Vaerion lunged foward with his blade extended. His feet was sliding across the gravel road like a phantom in motion. As he got closer to the first of his two opponents, he swung his sword in the air with one hand and jumped up. As he jumped he shot an ice mist from his left hand and swung his sword down with his right hand with all his might. As he swung his sword down it began to emit a strong heat. It was so hot that the man put his arm in the way to block the brightness from his face without thinking. the man's arm was slashed off. Vaerion then took a step back and propelled himself forward while the man was screaming and drove his blade through his neck. After seeing this the second man tried to use him as a diversion to attack from the back by using reality distortion which is a type of magic that manipulates mana around you and makes you invisible,but Vaerion sensed the heat that the body was emitting, and swung his sword backwards into the gravel road kicking up some dust, small rocks, and sand into the mans face. As the man took a step back Vaerion let go of his sword and speared the man into one of the alleyways.
Aethon on the other hand, who was left alone to face his two opponents, exhaled deeply. He had no prior experience in an actual battle. He felt scared, nervous, but above all else, a shot of adrenaline engulfed his body. He let out a grin and said softly to himself, :"fight or die."
The first man was cloaked in jagged black and held a dual blade. The blades edges were curved like viper fangs that were coated by a shadow. The second man grinned with cracked lips and a crystalline ice dagger that was pulsing with mana. The ice dagger was a pale blue color.
Aethon watching both men very carefully was waiting for either of them to make the first move. His hands were raised up to his chest. Ready to fight. Both men started walking towards him. Aethon then in a state of nervousness summoned both fire and water to both his hands.
After seeing this both men stopped walking and started running towards him almost like shadows. The dagger weilder darted first. He moved like a blur of death that embodied the coldness of ice. Aethon reacted instantly, launching a burst of pressurized steam from his palm. The cloud of steam exploded outwards. It was searing hot and momentarily blinding.
From within the fog, the dual blade sliced through. Like a hot knife cutting through soft butter.
It was too wide to dodge. Aethon dropped low,skidding under it, his boots catching the debris. Instead of panicking, Aethon decided to use himself falling as an advantage in this fight-he twisted mid air and he shot an ice spear through the man's leg. Aethon used wind magic to push himself away and got back up but in a crouching position.
As Aethon raised his body to stand up, not even 2 seconds later, the man who weilded the ice dagger, threw it at Aethon. Aethon just moved his head in time...or so he thought. He hadn't realises it due to the adrenaline, but the dagger had cut him on the side of his face. The only reason he realise this was because a blood droplet had fell onto the back of his his left palm which was a fist. As Aethon lifted his left hand and pressed it against his faced, the two men laughed and stared at him.
Aethon who had now placed his left hand infront of him was staring at the blood on his hand. He then moved his gaze from his hand to the two men. Then, without thinking Aethon made a burst of wind shoot out of both his feet that launched him backwards into a wall which he rebounded off and then shot fire out of his hands which was followed by firing a burst of water forward using both hands which was then instantly evaporated with a flame. He then began to shoot icicles into the mist. He thought that the sudden burst of steam might have made them confused and he could hit them with the icicles. Unfortunately... He was wrong. They both cleared up the mist while moving in perfect sync.
Aethon seeing this said to himself, :"fast. Too damn fast." The black dual bladed man launched forward and tried to slash Aethon who had formed an ice sword and enhanced it with mana,but the man was much more physically stronger then him. The man's blade met Aethons weak parry,locking their weapons. Aethon tried to channel fire through his sword like what Vaerion does but the enemy pushed him back breaking his concentration.
Aethon while getting pushed back thought to himself, :"What the hell can I do?! Can I use my hybrid skills I created? No, they take too much time to create and they drain both my mana and stamina quickly. DAMMIT!!!!!"
Just as Aethon had this thought he realise he was fighting two men and wondered where the second one went.
Then all of a sudden a jolt of pain exploded through his body...more specifically, his ribs.
