Leyk was freakishly strong, he was aware of that, his endurance was of the highest quality as well, perhaps he'd even survive without his head, it surely, since it was originally a mere corpse, not being home to his mind completely, something he had wanted to test but never really brought himself to do, his strength exceeded that of a natural titan by a small margin, at least one that had been for just a short time, being rather unable to use everything at their disposal, his speed was great as well, especially with the authority of motion, the expulsion, the enhancement, the blessing of velocity, the warp and many other things, his regeneration was rather high as well, but still, he was unsure if 238 people, perhaps more, perhaps less, was something he could beat.
There was a grin on 'her' face as 'she' went through the coming scribes like a tornado, sending wave after wave of motion through it all, holding the blade Imor in one hand, shrunk down to be just three feet long, light, the middle hollowed out, something that would normally compromise the structural integrity, but not in this case, simply allowing for faster and more effective wielding, cutting off heads and limbs left and right, the wand in the other, sending and directing wave and explosion every second and every step 'she' took.
Within a minute 'she' had already ripped apart a hundred of them, the ones that were left deciding to slowly retreat as the arrival of the titans seemed imminent, the last part of the test, designed to test survivability, the ones that could escape and hide being the ones to win in this round most of the time, this entire thing truly being similar to how it may be when they finally got out, though Leyk, who was here for the first time, was not entirely aware of that, and neither was he aware of how many were left, simply hunting and slashing, warping about fifteen feet each step, the maximum without much of a price aside from a rather severe headache later on when he'd finally try to sleep which he didn't even really have to do.
The next minute he had finally reached a total of 97 survivors aside from himself, the entire arena going quiet for a moment as the first of the ten total titans arrived, as Leyk readied himself, standing in a defensive stance, 'her' footwork holding 'her' body steady for the arrival, looking onto the gate that had just been opened, the barrier made of golden magic having vanished, no doubt having been conjured up by Crisis, perhaps one of the only people here strong enough to have a domain of magic across over six thousand feet, her booth being at the end of one side, the complete other side being at least three thousand feet away.
To be honest, to most of the people present, the battle had seemed rather quick, rather absolute, rather rapidly going towards the end, and the same went for the middle-aged man, standing at 6'8, a foot taller than Leyk, shoulder-long hair, braided in various shapes, countless weapons, four blades cladding his hips, four daggers hidden on his body, a crossbow permanently affixed to his right arm, greyish brown eyes filling the holes in his face, a smile atop it as he readied himself to get his moment of fame, having only achieved the titan-rank after two hundred years, most likely not being rather powerful either, not really being even moderately talented or strategic.
The man stood three hundred feet away from Leyk who had been forced to slightly change 'her' stance as he readied himself to face the weirdly attractive old man, a kind of hunter-like attraction, show of risqué and such on his face, the stubble somehow adding on to a kind of mystique.
Leyk wasn't really thinking much as he saw the older man heading straight for him, a weirdly long blade, swung to bend backwards, silver, six foot long, held with both hands, heading straight for his face, the man seemingly having appeared out of thin air, only leaving behind a trail of dust behind him, like a storm, he simply warped behind the titan, swinging around and hitting him in the back, resulting in the titan that seemed to move much slower now, turning around and trying to attack with a now much smaller blade.
So he controlled the size and shape of his weapon?
That was something Leyk should be able to combat, or at least he had the confidence to dance around him as well if he was this slow, he thought as he put away his wand and grabbed Imor, now in the shape of a small dagger as well, warping a bit higher, mid-air, having used mana sense to limit the range of teleportation instead of the typical limitation by sight, descending onto the man, the dagger held in both hands, hitting him in the left of his shoulder.
'Her' body flew through the air as 'she' was sent away, but he was still able to use mana to land relatively simple, 'her' body not taking any damage aside from scratches that already began to heal a few seconds after.
A second later, though, she was hit in the back by a powerful strike of wind, ripping the sand under her feet away as she seemed to almost wear shoes made of the coarse material, behind her standing a being covered in feathers, white, with dark spots, long wings replacing their arms with which they had called forth the wind, a harpy, it's beak-like maw opened to scream in a powerful way that made his ears almost bleed, be it only figuratively.
The second titan, Ismalda was her name, the same as one of the forsaken ladies as she found out later on, her goal was to be picked up, she believed herself to have more potential than most others with her rising rank, being capable of taking the form of any being that belongs to the same rank as herself, such as a dragon, later on a kurakkan, or even lich's, be it that the city of the dead would despise anyone calling liches creatures.