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Chapter One-Hundred and Sixteen: Friendship always Prevails. Bjorn vs Drake P2

    Chapter One-Hundred and Sixteen: Friendship always Prevails. Bjorn vs Drake P2


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake surged forward, his speed allowing him to close the gap between him and Bjorn in an instant. Thebination of all of his Endowments doubled his stats in some aspects.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Moving quickly to Bjorn’s blind spot, he threw his fist forward aiming for his right side, exactly where his liver was.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake’s me and lightning-fueled fists careened for its target, but again, Bjorn’s own hand moved, stopping Drake’s in its tracks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?! Do you have eyes in the back of your head?!” Drake spat, measuring Bjorn’s gaze, but surprise painted Bjorn’s face forcing a simr expression from Drake.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">What? He’s surprised? Does that mean he didn’t do it consciously?!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, stepping again, changing his direction of attack.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Moving with speed even Bjorn could not follow, Drake attacked from all sides, using his Asura spell to attack from four different directions.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But to no avail, he was unable to find a gap in Bjorn’s defense.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Not all was lost though, as Drake slowly began damaging Bjorn’s armor, the marks of his searing strikes beginning to appear, with Bjorn’s breath bing more and morebored as the fight went on.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Slipping in and out of Bjorn’s guard, Drake threw everything he had at him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But like before his every straight, every jab, every blow was met with the wall that was Bjorn’s hand or de deflecting or blocking Drake’s strikes.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">He’s not doing it on his own, that I’m sure of. It must be his skill. He basically has an automated defense.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, zipping backwards, one of his arms moving from his shoulder and forming a densence of lightning.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’ve reached your cap on your defensive buff. I can tell. Your speed has stopped increasing as well,” Drake conjectured.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn looked back at Drake, silent, neither confirming or denying his statement.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bear, you’ve lost. You can’t keep up with me anymore! And your skill won’t let you move without losing your built-up buffs, I’ve won this time. You can trust me to keep you in check. So… So don’t give up ever again and tell me to kill you!!” Drake shouted across the field, many of the spectators gasping in confusion.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Kill him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What does he mean? Bear wants to die?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why in the world would he do that?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn’s eyes snapped to Drake, his body glowing in a ck aura.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who said I can’t move?” Bjorn growled, “Just let me do what I think is right! I don’t want to hurt people! My life is nothing but one fight, let me just give up… I can’t do it anymore Shot. I tried to push through, to adapt like I always have bro… But this time. The faces of the people I’ve had to kill to save my own life… They keep appearing! Every time I close my eyes they’re there! I can’t take it! What is even worse is I’m starting… I’m starting to enjoy it! The Cruelty, the savagery. It’s something that’s bing instinctively pleasurable… I don’t want that!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And what’s wrong with that?” Drake said, “What’s wrong with feeling remorse for taking a life, what’s wrong with not wanting to be at constant war with others,” Drake murmured, his lighting spell crackling louder with every passing word, “But you don’t have to worry about that anymore Bear. I’ll take all of that responsibility on. You will never have to worry again about slipping. I’ll show you how strong I’ve be and if it isn’t enough I’ll just reach out and grab the power I need to keep you from falling further. So don’t say you’ve given up! Because I won’t let you give up, you have so much more to do for the world. Just like you’ve told me I might be needed, I <em><span style="font-weight:400">know</em><span style="font-weight:400"> you will be for this wild world we are about to go into,” Drake said, staring back at him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-I don’t think you understand. There is a monster in me bro! You don’t know what that feels like!” Bjorn spat back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fuck if I don’t! There is something inside both of us! That’s the responsibility of the strong to quell the monster inside. Do you think it’s painful having to deal with only the thought of it?” Drake asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yes… I don’t need this anymore. I don’t need to keep going man…”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Bullshit!” Drake shouted, “Do you know what hurts more! What’s really painful!? It’s the feeling of regret! The feeling of giving up before the end of the line. Not giving it your all before yourst breath knowing you can take one more step to change things. Change it with me Bear! You don’t have to be the monster, because I will be.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake flexed his aura, epassing the area and Bjorn.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The spectators all gasped in surprise as their beneficial abilities were wiped clean from his Tyrannical Aura. Some were unable to bear the brunt of the force, passing out in a frothing white mess.


