The sounds of swords clashing together echoed throughout the hallway. I didn't know why, but my Excalibur finally gave a fighting chance against Modred. This power was the strongest that entered my body yet, considering my fighting experience. If I could guess it, my system granted the strength to stop my friend from fighting .
Fenrir couldn't join our fight, since we moved too fast for her eyes. Thanks to liodas' enhancent spell, my body zood quicker than usual. And since my system granted so additional powers, nobody could help .
I coated my sword with black magic to aid in this battle. Every strike I made vibrated Modred's sword, which sent him back.
Within a few tries, Modred rushed towards and repeated the sa moves. Beads of sweat showered my eyes as he desperately scrambled against . Even though I had the advantage, Modred kept up with my ability.
"Your black magic really is sothing..But that would only work in the right hands," Modred mumbled, while getting hit by my sword's strength.
I flashed him a grin and replied, "I never wanted to use this against you, Mordred.There's nothing else we can gain here besides violence. And I'm not planning to kill you."
After hearing my voice, Modred gave his all. He charged straight at like a red bull and bombarded with his sword. Since I had activated my obsidian spell, those attacks ant nothing to .
My stamina was the only thing I needed to check while fighting against a knight. Even though Modred was the one wearing armour, my movents beca more sluggish. And if this continued further, I might lose the battle.
Our fight took around thirty minutes, with Mordred and I clashing blades. But that battle had finally taken a turn when my Modred found an opening against .
I had experience fighting against a variety of opponents. And those enemies showed themselves on the fields I never expected. My form of fighting greatly relied on my enemies' strength and weaknesses. I didn't have my own, even though I was a knight.
Since nobody had trained , I never knew those correct stances. I only mimicked what I witnessed from Magique. And that was the ga I played using my character on a console, not in real life.
Judging by Mordred's form, he had training with his peers. Knights had their own barracks and made soldiers inside of that structure. Since Mordred was a knight of the roundtable, soone had given him knowledge.
And Modred used that information against , which showed right now.
Modred swung his blade and tried slashing my flank. I instinctively shielded my vital organs and braced myself from the damage. Since I couldn't defend myself in ti, there was nothing I could do to accept the assault.
That blade ca and tumbled backwards, almost hitting my head against a stone. A trail of soil followed my body as I flew all the way towards a bed of weeds. And when my body stopped, my appendages throbbed in pain.
"AAAGH!" I shouted, hoping I could vent out my anger.
But the damaged skin spread through my arms, stripping my muscles open. My muscles revealed themselves and painted my body with pinkish layers. When the gust touched those wounds, my teeth gritted on its own.
Fortunately, I had a passive ability kicking through my genes. The harder I fell, the quicker I regenerated. Even though the itch spread like wildfire, I forced my legs to move.
I stood on the ground and returned the gaze of Modred. That knight glared in my direction, awaiting my next move. Mordred knew he had the upper hand for this battle, and would win eventually through ti.
"What are you waiting for? Finish if you want to. This dark magic would wear out soon. And I don't want to hurt or kill you!"
Even though I used my dark magic to enhance my weapon, I never intended to wound Modred. I treated that boy as my brother that I never had in my world. Modred, with his sister, Rain, were the only ones who looked out for . And when they needed the most, I vanished.
"I know where your pain is coming from, Mordred. If you could only know, I hate myself for that too. When rleen, my partner, took to shore, I couldn't move a muscle. And when I could walk around, returning was my first option.But I didn't, and I'm sorry."
There was nothing I wanted more but to apologise to Modred. If our situation got reversed, I would have done the sa thing.Vengeance would have eaten my soul already as I aim my anger at those demons.
"Sorry doesn't change anything, Arthur!" Modred retorted, while aiming his sword at . "You chose to side with the demons. You chose those demons over ! And that's where you'll pay, Arthur!"
When Mordred yelled those words, he zood straight at . His speed was even faster than before as if he had teleported. When Modred arrived at my fore, he aid his blade at my neck. And when that knight swung his sword, my hands were too late to react.
But before that blade could even cut my head, a light coming from above shielded . That luminance ca from rleen, who was also fighting Rain on the other side.
Within a second, the light flickered and disappeared. When I glanced at rleen's side, Rain used a light elent of her own. Rain's radiance ford a rope and entangled itself around rleen's head.
Lilith and Guinevere were already on the ground, unable to fight Rain. I could only guess that the three of them lost against Rain. I couldn't bla them, since Rain was a superior mage. She even defeated Lilith, who could use dark magic.
"How did you." I mumbled, but resud my gaze at Modred.
"Your fight's with ," the knight said, as he perford a series of attacks.
That blitz Modred made placed further away from rleen. While I fought against Modred, Rain strangled rleen to death.
"A-Arthur..."
Those were the words that ca out from rleen's mouth as he returned my gaze. Her eyes bulged from the mage girl's socket. The yellow rope wrapped around rleen's nape, squeezing her until her last oxygen.
I had roughly a minute to help rleen get back on her feet. But Modred didn't let escape his attack and continued slashing with his sword.
"Mordred! My friend is in danger! Rain might kill her!" I shouted, while glancing at Rain.
Rain also looked at Mordred, waiting for any instructions. If Modred allowed Rain to kill rleen, Rain would happily obliged her brother's words.
The situation greatly depended on Mordred's decision. But the clock continued ticking, with rleen's oxygen running low.
"Please! You gotta hurry and think! I-If rleen dies, I don't know what I'm going to do.
While that happened, Fenrir did what she could to stop Rain. Since Rain levitated from the ground, Fenrir leapt from the soil. She tried reaching the mage with her wolf feet and abilities. Fenrir also had the help of liodas boosting her body, but those efforts did not matter.
Rain used her right hand to contain rleen while the other to fight Fenrir. The mage used a different elent and controlled the soil behind Fenrir. That land grabbed Fenrir's foot and pulled her to the ground. The living terrain slamd the poor wolf on the floor, rendering her unconscious within seconds.
That sa soil noticed liodas' arcane and aid at him next. It didn't take the land a few seconds before doing the sa thing to liodas. Although that slam was not enough to kill them, that attack would leave a mark. And that scar would not be appealing to the eyes.
I couldn't move anywhere but in front of liodas. If I blindlessly helped rleen, Modred would just kill with his sword. Although I still hoped to bring back Afenos, that knight wouldn't listen to my words.
If there was one thing I rembered from Afenos, that was his annoying trait of following his word.
"Release her, Rain"
Upon saying those words, Rain unlatched her light magic and freed rleen. My partner fell from the ground, but my body was quick enough to arrive on ti. Much to my surprise, Modred let my team go without killing anyone. I didn't know why, but I carved my mouth with a faint smile.
"Are you alright, rleen? Does it feel painful anywhere?" I asked.
Fortunately, rleen weakly shook her head and replied, "No..Iwant rest."
After saying those words, rleen rested her eyes. She wasn't dead, but took a nap in the middle of this battle. Since it had co to this, I didn't want rleen to participate in the upcoming war.
liodas, who recovered from the damage, went to with open arms. "Let take care of it."
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