Wealth, decisions, and moving when necessary were his old ideals that Foolisch followed for ages if not his whole life. Well, unless the incentive and danger had a corresponding wealth, so concession and danger might co. Thus, he might accept so persuasion and make a blunder against his nature.
He saw nothing good, so if no clarity could co, coming closer and deeper was next. As for what was David planning, Foolisch took no regard for that old fool. Mining was an excuse. The mont Lisa started to dance around that subject, Foolisch felt his heart beating and mind racing. They would go down, and since all openings were public and under constant watch, they would get hunted like animals. No doubt.
Bending his knee was cheap and accepting this money to remain shut was even cheaper. Forgetting their visit wasn't even possible, for there were eyes everywhere, and the current owner and military were tensed up for days. After all, many great mbers of Scorching Light were aware of this team reaching into their blissful lands of greed and Gems. It ca through so considerations, though no plans whatsoever.
What was better? Be foolish and act for a better deal, or take a smaller one with a lesser threat? In his book, the choice of obvious.
“Maps... Ways in depths and shafts. David purchased many of them from in the past.” Foolisch said.
“You got more things to offer than so maps,” Lisa said and went to a different matter.
Foolisch went around the corner nervously, stopping beside a shelf and taking so docunts out, and even briefly glanced at the book nad Fairy Tales.
A sharp quack echoed, causing him to nearly shit his pants. He turned, watching Murai stretching his right wing forwards, pointing at him.
“What was that for? I am not giving up anything improper. Nothing here is fake, I swear!” Foolisch swore on his life.
Lisa sighed, figuring that this archaic fool below her was her weakness and hope at the sa ti. “He wants those tales too, I suppose.”
“Fairy Tale?” Foolisch furrowed his brows, glancing at the old book that wasn't so vast docuntation, but more like a less historical, personal, and abundant report of Fairy Race.
He read it dozens of tis and knew it was a simple copy, so he tossed it to the piles of maps and docunts Lisa demanded.
When it reached the table, Murai was satisfied to get what he wanted and took charge of that book with his wings, beak, and feet. Its content sounded interesting way to waste ti on Bagus's head or back, while what it could be or not wasn't his concern. He wanted so fun.
“Will toss it for free, you are welco,” Foolisch said as if he was giving them a massive favor.
But Lisa was already half glancing at the docunts, eyeing them closely and looking for sothing.
“This is so good stuff,” she mumbled, letting her sona skip a beat and flare up in sharp light.
“I am taking pride in my history. Allow to take your End to my mouth then. Ip'ur Mountain is old and you want to hear everything there is.”
Ten minutes later, most docunts went into Lisa's ring, while Foolisch and his endless exposition went half into her mind, and another half through her nerves.
“You sure took your choice,” Foolisch said, rembering what they asked, what he said, and what they looked for. He didn't see any sense in everything, but Lisa looked for nothing spectacular. Underground was vast, and she never voiced her target.
“So much we do for the interests of those we cherish,” Lisa said and flew away, gesturing for Murai to follow up.
Itrosh turned, leaving the table as well. Murai didn't leave his book; he stored it in his own pouch and hoped its content would be entertaining.
“Bad ideas have many preventions!” Foolisch shouted as they left his shop.
He glanced at the open pouch, wondering if he made a good deal or if bad habits couldn't co to bite him back. What if he could've helped them more? How? Could he smuggle them out?
That was dangerous. He could die, but at the sa ti, it wasn't sothing he hadn't done before. In the end, he didn't do a thing and feared Ip'ur City was soon facing yet another storm.
Lisa flew out to the street, looking at the shades of rare trees and many wide balconies, bridges going through the streets, above her, or acting as a ceiling. A massive mountain wasn't in a clear view, but she knew it was there.
She took full charge of her deal and got so good details, docunts, and paths she wanted. As she expected, Foolisch had history written down, and as she spoke and took charge of what he explained, she didn't give him any ammo or advantage.
