the three giant golems dash out to distinguished the raging storm. At a distance of fifty meters, all of the people that stays in the area all witness the beautiful flickering crimson fire of the axe as it discharges thick lightning.
“Bring me that damn elf.” Forgemaster roars when suddenly, a blast of air and lightning explodes through the gladiator’s area.
A single pummel from the ground creates a shockwave causing the golems to halt their attack. Before the dust could be cleanse a burst of strong lightning decimates the field, carving every corners it strikes. Suddenly Akatosh came charging towards the three giants bringing with him a clamoring storm of lightning. With a wave of his weapons sends a tremendous barrage of lightning decimating the three into shattered rubbles. At the same time, when the dust calms and the golems were destroyed the elf who forge the enhancement was on the arena.
“Most interesting… how interesting.” Amaragnum implores.
The once expressionless elf suddenly felt a surge of ungodly magic and suddenly disappear. Before he could comprehend the cause of that flash impression, Akatosh emerge at his back swinging his weapon for a decapitation.
Teleported before the axe could savior his life, he saw Akatosh charging at him with fury.
“Awaken thee.” The elf whispers, there a spectral female ghost appears cloak in beautiful white clothes it then covers the elf with her transparent cloak as it slowly disappears.
Lightning claws at every place but when it reaches the elf it was quickly repels. Unfaced from the incoming berserk man his body turns to mist when Akatosh delivers a blow.
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“WAIT!! DON’T USE THE VACUUM YET!” Shouts the forgemaster.
The mist that was created suddenly multiply and the elf was nowhere to be seen, vanished into thin air. Covering the whole arena, Akatosh felt his lungs being poison, his brain slowly distorted additionally his body weakens.
Using the power of the axe, the traveler tries to cleans the place by blasting the atmosphere using air. That however didn’t work at his favor, for the mist slips through air, unhinge by the blast.
“Okay then… let’s sprinkle some spices for a good show.” Amaragnum implores flickering a spell; “Now get him dog!” It was a flash cast as a blast of wave quickly disperse the mist and at the same time it reveals the elf in hiding.
Upon seeing the elf, Akatosh immediately went on assault mode. The elf didn’t waste a second and quickly cast dozens of protection magic in a one single cast through a single wave of his hand. Yet with his abundant protection, the elf’s instinct tells him to avoid the incoming attack. In a blink of an eye, the elf cast a doppelganger teleporting himself while his double stays bearing the outcome.
Dead on his decision, even with the amount of protection spell that was invested, the doppelganger was decimated in seconds. Unable to grasp what abilities nor power his opponent had, he needed to bit by bit understand the capabilities before doing an absolute clash. By looking at the state of the human he was facing, he’s no different than a walking corps. He was enthralled how fatal his injuries, so far Akatosh was able to wreak havoc.
Leaving with two options, the elf could prolong the battle and in return he might able to fully feed his curiosity. As for the other decision, he needed to end Akatosh’s rage before he could create further damage since the barrier was slowly deteriorating.
Flickering, in a flash the elf was teleporting whilst simultaneously cast spells that cultivates his understanding on how to deal with Akatosh. A chase of a cat and mouse so to say, the only twist was, the mouse was throwing offensive and defensive spell towards the attacker. But no matter how many times the elf heave at the traveler, Akatosh would either dodge his spell nor break his protection magic.
“Strange… I didn’t place any dispel, spell breaker nor any other types of counter magic. And that strange sensation coming from this man… Who are you really?” The elf asserts. “Come Haiden, Risha.” The Elf cries.
To the enchanter’s words a blue beam ruptures the arena, when the entrance was diminished there were two people, one holds a wooden staff while the other holds a grimoire. The one that holds a grimoire was a human, a middle age man who had a braided chestnut hair and his name was Haiden. As for the other person, she was a half-high elf, the king’s personal mage.
“Risha, use spatial magic only and don’t engage him… Haiden distract him with offensive spell, I’m going to use time scroll.” The elf implores at his comrades telepathically.
“Understood!” The two simultaneously respond.
Swiftly casting protection magic, thousands of orbs appear from the elf’s acquittance giving them protection against the clamoring lightning. Just after the elf introduce their work, Akatosh was on an assault pose, putting the burning axe on his shoulder he bends for a harrowing approach.
“Here he comes! Get ready!” The elf cry when he saw Akatosh’s skin begins to reveal spots of dragon scale similar to a storm giant. Furthermore, Akatosh’s boots was worn out form his intense movement. Perceiving his next attack would make him barefoot.
Haiden hastily casts dozens of offensive spells, although Akatosh quickly respond carrying with him the power of the storm. Zigzagging at tremendous speed, taking only three corners was enough to discard one of his worn-out boots. And before Akatosh could reach the three, he was either teleported or they become ethereal.
