Rise Of The Infinite Sovereign-Chapter 350: Fighting

Two figures were entangled in the sky.

"Tch" Frederick clicked his tongue, dodging a wide swing from the troll, Mavar’s hammer.

He was losing, quite badly too.

At the start, both of them went hammer to hammer, but it quickly became apparent that Mavar was more skilled.

Unsurprising. Mavar fought with hammers his whole life, whilst Frederick used it as a secondary weapon only until he got this legendary one.

Beaten back, Frederick returned the spiked hammer to his storage ring, and battled the best way he knew how, with his gauntlets.

Still, with Mavar being a mid Mythic rank, Frederick felt the pressure.

He couldn’t contend with Mavar on strength, this he learned the hard way.

Anything he formed from the earth was effortlessly broken apart.

With Mavar, his edge was in speed, so he focused on dodging and counter attacking.

If anything, that was easier said than done.

Mavar was no amateur fighter, he managed to get more than a few hits in, to Frederick’s detriment.

Now, Frederick did something else.

Latching on the hammer’s head, he pulls Mavar forward and lands a punch straight on his face.

In the short moment, he pulls the hammer out of Mavar’s grip, tossing it away.

He then grabs him in a bear hug and dives.

Mavar struggles, but Frederick refuses to relent, taking them both down to the ground.

Opening his palm, Mavar’s hammer stops falling and heads towards him.

This was its first secondary function, its second function was why Frederick didn’t attack Mavar with the hammer.

He couldn’t. Its second function was that it couldn’t hammer its owner.

The hammer raced to Mavar, but couldn’t catch up to the speed of their descent.

*Boom!*

They landed head first into the ground, causing an artificial sandstorm from the erupting shockwave, and formed a large crater.

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Only then did the hammer reach Mavar.

A minute later, Frederick was near breathless, gliding through the air.

"Ooof"

Mavar aimed for the chest, but Frederick mitigated the damage by placing his left arm atop of it just in the nick of time.

Breaking into the soil a few times before regaining his footing, Frederick straightens his dislocated arm, getting into his fighting stance as Mavar walks out of the curtain of sand.

"Why won’t you stay down?" He asks. "You know you can’t defeat me"

The spell for mutual communication was one of the most commonly used spells.

Mavar placed it on Frederick right at the start of their fight.

For some peculiar reason, Mavar took interest in him, a sense of familiarity maybe? Whatever.

If possible, Mavar would rather not kill him, but Frederick wasn’t giving him much of a choice.

"Says who?" Frederick replies.

"...Fine" Mavar sighs, taking a stance of his own. "Have it your way"

Silence sets in as both fighters stare down.

When, out of the blue, a voice erupts.

"Hey! You oversized lizard! Over Here!"

An annoying voice.

Mavar turns to sight the unbridled figure, only to see a young man standing a few meters before the crater.

Pushing it, the figure magnifies and we make out Johan.

"Rank five?" Mavar muttered.

"What are you doing?!" Frederick shouted, appalled.

"Oh" says Mavar. "You know him?"

Without warning, Mavar speeds off.

’He’s coming!’

As his instincts screamed, Johan gulped, gripping his Sabers harder, Mavar appeared in front of him.

Exuding mind numbing killing intent at a speed barely discernible, Johan finds himself frozen.

He realizes at this moment.

He’d fucked up.

*BAM!*

’Huh?’

Mavar had disappeared from his sights.

"You idiot!"

Blinking rapidly, Johan abruptly swerves his head to the side.

There lay his one and only brother, Theron.

Still blinking in confusion, a smack on the head, breaks him out of his reverie.

Touches himself all round, reality set in.

He wasn’t dreaming.

He. Wasn’t. Dreaming!

"Snap out of it, will you"

Theron’s voice brought him back to the present.

Staring at his brother, his heart couldn’t help but melt in love.

"Brother. Have I ever told you how much I love you?"

Shaking his head with a sigh, Theron replies. "Yeah yeah, I’ll kill you once we’re done here"

Mavar stares at the duo, not sure what to make of the situation.

Taking a closer look, Johan was taken aback.

"You’re not a lizard. What are you?"

Mavar kicks Theron’s halberd back to him, ready to kill the two.

Frederick arrives, stopping right in between Mavar and the two brothers, facing the brothers.

"What do you think you’re doing here?"

"We’re going to kill the...whatever he is" Johan answered. "Besides. You don’t look too good"

"What are you-

Abruptly, Frederick fell on a knee, coughing blood in small bits.

"See?" Johan pointed out. "You need our help"

"Hmm?" Theron mutters as a shadow shields him from the sun.

Looking behind, something lands three feet behind the brothers, kicking up a small eruption of sand.

*cough*cough*

Apologies, some-one.

"Here you are"

It was Ashton. All bloody, he flashes a disarming smile.

"Hogging all the fun for yourselves again I see"

Theron shakes his head. "Nope. You’re right on time, we’re just about to start"

"Cool" Ashton, looking around before pointing towards Mavar. "Is it him?"

"Mmm" Johan nods. "But we’ll need uncle Frederick’s help

Frederick picks himself up, looking all three boys, no, men in the eye.

