SAMAEL
Her eyes take that bleeding flames shade and Sir First also smiles. His eyes begin to glow a golden hue that looks like liquid gold. Light covers his body and I shield my eyes so I won't go blind. I open my eyes to be met with a different Sir First. His whole attire was golden. It was a robe that was tight fitted with gloves and a golden boot. His hair was longer and a blond color the same as his eyes and his sword was glowing brighter than I have ever seen.
This is the acclaimed Royal-Warrior Armor. If it were on any other person it will look just like a robe, but on Sir First I could see how it fit. It was tight but also allowed him move freely and it even gave him freedom of ability usage.
They run at each other and the sheer force of their swords hitting each other shooks the platform and throws me to the floor. I get up instantly as they start to parry swords. Sir First aims for her tummy and she deflects, push his sword up and aims for his chest but his sword comes down at the exact moment and blocks hers.
The speed at which they were fighting was unbelievable. It was so fast all I could see was a blur of body and hear the clang of sword hitting sword. They were still at it when a huge force sends Sir First flying into the shield of the arena. There is a shield? Why the lava then?
Sir First falls on the ground and she walks up to him. He flies to his feet when she is close and sends out a slash of magic. It hits her and sends her sliding back. How did she not get slashed by that? That was Heavens Wipe. It's one of the most destructive Holy Strikes used by Michael's blessed descendant. It is deadly to all creatures besides angels and high rank demons. She smiles wiping dust off her fit.
"I must give it to you, you are powerful, and I would have loved to continue this but I have work to get to." She says and snaps her finger. She raises lava from the ground floor and forge it into arrows. She aims them for Sir First and he cuts through them all. He runs for her and she snaps her fingers. His two legs explode at once. I scream and Sir First fall onto the floor with half body.
He doesn't give up. He tossed his swords at her and she swipes it away like a fly. Who has the power to manipulate blessed blood? That is the reason Blood Aura spells don't work on blessed and watcher descendants, because only a few people can manipulate the ethereal blood running though their system. She just exploded it without breaking a sweat. What is she?
She swipes her hands and both of Sir First hands explode and he screams but he doesn't stop. He mind controls his weapon which started to fight the lady. She gets angry and sets the sword on fire.
Impossible! The only thing that can burn a HolyBlade is Hellfire. Can she really control Hellfire? Only Hell Generals can control Hellfire. What is this woman? Is she really Death? Death is not a being is it?
She runs up to Sir First and raises her leg to step on his head. She is going to burst his head. I have to do something! If I don't Sir First will die and it will be all my fault. She had no fight with him. I caused this!
Something in me snaps and it's like time stops. Before I know it I'm in front of the lady and I push her away from Sir First. She flies about 50 feet away from me and lands on her feet. My eyes widens and I couldn't believe it. Where did that strength come from? How did I push her? I look at her still shocked and she laughs evilly.
"About time! A worthy opponent" she says and I shake my head. I am no worthy opponent. I don't even have enough maagi pool to become a Warrior! How am I a worthy opponent in comparison to Sir First! The world renowned warrior who is so close to Commander Warrior Rank. That is impossible.
My gaze lands on Sir First body and I couldn't but feel my heart break further. Such a powerful man with a blissful future ahead of him, reduced to this crippling mess at his death. And it is all because of her? All because she wants to prove her strength? I feel the rage that was boiling in me before flare up now and power unlike anything I have ever felt before rushes over me.
Blinded by rage I call on my Katanas and they instantly appear in my hands. With bloodhot eyes I stare at her and she had a shocked look on her face. I didn't wait to undertand the reason behind her shock before running at her and aimingh for her head. With a dying precision my sword almost hit their target but is blocked by the sheer force of her sword as she deflects the blows.
I don't stop attacking, aiming for differnt part of her body. It was werid but my movements were precise and well fashioned like a dance i learned from my former life. All the memories of watching warriors fight pour into me and I could instantly bring it to reality. Like some kind of adoptive muscle memory. I used it all against her and slowly I started to push her back with sheer force.
She blocks my attacks as quickly as she can but she was not able to gain the upper hand. I was just too fast. The speed, the strength, the techniques, the agility, the stamina, it was unlike anything I could imagine but I don't even focus on it. The only thing on my mind in this moment is vengeance. Vengeance for Sir First, for all the other warriors she has ridiculed this way, the others she has killed before.
Thinking about it my rage increased and just as I felt I was gaining the upper hand she smiles. My fight was amusing. I can see beads of sweat forming on her brows so I know this fight isn't one sided, but somehow she found it amusing. I want to wipe that sly smirk off her face.
I flip in the hair as I swipe my sword and she blocks with hers but my feet lands on her tummy instantly sending her flying back into the shield. She falls on her knees and chuckles evilly. She stands to her feet and wipes blood off her mouth. I think my hit deal a massive damage to her.
"You are really a worthy opponent" she says chuckling in-between words "Such a shame you are just mortal and cannot win against death" she adds and immediately she attcaks.
Unlike before her movement became faster, sharper, and even harder to block and deflect. She has been hiding her strength all along. She swipes her sword on my right and just as I move to block the sword appears at my left and slices my left hand off.
Blood gushes out of the open wound as my hand lay on the floor limb and empty. The left sword disappeared back into the bracelet. Pain unlike anything I have ever felt shopts through my body and my brain felt like it was hot by millions electric shockwaves. I felt like stopping but the next set of attacks came without a break and she gained the upper hand. Now she was playing with me.
I blocked most of her blows but the ones that even hit made only slight scratches all over my body. She didn't want to kill me just yet. Now my whole body was covered in its own blood from the hundreds of cuts she had made on my body and I was getting weaker. Fatigue was setting in and. He boodloss ws also helping.
I managed to make a few hits on her but they closed off instantly like the sword didn't even hit her. Even though her skin sizzled as my sword made contact like it was burning the effect doesn't last long enough for it to make a tremendous impact.
Even though I don't know where this newfound power comes from it still is not enough to win against her. I had no maagi to back it up, or skill, or experience, and even with all that I am still human and my wounds are more fatal than hers. She is freaking Death for hells sake! My blocks became significantly weak and she took that to her advantage.
She slices my two legs off with one strike and I realize that is her emo. She takes your limbs making you totally helpless. I fall in a pool of my own blood. I turn to look at my right where Sir First laid equally in a pool of his own blood. He has lost consciousness hours ago and no matter what he is he should be dead by now.
I look at the ceiling and could see her standing over my body and my sword falls and disappears back to its place. She smiles at my body laying at her feet and I could see the joy on her face. She isn't just happy she won. She is happy because she secured her place as the powerful world.
"I would have loved to see you pass, but no one must make it past me unless they have the power to back it and you don't" she says and I couldn't believe she felt apologetic about this situation.
She raises her sword and the last thing I felt was the sword piecringg my heart. My blood freezes cold and I feel the life slowly seep out of me. In that moment I wanted just one thing. If I ever got a second chance at life I would be powerful and I will never be looked down on!