She spoke carefully, so he wouldn't reveal their destination, hopes, or awareness of what was going on. Foolisch was an old clever demon, and sowhere deep, a portal was hiding that no one had seen. Foolisch included, of course.
At least publicly, and there were no words about it in any of his docunts. As Lisa expected, Foolisch had no docuntation about possible Chaos Routes or portals in this place whatsoever. No one ever comnted about them here, questioned it in ancient tis, or desired one. They might be great access for fast travel, yet with Materium, or so terrific Chaos Space linkage, things might get rough.
Most spatial travel, portals, and various formations were up to those touching Space or Void Affinities. Chaos Space itself was a vast term that described sothing like an Afterlife, for it was a totally different dinsion. No permanent or temporary portal was ever set in this place, so the general population relied on walking, mounts, and caravans for trading.
Lisa slt half of her success when she left the shop.
Behind her, Itrosh had overseen her deal herself, but after seeing Lisa so fervent and firm in words, she wasn't even aware half of what she ntioned, wanted, or in what level her involvent helped her at all.
Murai would do so well on his own little feet, and he did well, much to Itrosh whose knives were still in her hands. His quacking didn't work with getting his ideas across, yet they worked much better than what Lisa wanted. She couldn't care less for being his translator, and there was sothing great when he acted as a token of danger, giving Foolisch no foolish thoughts.
It was fairly effective, even though he didn't know all the reasons why his species was so feared, revered, or taken like mighty and weird beasts.
Even when he asked Lisa, she deflected it by stating so things were just nightmares that didn't need an explanation. Her words were hers. Thankfully, Murai had Bagus, whose mind began to stir in recent days. That was because Murai began to experint after appreciating him.
He pushed his Will to Bagus and processed so parts of his Will by controlling sequences of his soul. Stating questions or words was straightforward; killing or putting heavy pressure because of his Robust Spirit was a bit different, though Bagus didn't like his weight or tone either. Murai got plenty out of him anyway; be it comnts about the dangers of his species, so legends, or history.
He learned from Lorry that so Anatidaes visited this temple in the past. Bagus rembered such tis through stories, so whenever Murai moved his Will, Bagus either chose to chuckle, nervously change the topic into a better direction, or talk how Murai wanted. He hoped for David's coback, but as it seed, they wouldn't regroup anyti soon, if ever.
That pushed one question forward. Was Lisa's plan with Gate 4 safe, or even possible? Bagus though she wasn't entirely honest with them, obvious by taking such thing as this mountain for their target. It wasn't honest. From what it seed, she wasn't sure about getting there in the first place. Gate 4 was dangerous for Murai in its basic principle and Bagus didn't expect Lisa to think too much about it.
With Hell Party inside of it, it could be so much worse. Lisa had no way of foreseeing it, even if she carried a rough idea of how to get out. Gambles weren't her forte, so she went with the path of less evil. She made their choices. Now, it was fine to see this mountain and earth in her eyes, while others were re instrunts under her strings. Be it with the situation in this Gate, changes going deep or above, here was her finishing touch that dragged on for days.
So when they moved to the shade of the street, Murai glimpsed at one surprising sight.
They were surrounded.
Bagus rested aside the door, disinterested in those shadows and souls waiting for their chances. He already knew so Hunters made a half circle around Foolisch's shop, itching to get inside, but couldn't.
“Is this... is this?!” Murai was excited! At last, so idiots who wanted to taste his beak and training had co.
It felt like months since he fought like a wild duck, let his Fla and Sharpness rise, and moved his Heavenly Shaping like a storm. He chirped a cheer, half certain to go to war with anyone who would show up.
Lisa felt him, noticing his excitent, and got a headache. Itrosh grinned as she stood beside Bagus, who lifted his head from his napping position and looked who ca back.
“They waited for you, so I took a nap. So nice of them, right?” Bagus said.
“What a good boy?!” Itrosh hissed a laugh and patted his big head.
