BB said, sounding more fearful than I had ever heard him sound in my life.
But yes, there was no mistaking that inky black, and no mistaking those motes of light. Sohow, the holo-grid had chosen the Chasm from the mories of the Urstnir of Nadpid to be the place that the gaseous alien would be most comfortable.
I pushed BB down into the depths of my manna, we were going to need to co at this fight with our full strength if we wanted any hope of coming out victorious.
"Let the final Quarter Final match begin in three... two one Fight!" Belana's voice rang out, echoing through the deserted streets of my recreated patch of London.
The Urstnir of Nadpid went on the offensive almost imdiately. Huge lightning bolts, magnified even further by concentric rings of runes hanging in the air, arced through the void toward . The alien clearly wanted to be done with before I could get up close and personal. Whether that ant I had sothing in my repertoire that could damage him, or if it was simply a matter of not wanting to talk to I didn't know.
With my anti-gravity fields applied to my feet, I shot off with a burst of propulsion. I'd need to keep moving, darting through the various streets, to avoid the lightning while trying to get closer to my opponent.
I also allowed three orbs of manna to build up around . If my plan of dodging lightning and allowing it to smash into the buildings around didn't work out, I was going to have to hope that my power was enough to equal theirs to cancel the lightning blast out. But that was a backup plan, hopefully, I wouldn't have to use it at all.
I pushed my propulsion as far as it would go, the streets blurring together as I belted it around a corner, narrowly missing a lightning blast that carved a massive hole through the simulated Earth. Another carved straight through the Houses of Parliant, ripping the tower that housed Big Ben to shreds. As I tore away from the impact site, I heard the mournful clang of the ancient bell as it crashed into the ground.
The third streak of lightning did exactly what I didn't want it to do. Sohow the Urstnir of Nadpid had taken direct control of the bolt and had curved it around the corner to follow . I had no more extra speed to pour on, and as I zigged and zagged through the streets of central London the lightning was steadily gaining on .
I turned while moving, the anti-gravity fields conserving my montum, and shot off one of my overcharged energy beams. My beam lanced out and t the lightning dead on.
My backup plan worked.
Both beams, pure manna and electrical, were annihilated on impact, both completely erased. The shockwave knocked off balance for a mont, but I just used that to turn myself back around and speed back off.
Each corner was getting closer to my target, closer to the Urstnir of Nadpid.
I rounded another, bringing back out to the Thas, and cancelled my gravity fields so I could skid to a stop. London just sort of ended and beca the Chasm. It wasn't like what had happened with Yr'Arl's fight. There weren't so craggy cliffs for to go flying off of. London just stopped and beca an infinite void, with The Urstnir of Nadpid floating in its centre.
I leapt off the edge and into the void, my body instantly beca weightless. I activated my propulsion and blasted forward. It was the closest thing I'd experienced to flight since gaining my abilities, and I couldn't keep the grin off my face as I hurtled toward the alien.
Clearly, they weren't feeling as happy about it as I was. Three more colossal beams of lightning shot toward . I took two of them out with my energy beams and flew harmlessly through the resultant shockwaves. For the last one, I ripped my sword out of its back holster and swung it, hard, through the lightning. It parted around like the red sea, and I was able to fly straight up to the Urstnir through the blast.
My propulsion stopped before I could fly into the cloud, but now we were close enough to talk.
"You said if I ever ntioned the Chasm again you'd kill , but here we both are, fighting in it," I said. "You know, that raises so pretty interesting questions. Why would soone feel the most comfortable and effective in what is essentially the land of the dead?"
The Urstnir of Nadpid visibly bristled, the edges of their cloud flickered angrily.
"Were you born here, I wonder?" I asked, "Or did you do sothing to escape death?"
Part of the cloud whipped forward, forcing to parry it away with my sword. But just before the manna absorbing blade could touch the cloud it drew back, unwilling to co into contact with it. Now that was interesting.
"You will get no answers out of ," The Urstnir of Nadpid seethed, before shouting out loud, "I hereby officially surrender this match!"
I let my sword fall, completely in shock at what the Urstnir had just done. They had thrown away everything, just to avoid my questioning. Just to stop from figuring out part of what was going on.
"I'm not going to let you get away with this," I snarled, letting so of my anger out. "I'm going to figure out what the hell you are, and why the hell you're here."
"No," The Urstnir of Nadpid said, "You aren't going to figure out anything.
And then we were both whisked away in a blaze of white light, them to wherever the losers were taken, and back to the dical bay of the Initiate room.
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