There was no trace of fear.

"You aren’t going to leave, are you?"

"Nope"

"Not a chance"

"We can’t leave you to die after all"

"Ha" Frederick laughed. "You better not die on me"

"You took the words right out of our mouths" Johan replies.

Frederick turns around, facing Mavar and gets into a fighting stance, as do the other three.

"You will fight with others by your side?" asks Mavar.

"What can I say?" Frederick replies with a smile. "You’re strong"

"Indeed"

Mavar steps on it, vanishing from their sights before reappearing in front of Ashton, bringing down his axe.

Better to take out distractions first.

Unfortunately...*Bam!*

A punch from Frederick to the side sends him thirty meters away.

It wasn’t going to be so easy.

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Engulfing the horizon in a sea of flames, Bezart grinned, only for the ice swords to implode simultaneously, creating a shockwave that tore through the flames.

"That moron!" Gaza was pissed.

Moving backwards to maintain distance, Bezart curtails the flames, looking for Ezra.

Not for long.

Ezra burst from within, covered in flames. His flames, and rushed Bezart.

The dragon opened its mouth to pour out fire a second time, giving Ezra an opening to act.

With quick hands, he makes a cut in his arm and pulls blood out, shaping it in the form of an arrow in the same motion of movement.

Thanks to poison, the arrow is pitch black, as is his blood.

Abruptly halting, he arches his arm backwards and lets off a masterful throw.

Its release echoed a reverberation as it cut through air and beelined straight into Bezart’s mouth.

Too slow to react, it hit dead on.

"Ack!"

The black arrow melted upon contact with Bezart’s throat, poisoning him, and forcefully halting his fire breath.

Beyond that, it had one more effect to offer.

*Bom!*

It exploded, and affected the prepared firebreath, causing a premature implosion that torched Bezart’s throat.

"AH!"

The dragon wailed, holding its head as the toxins from Ezra’s blood entered his brain.

In such pain, he was of no mind to notice Ezra’s approach.

"Come here"

Tossing the sword on his left upwards, he catches it with his teeth, grabs Bezart’s horns and plunges Skyfall right down his exposed burning throat with his right.

Bezart’s screams hitched as he reacted, using his two hands to try and pull out the sword.

But Ezra wasn’t having it, he bashed it in deeper with a punch, forcing its tip out of Bezart’s back.

He covers himself with lightning and bolts, pulling Bezart along.

He wasn’t going to give the annoying b@stard another chance for a comeback.

Ezra was certain that Gaza was on his tail, so he had to keep moving.

Having realized the potential of exploding blood in his fight with Alvarach, he improvised with it this time and the results exceeded his expectations.

Dragging the screaming Bezart like a sandbag, he heads for the dungeon.

By now, the fire in Bezart’s throat had quenched but its effects were still very much present.

Feeling his life force fading, Bezart swings his arms in desperation, pushing past the pain to coordinate himself with his eyes and successfully places a few cuts on Ezra’s body.

It showed his spirit as a warrior and showcased tremendous willpower.

"Tch"

Ezra couldn’t give two sh#ts though, all he knew was that Bezart was still pestering him.

Biting his tongue, Ezra spat his poison blood on Bezart’s face, effectively blinding him.

The poison seeped into his skull through his eyes, tripling his pain.

*SHRIEK*

Bezart shrieked like a girl with an insect in her hair and whilst flailing like a squid, his booming voice called the attention of even ground troops.

Blinded, Bezart swung his arms in desperation to survive, clawing Ezra multiple times.

’This guy!’

His clothes were now ruined.

Pissed off, Ezra pulls Bezart up by his curved horn, taking no less than ten slashes thanks to his incessant flailing.

Thanks to an outstanding healing factor, the gashes caused by Bezart’s slashes took only a minute or two to completely heal.

Ezra hammers the sword embedded in his throat once more, forcing his shrieks to a halt.

Soon after, blood spurts from the torched throat onto Ezra’s face.

Wiping it off,Ezra flipped Bezart from one end to another like a log of wood, exchanging his horn to grab onto his armoured tail.

This way, Bezart would be letting all the blood spurt fall to the ground and not his face.

’Unbelievable’

Surprisingly, the speed of his flailing limbs didn’t reduce but rather increased.

To still struggle in such a condition, this guy really abhorred death.

Lost in thought, something stabs Ezra’s left arm. Something familiar.

It was an ice sword.

*Bom!*

Imploding, it blinded Ezra for a few seconds, and the shockwave right after threw him off course, releasing Bezart from his grip.

Quickly recovering, Ezra glances behind him, still gripping Skyfall with his teeth, and what would know, his eyes met the approaching Gaza.

Ezra dives, going after the falling Bezart.

He wasn’t going to allow him the chance for a comeback.

Gaza seeks to thwart him and sends many ice swords after him.

So you have Bezart falling, and Ezra diving towards him with ice swords on his tail.

Emblazoned in white lightning, to the masters looking from below, it looked like the descent of a large lightning bolt.

As if previously agreed upon, the surrounding warriors scattered.