    <strong>[Beneficial Skill outranks current Skill]</strong>


    <strong>[Beneficial Skill outranks current Skill]</strong>


    <strong>[Beneficial Ski….</strong>


    <strong>…</strong>


    <strong>..</strong>


    <strong>.</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake didn’t give up, focusing his skill on Bjorn, doing his utmost to strip away the defensive skill.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn reacted almost instinctively as he began marching forward, each step embedding him into the ground almost as if gravity around him was flexing and weighing him down.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Fuck! My skill can’tpete with the legendary skill. I’ll just have to brute force it then!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake cursed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Brace your teeth buddy! I’m not holding back!” Drake shouted giving Bjorn a warning, but he seemed to ignore it as he walked slowly forward, entranced.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake quickly slipped his rings into his inventory, extinguishing the mes around his fists, a staff of four petals appeared in front of him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Heretical Attunement! Lightning!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake shouted merging his violet lightning with the staff as it grew in size bing a de of iridescent sparks.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Darkness beyond ckest pitch,”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake began staring down his friend, the de of lightning snapping and roaring as it licked the ground cracking back and forth, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Deeper than the deepest night!</em><span style="font-weight:400">”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake continued to chant, but Bjorn was not about to allow him to do so freely, as he suddenly shot forward, his hand outstretched to grab Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake wouldn’t allow himself to go down though, as he desperately dodged, his speed still greater than Bjorn’s. But the casting of his spell had slowed Drake to where he was only barely dodging Bjorn’s hand, and the subsequent strikes from his sword.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">I can’t let his sword touch me or it’s over!</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake continued his chant desperately now.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Lord as vast as thergest ocean,” </em><span style="font-weight:400">each word condensed the mana into the de of lightning, but now Drake needed more, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Heretical Attunement! Fire!</em><span style="font-weight:400">” he shouted adding a second element to the spell but forcing his status to drop as he felt the drain on him, but he needed to continue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Still being chased as he chanted, Drake dodged and tumbled to the ground, anything to not be hit by Bjorn''s sword.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Colder than the coldest ice!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake roared, then adding another element to the de, “<em><span style="font-weight:400">Heretical Attunement! Ice!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> a shard of ice shimmering to life under the fire as it contained the lightning within a cold container.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake coughed suddenly, the strain catching up with him, a bead of red liquid escaping his mask.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">King of Darkness who shines like gold upon the Sea of Chaos! I call upon thee and swear myself to thee! I stand ready to bear the strength you give me!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake screamed rapidly, his conscious beginning to falter as his movements began to slow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake forced himself to stay awake as he bolted in every direction keeping ahead of the relentless Bjorn, his fists and swings of his sword carving the ground below them in enormous divots and craters.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Let the fools wh-”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake tried to continue but his body faltered for only a moment.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But that moment was enough for Bjorn to catch him, his sword swinging down, as his fist came down from the side.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">I can’t dodge!</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake spat internally.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He had no choice, he had to take one of the blows.


    <span style="font-weight:400">So Drake bet on what he thought was best.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn’s fist collided with Drake’s face as Drake turned mid-air narrowly dodging his sword swing, but taking the full brunt of his first mming against him.


    <strong>[You have gained a Reprieve Charge]</strong>


    <strong>[You have gained a Reprieve Charge]</strong>


    <strong>[You have gained a Reprieve Charge]</strong>


    <strong>[Max Charges reached, Reprieve Charge Lost]</strong>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake flew backward like a bullet tumbling against the ground until he stopped.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Struggling to stand Drake smiled underneath his mask, his fight with the Warrior Vampiric Ape shing in his mind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">He had gained just enough distance to finish his spell.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn rushed forward to follow up, but he was toote.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Who stands before me be destroyed by the power you and I possess!” </em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake howled at the top of his lungs, his breathing out as visible steam from his mask.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn was just inches from Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But Drake teleported at thest second, straight into the air above Bjorn, his massive spell expanding as it whipped wildly in the magnificent shifting colors of hisbined elements. His hair and robes whipped and snapped against the wind the spell produced as he shouted thest words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">Giga! veeeeeeee!!!!”</em>


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake put all his force into bringing down the tremendous spell, it lighting up the sky as it screeched forward toward the ground, the brilliance of the spell so bright that it outshone the sun, casting shadows all around it.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The spell whipped and roared forward towards Bjorn, the man standing stoically as he stared back at the spell, a smile creasing his face as he mouthed two simple words.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks, bro.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“No problem,” Drake said, using hisst Reprieve charge to teleport down to next to Bjorn, “Now no more saying stupid shit, or this spell really will hit you,” Drake chuckled snapping his fingers as the spell winked out of existence, “Now lend me an overly muscr arm of yours, I’m about to pass out. I need to at least stay looking cool for a bit longer,” Drake chuckled before he fell forward-leaning on Bjorn’s arm.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn looked over in disbelief, his mouth opening and closing trying to find the words. But his face slowly rxed and turned to a smirk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine, you win… Stubborn bastard really is an asshole,” he chuckled.