“Right?” Bagus said, chuckling and getting up with his whole body. “More are hiding in further corners. I sense at least forty clowns. A company decided to take us. rcenaries. Ip'ur natives; most likely miners.”
“I expected more in this place, to be honest.” Lisa reckoned, counting the figures, and didn't know if this was a pain or a great opportunity to finish her plans or not.
“We have our purpose. Maps are in our hands,” Itrosh said to Bagus. “You should've seen and heard us! We handled that old demon Foolisch like a brat. Lisa was great, but you should've seen Murai. We might have to get to work as well, don't you think? There are so many of them here, much to our dismay.”
“Against so Silver rcenaries, we can co and go with a smile.” Bagus rumbled his throat, flared his feathers like a cat t with danger, and stretched his wings. He didn't hiss but growled like a tiger.
Surrounding figures moved from their hiding spots, coming as shrouded individuals of smaller stature to be called Orcs. They were mostly demo-humans in status, looking like large human demons without being too tall or burly like Abominations.
With masks, dark cloaks, and hoods, they looked like assassins with many tools and purposes. One couldn't notice whether they were miners or not. After all, Bagus or Itrosh didn't need to know their details; they talked and took their guesses out.
At the front, a tall and mighty rcenary stood, looking nacing and without a mask. He was a demon with sharp eyes and brows, too wide mouth, and spikes for hair. Muscles were dense like Ancient Wood, protruding in marbled grains, and accenting his dark veins. He held a thick spear for a weapon, smiled at their opponents, and expected a good show.
“We hunt, folks! You!” He pointed his spear forward, aiming at Bagus. “On my na as...”
Bagus charged at him without thinking or waiting for his stupid monologue. He swung his wings at him and his tail wiggled and whipped around dozens of surprised figures. They expected so talks first, yet their expectations cracked to dust.
“He itched to do it, I bet,” Itrosh comnted when Bagus charged at them and began to fight like a maniac. That rcenary cursed, swung his spear, and tried to defend his lost pride.
“There are four individuals with so proper Laws? Isn't it a lot?” Lisa asked Itrosh, clutching Murai by his neck before he would forfeit his life. He didn't like that in the slightest, so he was flaring her wings and beak in her direction.
“Leave be, Fairy!” Murai shouted at her, quacking like a mad duck. “I want to battle and live my god-damned lives. Always pestering ! You are a shaless little excuse for a succubus. No one likes you! Your wings are loose. Your tongue is poor!”
“Mind you, what is the level scattered around this periter? For fools to co, it is unlikely.” Lisa ignored his complaints and looked at Itrosh.
“No idea. Never been keen on that without voice whispering to ears.” Itrosh said while starting her preparations and watching how Bagus wiped the floor with a dozen rcenaries.
“So feel at Level 50, Murai Hisagi. Not lower.” Lisa said to his head far too closely. “Wanna challenge them, or everyone? One mistake and you are roasted before you utter a quack.”
Murai furiously nodded. “Challenge is what I need. I don't need kills and death to prove a point. A way to prove my life exists is a worthy subject of suffering and fighting. We live and breathe or bleed. In worth and without misery, there is growth in magic and spirit.”
Lisa rolled her eyes upon hearing his words that hit so cozy, yet not fitting words that ca from this silly duck. She watched his eyes for the most part, moaning, and turning to Itrosh. “So be it,” She tossed Murai at her like a rock, “Protect him as you fight. I will watch aside, observe, and help if necessary, so don't die on .”
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“Don't wanna fight yourself?” Itrosh asked curiously. “Aren't... I an, what isn't there for you or us? Power and fight, species or races, in battles we strive.”
Itrosh was hesitant about what she could do. She had never seen Lisa much in action other than change shape, touch things, speak, and float like a ghost. Lisa fought and killed, done a bunch of weird shits and acts, yet Itrosh never took it in mind very often. Not many actions were sothing that a Fairy would do.
