Mantling himself with brilliant flas, the ground beneath and around Irlke quickly drying up and cracking, as he used a pulse of heat to surge up in the air, all fire that he wielded increasing in power for a split instead, the hardened mud lting into bright orange goo, maintaining himself airborne through nothing but constant blasts of fire coming from the soles of his feet.
Appearing like nothing more than a blazing inferno, Combuscrus manifested a hail of flas, intense heat spreading everywhere, filling every ounce of space within the pyramidal barrier, limited to the warking's own senses, Loimos's own vision turned hazy, the air itself was heavy, like caught in a condensed, focused desert mirage.
Not only that but the air was beginning to catch fire as well, whatever the living was doing was not great for his opponent, although Loimos was not yet affected by arena-wide the burning, he was not at all unaware of what Combuscrus was up to.
Subtly, he opened his fang-filled jaw, showing that he had been preparing and forming an infernal orb within, like Irlke before, Loimos lded multiple types of flas he had cultivated his pyromantic fire to have access to, due to being a wielder of the prival rot, having decayed away countless types of matters, and due to the fact that the fire within his chest had now beco a part of him, he had been able to feed it anything and everything without even lifting a finger, for the very sa reason, he could control the fla with ease.
In short, Loimos had completely cheated the way of power that was pyromancy by having created the starting fla from rot instead of from an actually natural an, sothing that was not possible for many as the fire needed to a 'normal' one, not made from energy, a fla that would spread and be just like the one that a strike of lightning might start.
Producing such a thing from rot was incredibly easy for Loimos.
Which allowed for him to make progress in little to no ti at all, and thus, unleash an intricate combination of pyromancies in a short amount of ti, making good use of what he already knew thanks to Vespertillo and applying it to this new way of power, he fused the flas of countless beings first and foremost, then adding a toxic effect that was a result of multiple pyromancies being made into one as well, firing a potent stream of malignant flas.
Forcing Irlke Combuscrus to pause what he was doing to move away, the undead already soaring toward him like a reverse-teor, thrusting his spear, giving it a twist and producing a vortex of black flas, all the while manifesting a fireball in his other hand, the angle at which he had chosen to stab at pretty much forced Combuscrus to make a split-second decision.
Loimos wielded his spear in his right hand, the way he had chosen to attack with it allowed for the living to evade it with ease he decided to move to the right of his opponent, the other way would only be putting him directly in the blade's way.
And already knowing that even at equal strength, he was completely left in the dust when it ca to close-quarters, Loimos was already preparing for a pyromancy to burst out of the spear, Irlke could sense that it would cause a blade of fire to extent forward, aning that backing off was not ideal either, moving upward again would push him too close to the roof of the barrier, and as for downward, he could see Loimos already kicking up at him.
So, for the warking, moving to the right seed like the only option, as even if he turned into fire to quickly move away, the toxic flas Loimos had shown would severely affect him in this states, as poisonous and venomous pyromancies were always effective against a pyromancer assuming the form of a blaze.
Even if he was struck by that fireball, he could defend better as his self of flesh and blood.
At least, that's what he was capable of analysing in the spurn of the mont, his instincts pushed him to release a burst of flas and deport himself to the right, even as he realised that the precise effects of the fireball had been much better concealed than that of the pyromancy coursing through the spear.
Fire coursing his veins, Combuscrus braced for impact, expecting Loimos to slam it directly into his opponent, but the fireball turned out to rely be about the brilliance of flas, exploding with a blinding light, having been imbued that shine with an irritating effect to ensure that the warking would close his eyes, giving plenty of ti for the undead to utilise the right combination of bursts to land a heavy kick right to the living's head.
Loimos's heel smashing right up against the top of Irlke's skull, taking him right out of the air, landing with a boom.
With another blast, the putrid skeleton fell like a cot, spear pointed downward.
'Shrewd bastard…' Irlke Combuscrus was genuinely surprised by just how far Loimos had mastered pyromancy, and clearly, seeing the way in which he was utilising it, he had not only perfectly dismantled the style of combat of the north and perfected it, but also implented what the living assud to be manners of casting spells and using energies that were learned outside of Belliste.
It was interesting, especially what had just ensured that Irlke could not just move out of the way after being brought back to the ground, Loimos had infused the soil with flas before taking off and made it so it would activate on its own, whether it had been set on a tir or based on if sothing ca crashing down, was hard to tell.
But the fact was that he was demonstrating pyromancy under a novel light.
Of course, being an undead and having infallible control over both his physical and spiritual self helped in this regard…
Irlke was montarily held in place as the hardened mud around him turned to solid magma, pinning down as the undead ca flying down.
His eyes wandered off to the side, eting the crowd, both his people and the undeads, apart from a blonde one that seed like she was going to pass out, the dead were perfectly calm, utterly convinced that their leader would triumph.
'Not much of a worry…' he thought, had Irlke known even a little bit about Loimos's actual strength, he wouldn't have had even the shadow of a hope about winning, he is a monster, in more than a single way.
Most of all however, he t Hylop's confident gaze, she too should have realised that this duel would end in the north's subjugation, but as stated, it was all about preserving pyromancy and the flas, and clearly, Loimos had shown his great deal of interest in keeping it around.
Exchanging strikes and blows with the undead had made Combuscrus even more certain of it sohow.
The warking had first thought that using pyromancy, the north's combat style and downgrading his strength were ways for Loimos to humiliate him, but not anymore.
Freeing one arm from the magma's hold, freeing the second, he focused all of his power on manifesting a gauntlet of his own magma on his off-hand, the flamberge impacting heavily upon it, most definitely breaking the bones hidden beneath, but fuelled by intense flas, the living endured and kept pushing back, sothing else manifesting in the palm of his right hand.
The inside of the translucent pyramid was montarily filled with dust, a savage explosion set-off.
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At the last second, the warlord had placed his palm upon the magma-covered arm, suddenly detonating a pyromancy far more powerful than it had first appeared to Loimos, as Combuscrus slowly rose to his feet, the dust cleared, revealing his opponent with ribs charred into what looked like charcoal, a portion of his skull also sared with soot alongside a small part of it having been knocked right off.
"That reaction speed is just inhuman"
"It is the sa as yours, I was rely fast reinforcing myself and erecting a wall" corrected Loimos, deciding to not call upon any healing flas.
"Huh…"
Irlke's left arm was no longer visible, used as fuel in the last attack he casted, indeed, pyromancy did possess its own form of sacrifices, after all, there was no greater offering for one's fla that their own body, sothing it normally was incapable of harming outside of when taken out to be kindled.
"One last thing then…"
The intense heat invaded the entirety of the barrier's inside once again, much more intensely this ti.
Well, Loimos had been expecting this, the blast caused by the sacrifice of one arm had clearly been too weak, it was Irlke Combuscrus after all, the father of pyromancy and strongest pyromancer of the Northern Swamp, using an entire arm of his should have at least turned the area into a near-volcanic environnt.
But no, he had kept most of the strength provided through this exchange to be capable of instantly activating what he had been interrupted from doing earlier.
Loimos supposed that he had already achieved this level even before he had received assistance, which spoke to the amount of talent he held.
Although there was no comparison to be made in between Rosemary's zone and his own in terms of sheer tyrannical power, achieving it through a nascent way of power that did not rely on any energy that was to be found in the air was impressive in its own rights.
Feeling that even his mantle of death-fed fire was not going to keep up for long, Loimos decided that it was ti to end this duel.
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