Aethon screamed in pain. The man who had stabbed him in his side then kicked him and sent him flying crashing into an apple cart. Aethon getting up slowly while clutching his side, began to raise his head slowly and started looking around to see where Vaerion was. He couldn't find him. Aethon then got up and looked around to see that the part of RIVIRIA they were in was deserted. He started breathing heavily. He then placed his right hand on his left sided ribcage and shot ice on it to freeze the bleeding. He screamed in agony with a few tears falling down his face. The two man laughed. The one man man said in a deep and grunted voice, :"That's pay back for stabbing my leg."
Aethon staggered back and wiped his face, he stared at the two men who were staring back at him with grins on their faces, Aethon who was breathing heavily started to calm himself down as fear crept in like a poison.
He tries to summon another wave of magic but his vision began to blur. His mana was nearly drained and his breaths were getting shorter. {He was exhausted due to using this much magic, and not having battle experience. He didn't know how to pace himself and conserve his energy.}
Then a sudden thought went through Aethons head, :"Ahhh... Hahaha. Haha... I see so that's it. They aren't fighting for real otherwise they would have killed me by now. They are a distraction and I'm there toy. Are they measuring me? Hehehehe... Ahhhh."
After realizing this Aethon looked up at the sky and let out a soft chuckle.
The truth was they werent fighting like assassins. They were toying with him and testing him to see how much pressure it would take before he cracked. They wanted to show him the difference between and experienced fighter and a novice.
[And was it working? Yes. Yes it was].
His knees buckled while his chest was heaving due to exhaustion. The dry blood from his injury had made his white shirt a velvet blood red on the left side.
Aethon thought to himself in that moment, :"It doesn't matter if your good or evil, small or big, power triumphs over all... Hehe... Hahaha... Ahhh." Aethon then looked down to the ground and said to himself in a soft and muffled voice, :"And here I thought I was getting stronger. I thought I understood pain, using my mana and magic and balancing them out... But I guess this is the difference between survival and supremacy. They can fight like death is second nature to them and yet I am still hoping to win." Aethon started laughing and then continued by saying, :" I guess this is what it means to fall short. To understand and realize that you're not the hero in your own story? Ahhh... I guess I'm going to die... Heh. "
As Aethon said this the two men stared at him, emotionless ready to carry out their mission. The man who was weilding the ice blade said, :" If you're done with your monolgue can you shut up. Ahhh...you were fun atleast. I should've chased after the old man that was with you, but I stayed to fight you. I don't know why."
After saying this the two men got there blades ready and launched forward towards Aethon to kill him.
As Aethon was about to be killed a body crashed infront of him like a meteor which made the two men jump back.
After the dust cleared a lifeless body came into view that was on the gravel road inbetween Aethon and the two men. It was one of the two men who Vaerion was fighting. When the two men stared at the body they saw an arm was missing and his neck had been stabbed. The arm was cut off clean.
Vaerion appeared, walking out from the alleyway with blood on his face and hands. It wasn't his. He was dragging the second man behind him. As he got closer and closer to Aethon he let go of the man he was dragging. He stared at Aethon and then at the two men. He then drew out his blade. It turned into a flaming sword that was bright red. It's light was dark in nature, reflecting Vaerion's anger. It's heat that it was emitting made the men realize it was going to be hard to approach and attack him in close range combat.
The man weilding the ice dagger chuckled and said in a loud and deep voice, :"I NEVER REALISE EARLIER BUT IS THAT YOU? HAHAHAHAHAHA... VAERION! IT WOULD HAVE BEEN MUCH MORE FUN TO FIGHT YOU INSTEAD...FUMEBLADE."
AFTER THAT THE TWO MEN BEGAN TO CROUCH AND DRAW THEIR BLADES OUT TO THE FRONT OF THEIR CHESTS. VAERION STOOD 6 STEPS INFRONT OF AETHON READY TO FIGHT.