Perhaps she wasn't one, or so Itrosh assud. “Oh well,” Itrosh caught and handled Murai in her hand. He was struggling, unleashing growls at her fingers to leave him alone.
By now, Bagus killed a bunch of rcenaries and turned a portion of the street into rubble. Streets were wide, yet Bagus was not so small dog, let alone a cat. Thus, many surrounding rcenaries aid at easier targets, and Bagus couldn't fight against everyone.
He was the toughest of them all, yet his Hell Points weren't as enticing. Around ten figures with swords and daggers charged at Itrosh, acting quickly, filled with experience, and aiming at Murai for the most part.
His information was a hot topic, followed by a ton of Hell Points. Let alone that, his skin, body, and rest might be another fortune. They acted like horny bastards; especially when rumors about Murai being a below-fodder level spread among Hunters
But an Anatidae was still an Anatidae. Those should never be underestimated, so these rcenaries unleashed their greatest weapons and attacks.
With protectors around him, Murai never felt like a primary threat, so many took him for one who had yet to grow. That was one advantage of a disadvantageous topic of Lisa's heart, Helpers, and actions that she calculated for a long ti. Balance was a farce. It no longer mattered to consider so higher-level opponents acting with so respect.
Potential foes would et no scrutiny or control when the world was afla and this Gate turned to shit when she realized it was better to have protectors beside herself. Demons were like wild animals, sorting out their desires and potential with severe principles.
Protecting primary motivations was mandatory. Lisa couldn't see it otherwise, so she took many potential threats for likely occurrence.
Murai would never go far without it. Balance or not, rules, or the world might spin or remain upside down, yet it wouldn't help him too much. Contrary to freedom, when others were the sa and felt no chains, freedom was relative.
None of the incoming enemies coming for Murai held Laws to so reputable degree. Still, all of them were dangerous for Murai without any doubts because they had to think about Bagus and Itrosh.
Why did Murai want to fight and want it this way? Lisa couldn't see one single reason to be like that right now, but it would be a lie if she didn't like to see his struggles and loss.
Life-threatening weapons glinted in the street, while their steps and speed showed and turned to many flanks. Itrosh glanced at them, smiling wide and her right hand was itchy because of Murai alone. She wasn't stupid.
When it ca to fighting, she was almost clever and talented. Murai recognized it nurous tis, though she always butchered this sentint when she handled him like a revered pet or sothing that Murai didn't question. There seed to be far too many rumors, stories, and legends about Anatidaes scattered around the continents.
So places didn't know of them in the slightest. The Surface of Somalis was one such place, yet deep down in the history or legends, so words escaped. It was common. Mortals didn't know about everything, while those seeking Paths and Gods were in many portions more knowledgeable than others. Beasts, demons, or devils were the sa.
Grasped, Murai struggled against Itrosh and her fingers. She smiled and used her left hand alone by touching her pouch, lurching and angling many weapons forward, and shoving a round sharp disc at the incoming group. Knives flew, yet that disc weapon was like a large flat ring, quicker and much deadlier. She handled it with her fingers; it seed the inner edge was the handle with the rest looking sharp.
The disc was the size of her head, with a thin sharp edge. The internal edge was dull, ant for the hand, yet she didn't require it right now. Itrosh clutched it and threw it against the fastest foe who deflected it with ease. Then, clicking sounds echoed, and even more weapons began to fly under her single hand. Weapons clicked, and her disc danced and bounced, going back at its target after hitting a floor and so wall.
Itrosh carried all kinds of weapons in her pouches and or her clothes. There were far too many custors for her, so she let her knives and daggers free. Most of them went up, where she flicked them in the air or tossed them with almost no delay. So fell, missed her hand in tricky angles, or fake flicks that so rcenary took for a faint. She flipped them off as well, and dozens of weapons flew at them in less than two seconds.
Most dodged her weapons or deflected them. So rcenaries slowed down, yet still went forward, aiming at their target.
Itrosh was waiting for the weapons to do the first round of justice. The weapon in her right arm was waiting, complaining, yet observing.
