Solar Ascension-Chapter 142: The Third Team(?)

While the other two teams tried their best together as a team, their was one that still had a very long way to go.

"Get your ass up and help me already," Flint said as his staff slammed into another golem, crumbling it to rubble.

Yawn~

Flint’s partner, Calewin, let out a yawn as he lazily glanced towards Flint who was currently surrounded by multiple golems both large and small before resting his head back down.

Calewin was currently laying close to the core they were supposed to protect, on a folding chair he had prepared in his inventory.

He refused to move a single muscle, much to Flint’s annoyance as dealing with the golems had been completely left to him.

"Damn it," Flint muttered as he swung his staff again, he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying this, but this was supposed to be a team exercise.

Flint dodged a flaming spear aimed at him before

"Could you at least pretend to care?" Flint snapped, glancing back over his shoulder.

From the folding chair, Calewin cracked one eye open.

"Mmm... I can," he said lazily, "but that’s too much work."

Another golem lunged from Flint’s blind spot.

He sensed it at the last second, before ducking low as a massive arm passed over his head, heat washing over his back.

"Tch—!"

Flint jabbed his staff into the golem’s knee, powering the strike with a lot of his SE.

BOOM!

The leg collapsed, and the golem toppled forward but Flint wasn’t done yet, he swung his staff towards its chest, smashing the core before it even hit the ground.

He exhaled sharply, sweat dripping down his jaw.

"Radiant Boar is watching, you know!" Flint said again, loud enough for Calewin to hear. "You fail this, it reflects on both of us!"

Calewin yawned again, stretching his arms behind his head as if Flint hadn’t said a word.

"That’s cool," he replied, "you got it handled."

As if to mock him, the lava nearby surged violently.

The ground split open as a pair of larger golems began forcing themselves out of the molten stream, they seemed a lot stronger than the rest.

Flint clicked his tongue. "Of course."

Calewin raised a curious brow, but that curiosity faded the moment his eyes landed on the golems.

They were too weak to pique his interest, so he just went back to sleep, leaving the fight to Flint.

"Screw you," Flint muttered before turning to the two new opponents.

Without warning, one of them launched a flaming ball towards Flint, but he wasn’t one to be caught off guard.

He teleported away, reappearing midair as he swung towards the head of the attacking golem.

But just before the attack could connect, he suddenly felt a heat by his side, forcing him to redirect his staff.

A fist slammed into the staff hard enough to send a shockwave rippling through the air.

CLANG!

The force of the attack passed through his arms and then his entire body before he was launched backwards.

Flint slammed into a far wall, but before he could recover, another fireball was right in front of him.

BOOM!

The attack exploded on impact, causing the entire surroundings to tremble.

But even through all this, Calewin was peacefully asleep without a care in the world.

"I get it now," Flint muttered, he was now at the complete opposite of the attack with his staff on his shoulder.

There were scratches here and there on him, but nothing that showed that he hit by that attack.

After all, he teleported just before it could land.

Flint pointed to the golem that had created the fire ball and continued, "you’re the mage."

"And you’re the brawler," he pointed at the other.

The golems didn’t understand nor care what he was saying as the ’mage’ raised both arms, the molten veins that made up its body were pulsing as heat gathered between its palms.

The air warped and rippled due to the heat.

Flint’s eyes narrowed, as he also prepared himself wondering if these two were smart enough to start working as a unit.

"Of course they are," he muttered, "because why wouldn’t they finally start coordinating?"

The brawler golem charged first, despite its size, the golem was fast as it headed towards its target.

At the same time, the mage’s hands came together, condensing lava into a dense, spinning sphere that glowed white-hot at its center.

Flint immediately vanished.

He reappeared to the side with his staff slamming into the brawler’s ribs.

BOOM!

The strike sent fractures racing across its torso, but the thing barely slowed, as it swung it’s palm towards the attacker.

Flint teleported again, narrowly avoiding the blow as the mage golem finally released its attack.

A barrage of smaller fire orbs rained down, turning the entire area into some type of burning arena, limiting the places Flint could teleport to.

"Tch—!"

Flint flickered from spot to spot, teleporting in rapid succession as explosions chased him across the battlefield.

Each use of the ability drained more of his SE and it was visibly showing.

His breathing was growing heavier despite his calm expression and the moment je landed, he planted his staff into the ground as he exhaled slowly.

"...This is getting annoying."

The brawler’s fist came through the smoke, aiming to directly crush him.

Flint raised his staff to block—

CRACK!

The impact drove him back several steps, heat searing his palms as the mage followed up, launching a focused beam of molten flames straight at him.

Flint’s eyes widened, but he teleported a bit too late

The beam grazed his side, tearing through the arm part of his combat suit and scorching his skin as he tumbled across the ground, rolling to a stop on one knee.

He hissed softly, glancing at the burn.

"Fuck," he admitted under his breath, "that one actually hurt."

Behind him, the folding chair creaked again causing him to turn around and notice that Calewin’s eyes were now open.

"...Hmm?" he said lazily, looking at the battlefield, "You’re kinda struggling."

Flint shot him a glare, "You think?!"

"Then you must be pretty weak," Calewin said with a shrug, but he clearly had no intention of helping.

"What the hell did you say?" Flint asked with a frown on his face.

"You’re weak," Calewin repeated as he closed his eyes, "if you struggle this much against golems that would, at most, be Elite rank Eclipsed."

"You’ll never catch up to that first year," he continued, "what’s his name? Right, Nox."

"What the hell do you—" before Flint could complete his words Calewin interrupted with his eyes still closed.

"Fire ball."

Flint suddenly realized what he was saying and quickly spun around unfortunately, the blast was too close to his face, and the next second,

BOOM!