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What’s going on outside?” Chelsea asked from her seat across from ire’s as her face continued to stay in a perpetual scowl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I don’t know, probably Drake going crazy again. But we’lll never know since we’re on baby duty…” ire replied, scowling back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You mean <em><span style="font-weight:400">you</em><span style="font-weight:400"> were on baby duty! Why did I have to get dragged into this…” Chelsea grumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because it would have been unfair if it was just me!” ire responded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s not my problem ire! It was unfair you got to go into the tent! Here I thought I lost…” Chelsea mumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“W-what!? He doesn’t even see me like that!” Cir pouted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-yeah…. He doesn’t seem to have a thing for me either, but I did dig into him a lot before…He isn’t gay is he?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I-i… I don’t think so…? I catch him looking all the time… I’m not sure if he just doesn’t want… dirty goods…” ire said, turning despondent.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What!? If that asshole ever said anything like that seriously. We would tear him apart! That wasn’t even your fault!” Chelsea said, consoling her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Thanks…” ire said, smiling slightly, “Ah…. Did he tell you the same thing about not being interested?” ire finally asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chelsea blushed, but answered timidly, “Y-yeah. He was a gentleman about it but, I really didn’t expect him to turn me down… I mean look at us,” she said her face turning into a smirk, “He’s got to be gay or stupid to say no,” she joked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Before ire could respond afterughing they both heard a loud crunch interrupting them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are you two quite done? The aforementioned baby is trying to eat in peace here,” Natto said, biting into a piece of boar as she ripped a piece of bread away from the loaf with an audible crunch and tear.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Uh… Sorry… just you know girl talk…” Chelsea said sheepishly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I am also a woman you know,” Natto sneered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">ire coughed, breaking her silence then quickly turned away fixing her hair not wanting to meet Natto’s eyes.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I apud you both for not giving up on the fool, but my advice to you <em><span style="font-weight:400">is</em><span style="font-weight:400"> to give up. He has no need for a rtionship right now. Furthermore, I do not believe he has told you how hisst endeavor with the opposite sex had gone,” Natto exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Ok, so he isn’t gay…good..” ire whispered under her breath.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto cocked her eye but ignored thement continuing her line of thoughts aloud.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your best course of action is to either forget about him and find another man, or I suppose, simply wait,” Natto said, taking another bite of boar, “But regardless of how you feel, know that he is a man of his word to at least protect you as the contract stiptes until the end of the tutorial. After that, he has not even shared with me what his thoughts are for the most part. So we will all have to wait for an answer there….” Natto trailed off, her attention going elsewhere as the sounds of fighting outside began to increase.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Your name is Uta, yes?” Natto said to no one in particr.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Instantly Chelsea’s eyes snapped to the corner of the room, where a small ck-haired girl inched out into view. Chelsea drew her bow and trained it on the girl. ire moved to Chelsea’s side, pulling her staff out at the ready. Only Natto remained calm, continuing to eat.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It is alright you two, she simply wants to speak. Although she could most likely kill one of you if she had to, she knows as well as I that the repercussions of such an action would spell a very ugly end for her beloved master,” Natto sneered, “Then? What is it you wish to discuss? I am surprised you did not out my owner for having a construct in public… I am assuming your group does not know you are a construct as well then?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Both Chelsea and ire drew in a quick breath at the information but maintained their vignce towards the girl.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You would be correct. My name is Uta, may I ask for yours as well?” Uta asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Natto. Well?” she replied.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can tell you are a Territorial Assistant, that means you have information I do not. I simply wish to ask questions in aid of my Master.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh..?” Natto cooed intrigued, “And what is in it for us? You seem to forget how poorly you treated my owner when we arrived. What makes you think I would even want to deal with you?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Uta ignored Natto’s question, instead asking her own.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You call him your owner and not Master, why do you not show respect to him?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto scoffed, her face turning a shade of red.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Because that dumb ape would take it too far if I did!” she coughed, “Call it a precaution to keep his ego in check, you have seen how he likes to fly off the handle.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Natto pointed her fork, boar meat and all at Uta, “Now, enough of dodging my question. What reason would we have to give you any sort of information?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Uta ground her teeth like she was chewing on something unpleasant.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I have advised my Master as best I can, but I simply am not equipped to aid him in what is toe after the tutorial. Seeing how he was so soundly defeated by your.. Owner.. I realize now that even with all his skills he is sorelycking in ability. And needs every advantage to survive once the tutorial is finished,” Uta exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“And?” Natto urged growing tired as she ripped another piece of boar and bread.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My Master has permitted the use of an alliance. In return for your information he will do his best to help your owner outside of the tutorial,” Uta continued.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That does not help us when we would be the ones protecting you, do you not agree? Seems that you are only the ones benefiting if that is truly the only thing you offer.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Natto is kind of scary right now, don’t you think Chelsea….?” ire whispered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah… she’s usually never like this.. I mean she’s a little intimidating when ites to the skill stones but this is different. I can feel the tension…” Chelsea whispered back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Y-you know of theing fight and the vote for the’s Leaders in the conference before the war. My Master will vouch for your owner, meaning the rest of the coalition will as well!”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh…. Now <em><span style="font-weight:400">that</em><span style="font-weight:400"> sounds like a good deal….” Natto smiled.
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