“I chose you!” Itrosh smirked, tossing Murai at the weakest foe within her sight and under her many probing attacks.
Murai cried in happiness and irritation, unleashing his Heavenly Shaping. He went straight to the Surge afterward, creating Sharpblades at their full capacity. It was better to be simple against soone very strong; Murai was sure there were limits ahead because there were always so doubts about his age and ti, or the living as a whole.
He took weapons, powers, and strength with obvious familiarity, yet neither was cheap. Most should co gradually, so for him to fight soone more than double his inherent ti was silly.
And possible, because his ti was bigger than anyone could imagine.
He flew quickly, with his beak glowing in Blitz as his secondary weapon. Use of his body might hit the target's blade first, or co behind his Sharpblades. Waves of mana followed him, gliding like water until ter and a half blades ford behind him like extended feathers.
A clutter echoed when he hit the target with his beak. The sword survived and Murai stopped as if he hit and faced a wall. This opponent was the weakest? It was a sizable rcenary with a strong, sturdy, and well-trained body. He was definitely a soldier who felt death and battles for many decades.
What was that before soone who literary shook worlds, helped destroy so of them, and saw the heights of the Endless Skies? Murai unleashed his Sharpblades like a storm, surprising this demon who handled a dium-sized cutter smaller than a Sharpblade. It was quicker, as he was above Level 50, and soone who was no longer considered fodder in this area.
The rcenary unleashed a flurry of strikes against the swirling Sharpblades and Blitz that aid at his arms and legs. Dozens of strikes encouraged this single duel, leaving crisp sounds, steps, and tallic noises to echo in the street. Most of them were duller, for there was Bagus who was more than crazy, swinging his wings and beak, while Itrosh wasn't simple either when she protected Murai's duel.
Watched by a small surrounding war of the rest of the figures, Murai had his dual, which was the smallest battle at the mont. Bagus literary took care of two-thirds of all enemies, with Itrosh taking care of the rest like an obnoxious quick demon who never fought like Bagus. She used speed and long-range attacks because her weapons were deadly, accurate, and annoying. Her speed was her weapon.
Murai comnced his long-awaiting dance by touching the truths of his Blitz. He jumped, moved, ducked, or pushed his weapons against that cutter in an attempt to learn and understand his weaknesses. Thanks to his small stature or steps, his opponent couldn't adjust in ti and wasn't able to wound Murai at all.
It was no wonder; which rcenary was ever familiar with attacking and fearing such a small target? Unfortunately, Murai wasn't able to do anything to his opponent either, and that cutter was crafty like the flesh behind.
Each swing was powerful and quick, going against Murai's Sharpblade. Even his Blitz was nothing better. Its strength was accumulating, and he knew his Fatality might be better than what his Sharpblade could do at the mont. A single good exchange could give him so opportunity.
It was exactly what Murai wanted and planned for. A foe that wanted his life was an excellent opponent. A foe that would try to go to great lengths against him without going too overboard was good.
Bagus or Itrosh would never go that far no matter how many tis he fought against them. When he was bored, expectant, or watchful over his progress, he occasionally let go of so doubts and used those who were always around. Lisa wasn't that, and Bagus or Itrosh wouldn't refuse to witness what Murai was able to do. Combined with his ti in the Heavenly Shaping Manual, his growth was significant.
So Murai fought against this opponent however he wanted, seeking out advantages while noticing many of his shortcomings.
The biggest was simple; experience when fighting Level 50 opponents depended on a couple of factors. The level was the biggest catch in this world, as it described the worth and value of a whole life. Getting above Level 50 required plenty of ti and luck, as well as a Path. Demons and humans were different breeds of power than nurous beasts.
Murai figured that his species was unique among the regular approach to this world. It was a matter of minority, so his Level wasn't simple. He was young and nearly halfway towards so passable point, yet with a rather blank state of effort. He was exceptionally quick in so portions because of it.