The battle intensifies as the arena became battered through desolation of magic and physical fray. The destruction spell that Haiden invocate was only good at keeping out Akatosh from advancing. Spike roots would get easily cut down or get rend by the shear power of lightning and his sharp ax. Dozens of fireballs were easily dodge, lightning bolt is useless since they are dealing with lightning itself. Ice spell would get shattered or evade.
Consuming more than a minute, the elf was half-kneeing while his hand touches the magical circle embedded on the ground.
“Now.” Say the elf triggering a powerful spell, a time stop magic.
“How pitiful…” Amaragnum implores casting what appears to be a counter spell for the elf’s magic. “You just send your two subordinates into the afterlife.” He continues eager to see the outcome.
As the elf’s spell was triggered, in a flicker of time all of the surroundings were stagnant. The place around him turns into black and white in color, but as he gets up from his knees, he felt a grim sensation. He looks around sighting for Akatosh but he was nowhere to be found. He turns around to check at his subordinates to see Akatosh was three meters away moving for a killing blow.
“This is bad! I need to delay.” Meditates the elf canceling the time magic, but it was too late Akatosh had already swing his ax.
When the time spell was diminishes, Haiden saw an incoming attack, unable to dodge or counter an offence magic all he could do was use his arms as protection.
“AAARRGG!!!” Haiden grunt as his left arm was easily notch.
The elf throws a magical spear pulsating in blue light suspending Akatosh from getting a kill. As for the berserk man, he easily dodged the spear as he quickly moves towards Risha. With enough time to react Risha was able to avoid the incoming attack, what she didn’t perceive was a kick in her waist that send her rolling on the ground. Akatosh pursue Risha but was block by the elf who’s now in a different appearance.
Eyes where gleaming in golden, golden tattoo markings appears at every part of his body. His golden long silky hair was fluctuating revealing an alluring sight.
As for the traveler, he didn’t hesitate to swing his ax and before it could reach the elf a deva appears shielding the elf.
“Oh shit! Looks like I’ve stayed too long, welp got to go.” Amaragnum implores as he quickly returns to his sanctuary.
A feast to one’s eyes would make them kneel at the face of a beautiful deva clamored in majestic armor. Twice the height of Akatosh, bearing a round shield and a majestic flaming sword. Floating only a foot from the ground her presence gave all the audience an awe, and with a flutter of her wings calms the raging storm that the travel had created.
The two look at each other and immediately Akatosh advance swinging his axe horizontally. Utilizing both her shield and sword, the deva manages to block Akatosh, she smiles when the ax manages to pierce her shield but was stopped at only seven inches.
Pushing Akatosh with tremendous strength, the traveler was flung at a distance of fifteen meter. Using lightning movement once Akatosh recovers, he went for a backstab attack. Jumping for a quick vertical slash, without even turning around the deva casually lifts her shield blocking Akatosh’s ax. It pierces her shield but not enough to breach the only thing he did was shorten her on the ground.
While the two are busy dancing, the elf breezily heals his allies without any effort.
“I’m sorry for dragging this mess with you two.” The elf softly says, reattaching Haiden’s arm.
After healing his two subordinates, the elf shifts his interest towards Akatosh who slowly drained, consumed by his fatal injuries. Blocking Akatosh’s attack would break the devas shield, so to avoid such result, the deva changes her fighting style that is through parrying Akatosh attack.
A quick glance of Akatosh weakening the elf didn’t waste time prolonging the fight. When the deva manages to distort Akatosh movement, the elf together with the deva in a blink teleport in front of him. the traveler tries for a counterattack but was block by the deva. Before Akatosh would react, a magical root sprung enveloping and holding Akatosh giving the elf enough time to cast a spell. In a desperate attempt to free himself, Akatosh initially vaporize the roots, the elf rapidly places his palm emanating a pinkish mist at the traveler’s chest.
The moment Akatosh was touch, he was horizontally launched similar to what he encounters at the druid’s cove. Just as he was nailed to the wall, the deva with a flap of her wings beams in front of Akatosh. Grabbing his right hand, the deva fixes it on the wall preventing him to cause anymore attack. Relinquishing her sword which it casually float, she then grasps Akatosh’s chest hindering him to fall.
The elf conjures three golden spectral spears to which he precisely hurls at Akatosh. One was at his left shoulder, the second struck his left leg, and the last went at his right arm.
“Arrrkkk,” Akatosh grunt the moment the spear struck his flesh.
“Forgive me young man but this is the least I can do.” Pounds the elf.
The deva who still holding Akatosh grieves a tear when she saw his bloodied face and fatal wounds. Whilst his flaming ax begins to quench, filled with pity and sorrow the beautiful deva whispers towards the traveler in a tongue he didn’t know. Once done, hundreds of horizontal lights and orbs emerge in thin air. Unable to say a word, Akatosh felt a warm healing, the deva smiles for her work was finished. There she slowly turns into stone, but before that she takes a closer look at the traveler before completely turns into statue.