That wasn't a good sign… Still, it was sothing that they imagined that could happen. When ssing with those who use ti as a simple tool, it is only natural that crazy things would happen.
Ailen didn't mind the warning that much. He just nocked an arrow and fired at the king without any hesitation. The arrow flew so fast that no one was able to see it moving. Still, the red knight not only moved and read the line of attack but also intercepted the arrow and destroyed it without moving from his spot.
The clash of steel echoed in the area, leaving a sound that made everyone there feel their eardrums vibrating. Ailen was left watching the enemy without knowing what he should do… he had to charge more energy in his attack, but how much? He had to think well since they had other fights to win, and he couldn't get deeply hurt… he knew well the dangers of his technique.
Suddenly, the armored warrior at the king's side seed to undergo a transformation. An intense, blazing aura erupted from his armor, enveloping his entire being in a fiery shroud. The room flickered with the warm hues of crimson and orange as the flas danced and writhed around him.
With an earth-shaking roar, the armored warrior unleashed a primal battle cry and charged toward the group. Each step he took seed to leave scorch marks on the stone floor, and the air sizzled with the heat radiating from his fiery presence. The flas licked his armor, lending an otherworldly glow to his figure.
His sword, now ablaze with flas that mirrored the intensity of his aura, cut through the air with unmatched ferocity. The weapon blazed a trail of scorching heat, leaving trails of smoke in its wake. The armored warrior's movents were swift and precise, fueled by the raw power of the inferno that surrounded him.
Malon moved to block the enemy's charge while planning to cut his throat as well, but he flinched when he blocked the attack of the enemy. The aura of heat made him unable to get closer or almost keep his eyes open.
The enemy used that to kick him in the stomach and then swung down his sword, but before he could do that, Ailen fired an arrow at the head of the enemy. That guy was forced to stop the attack and block the arrow… this ti, his sword trembled for a short while thanks to the impact… giving him a chance for Malon to step away while he was coughing.
Cailena healed him in a single mont, and he felt a lot better. Malon wanted to win against his enemies fair and square, but he didn't have ti to worry about his pride. It was better to deal with the enemies as soon as possible.
Malon charged again while clenching his teeth to endure the flas, but that wasn't helping. Still, all of a sudden, the air in the throne room cooled down when Vaeral fired so ice spears at the enemy… they lted before they could reach him, though.
Vaeral didn't give up on that; he made the air cool even more by using water and wind magic and making them dance around the throne room. All of a sudden, even the group began to feel cold; only Malon and the enemy were fine, thanks to the fire aura. Still, Malon could feel the flas bothering him a lot less than before.
"Ti for round two," Aion said.
Malon's eyes narrowed with focus and determination. With an unwavering resolve, he chose to ignore the scorching heat of the fire aura and made his move.
Drawing upon his mastery of ti magic, Malon entered a state of heightened awareness. Ti seed to slow down around him as he studied the armored warrior's movents, analyzing every flicker of his sword and each subtle shift in his stance.
With a surge of agility, Malon darted forward, evading the licks of fire that threatened to hinder his progress. His body moved with fluid grace, defying the searing heat as he closed the distance between himself and the fire swordsman.
As their blades clashed, a shower of sparks erupted, illuminating the throne room with brief bursts of light. It was amazing that the guy could keep up with him now, but he couldn't have expected anything less from the grunts of Tenebres.
The enemy attacked back, equality fast; Malon skillfully parried the fiery strikes, expertly manipulating the mana around him to anticipate and counter each attack. The flas that engulfed the armored warrior's blade seed to bend and distort in the wake of Malon's swift movents, barely grazing him as he effortlessly avoided their searing touch.
With each calculated strike, Malon aid not only to disarm his opponent but also to disrupt the armored warrior's connection to the flas. His blade beca a blur, a testant to his mastery of the sword, as he sought to sever the fire swordsman's control over the inferno.
As the battle raged on, the fire swordsman found himself increasingly challenged by Malon's unwavering assault. The armored warrior's confidence wavered, his movents growing more erratic as he struggled to anticipate Malon's agile maneuvers.
As if that wasn't enough, arrows were fired at him whenever he showed the slightest of openings, and everyone could hear the annoyed grunts of the enemy, thanks to Ailen.
In the end, Ailen charged his final arrow and then unleashed it; he felt the bones of his right arm cracking a bit… it seed that he used too much power. Fortunately, the enemy was pushed backward several ters when it blocked that strike, and Malon decided to use that chance.
Malon unleashed a flurry of blows in a final, decisive strike that overwheld the fire swordsman's defenses. Their swords t one last ti with a resounding clash, and the armored warrior's grip faltered. The flas that once enveloped his blade began to dwindle, flickering weekly until they finally extinguished.
Without hesitation, Malon swung down his sword in a blurred motion that no one was able to see, only the result, the armor of the enemy was split in two, and his chest was opened in an extensive line.
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