Alas, when one noticed and knew how beasts existed in this world, quick leveling and developnt weren't uncommon. Sotis, it was necessary and natural. For Anatidaes within their Seedling and Child stages, speeding through the levels or being monsters was great and expected, but their levels would get harder afterward.
Many demons and humans were unlike that; they would have a much more steady foundation and balanced progress. Mishaps along the way to the top were difficult in a completely different matter to beasts.
In many normal societies, many took Level 50 as a very distant dream. Abilities and attributes were essential in entering this level while following a Path that ca off as a treasure that bordered priceless company, wealth, or possibility.
Most Paths in this world held Classes to them, creating a way forward for nurous ways to get stronger. Getting stronger faster—or more stable—had stages that went from weakling to so disproportionate levels of talent, which made a level number difficult to comprehend.
Many questioned the integrity of this world and Gods because of it, yet it never changed.
At least for the Paths that were well-off and popular, touching Laws was seen as a significant achievent, while becoming an Extre was a heavenly chance. So obscure Paths or weak ones would never beco as substantial as sothing researched, known, and great in history. Following Paths were cherished opportunities.
Murai knew it, yet never had a chance to touch on it so far. He fought very nasty opponents in the last Gate. However, they were nothing before his present eyes, let alone distant lives. None of those opponents were reasonable or sothing clever like Murai.
So of the latest ones were intense in Bloodline and moves, not as lacking in instincts or intellect, because they had growth behind them, which pushed Murai to his limits back then. Through trials, he accomplished half of his duels by showing his wit and strategies, and fighting with struggles and most of his possibilities.
Here?
What was he doing against soone he couldn't beat? Strategy and strength were similar in answers.
The most pleasing Gate 2's foe was perhaps Uqari, the succubus who t the wrong match. The toughest was a golem his size.
Murai found very quickly that he couldn't do a thing against this rcenary. Blitz clicked nurous tis against that cutter. Murai even used his wings, deflecting so stabs or slashes, moving his Sharpblade well, yet many cracks on them spread and no blood escaped or hit his target. Attacking at nasty angles was possible in his expertise, yet his opponent always moved and took care of Murai's beak at the sa ti as those flying blades.
It was a terrifying stagnant and fierce battle that put a cold shower on this rcenary, who thought he should be able to wipe the floor with this silly goose.
Oh, how far he underestimated Murai, it wasn't even funny. Lisa agreed, floating far from the ground, observing this rare event where Murai should have been frustrated but wasn't
So tis were no longer one-sided. His opponent had trouble against the ntality of his sharp and flexible Sharpblades that moved like frantic swords above or beyond Murai's head and sides. He fought along with them, acting as if this beak was his third wing or another Sharpblade.
Murai used his Blitz and Sharpblades. Nothing else, because everything was lacking. Beak Layering had its casting problem. Adding so Arrows or Fla Shots into this fight wasn't smart either.
Around him, the situation turned to complete chaos. The military was yet to co and solve this problem that arose behind many important heads. It shouldn't have happened, for this city was ruled by a tough hand.
Ip'ur City might not be a Pivot City, but many gangs or people might think of their words as enough. Many surrounding mountains thought like that when their strict owners were outstanding. Troubled tis like these turned already sensitive situations up a notch. Fighting was prohibited under all circumstances, unless absolutely necessary, or if one's life was in danger.
Sothing this large should never go unnoticed.
Lisa saw clear nonsense in that idea, but with Bagus and Itrosh, these forty rcenaries were far too quick in their judgnt, or they were re tests.
Bagus was their biggest miscalculation, followed by Itrosh who held her defensive dance and disengaged many fools from going to Murai.
Lisa saw how Itrosh fought, watching her with more genuine ideas, as if she was contemplating sothing, or wondering if she was adequate. Itrosh fought around Murai in a circle, forcing most dangers away from him even if there weren't as many of them after a few minutes.
Everyone got so busy and Bagus got so wild, that Murai was lost in the chaos of his duel. Lisa wasn't when no one paid her attention. Itrosh followed her order and covered Murai from a distance, giving him the fight he desired.
So Lisa floated a dozen ters above one particularly wide and big street, observing from the safety of so close barriers that didn't obscure the mystifying sun above, but let so light down without any horrid heat. Obvious to the eyes and the city, she was like a fine target that one might take worse than that sun.
An arrow suddenly flew through her chest and head, traveling away and leaving soft sona particles behind. Lisa didn't even flinch when she floated with her crossed arm. Not until a figure jumped at her like a wild tiger, mask hiding a face, while its large palms engulfed in mana tried to snatch the untouchable. Equipnt Gloves might get dangerous. Lisa snorted at such a silly idea. Could others be the sa? What effects did this have on soone like her? She doubted they were so restraining power, reaching to her like a cage or a net.
“So nosy,” she flicked him off, disappearing from the spot like wind. She dispersed literary. It was no teleport, flight, or movent technique. She beca the air itself if one might call it, leaving her ring dropping down.
The man who jumped so high clawed at her previous location, creating a net spreading for a dozen ters. It caught nothing when it tightened like a pouch secured by a very thin thread.
“Fucking hell,” he complained as he fell down, unsuccessful in catching a 200 000 Hell Point prey.
Lisa reappeared aside, calm and with arms folded. She caught the ring that almost fell to the ground as if it were a minor matter. That was one of the disadvantages of having sothing physical on her at all tis. It could get loose.
Below, the battle was reaching its conclusion.
Bagus forced a pair of Lawful Silver rcenaries away after giving them nasty wounds. Another one died by his attack, the last set backed by Itrosh and her nurous little helps. As for the rest of the rcenaries, no matter how they attacked, their targets were like slippery eels, or like a tough flexible fortress with cannons and spears ahead. Bagus was a walking disaster.
Soon, only one rcenary remained, with so that fled, including those who tried to catch Lisa.
Murai battled like a maniac in his dual as a sole remaining clash. He retreated nurous tis, challenged himself and his opponent even more, and felt great even in his frustration and losses. For a whole ten minutes, things were intense and his body was no longer so confident, let alone calm, collected, and safe.
His Sharpblades broke dozens of tis, and they no longer regenerated because he couldn't keep up with his repairs and mana pool. That alone spoke of this battle, as he held ridiculous efficiency and his mana was great in most of its factors. Sharpblades chipped away, losing this fight, unlike his beak which was still crisp and in one piece.
Murai felt spent in mana almost hundreds of tis in the last week combined, so he was used to feeling setbacks of mana, and his mana space and cores wouldn't get loose. He would, which was a problem. He kept up with his pace as if everything was fine but wasn't. That cutter hit him nurous tis, trying to twist his neck, or hit his wings or legs.
He tried to never feel the pain that Razmund inflicted on him back then. Murai was grudgeful for that mory, so when he felt his Mana Pool reach its end and his body and mind were hitting a wall, it was ti to stop it.
But no one was here to stop him. His opponent wouldn't do that for him either, so Murai felt how this demon got confident and much more brutal. Unleashing kicks and sharp slashes, Sharpblades cracked apart and Murai faced that chop with his wing that bend. Murai swung his head, eting that cutter head-on and flying aside like a rag-doll, slashed on his neck and chest.
Hoodie protected him once more, though his neck was exposed and bleeding a little. His mana was out of order, depleted more than his openings of Heavenly Shaping Manual.
Sharpblades ate his mana like a sponge when cracked and used; it was an unfortunate trouble of not having a physical blade or a blade that would go with mana or his Sharpblade style. Lowering speed and density wasn't possible; his opponent had good technique and battle experience, and his cutter never lacked flexibility, edge, or dexterity.
He even hit Murai a couple of tis, yet neither attack gave him such trouble until now. Most of the slashes slid from the wing Murai placed at good timings of his teachings, Blitz intercepted it next, or his hoodie absorbed or helped with damage mitigation.
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