The tactician frowned after getting back up on his feet. It was so sudden for him that he didn''t get to use his ability to prevent himself from being thrown into this realm which he is not familiar with. Still, now that he is inside and cannot get out, he turned around and ready himself to go on a fight against his previous Best Friend, in.
in had a grim look on his face already. The bloodlust he is revealing is already hard to ignore and yet he is now forced to deal with him now.
"You should at least learn how to forgive and forget, in. It''s been so long and you still feel like you need to take revenge for all of that? You even dragged yourself into the mud and buried your amazing talent in creating golems just for a petty reason!" the tactician tries to appease in but in no longer cares what happens next. The only thing that is on his mind is dealing the final blow and defeating the Tactician in mortalbat, dealing a fatal strike and hoping to kill him in the process as well.
"There is only one purpose of my existence and as of why I am still alive until this day! You have lived for far too long, and imed hundreds of lives just so you can fuel your power and ego. Now, I will cut them down."
in disappeared from where he stands and reappeared behind the Tactician and swings his sword, intending to cut down thetter''s head, only for him to block it with his gauntlet.
"As I said earlier, you are already rusty, in. You won''t hope to defeat me with that level of skill by yourself. You won''t be able to even properly do some kind of damage to me with that."
Deflecting his sword, the Tactician sends in flying but thetter easily managed to regain his footing and dashes towards the Tactician who has yet to regain his proper footing after deflecting him causing him to block the attack by crossing his gauntlets in front of his face and protect himself from in''s sword.
KLANG!
The sword and the Gauntlet sh. One blunt and one sharp. Both can be used to kill and both can be used to defend themselves. But, who will win between them?
The Tactician at first was confident in reading the attack patterns of in. But he soon realized that his attack patterns are slowly getting irregr more and more as the battle progressed. Not only that but the movement of in is also getting faster than his regr speed causing the Tactician to remain in a defensive stance to keep himself safe from the attacks of the raged in.
PENG PENG PENG
All of the advantage the tactician has built up earlier slowly are getting flipped into the other side and this time around, in is now ramping up thebo of his attacks that the gauntlet of the Tactician is getting damaged that will only take a few more hits before it gets fully destroyed.
"F*CK, I can''t keep on holding back!"
Forced by in, the Tactician decided to get serious and match up the speed of in. Increasing his speed allows him to also increase his chances of leaving an attack against him.
"UGH!" in didn''t get to defend when the Tactician disappeared from his sight and delivered a clean uppercut, causing in to stagger and his built up momentum disappear. The Tactician didn''t waste the opportunity and repeatedly punched in in the face, abdomen, on his sides and his chin, increasing the pain of multiple attacks and causing in to get dizzy.
BAM!
One strong punch and in flew to the very end of the arena and crashed on the wall, creating a crater that immediately repaired itself, leaving in to fall down to the ground and groaning in pain.
"Heh, and here I though you would be showing me something good. I didn''t expect that you don''t have much to show and ended up a big disappointment," the Tactician slowly walked towards the area where in fell from the wall m earlier while mocking in again and again.
"See in? You should know that you won''t be able to keep fighting if you will just keep fueling yourself from the grudge. In fact, let it go yourself. Perhaps epting the grace of the Pope himself will allow you to get stronger and if the Pope managed to gather enough power himself, he might also agree to revive your dead daughter as well."<novelnext></novelnext>
When in heard this, the rage that cooled down for a bit rages on once more. The anger that he is holding deep inside cannot be contained anymore. He slowly stood up, mana leaking out of his body. The noises in his surroundings are no longer something he can hear as it was reced by the rapid beating of his heart.
There is no need to hold back.
There is no need to go easy against the enemy.
There is no need to spare his life.
There is no need to be merciful against him.
Andstly...
There is no need to let him continue living.
FWOOOOM!
mes covered his whole body. The anger that has been building up since the death of his daughter has finally been leaked out. Now that it has gone out, it is time to end everything,.
The tactician who continue on mocking his former best friend stopped talking when he felt an odd feeling. A pressure that he have felt before. One that the mighty tactician is afraid of.
Yes...the pressure that he is only afraid of ising from the Pope. However, this time around, that aura is noting from the almighty pope that he idolize and worships. But from a man, raging in anger and madness. One who is willing to burn away his life in favor of destroying the enemy before him.
"in... calm down man!"
SWISH!
The tactician immediately defended himself and a thud of metal bouces back, meaning the de didn''t prate. The tactician was relieved at first since he managed to defend himself but soon, he realized something.
His metal gauntlet, the gauntlet imbued with dark powersing from the pope. A weapon capable of killing strong enemies in a few pummeling sessions, has now reduced itself to ashes as the mes that burns on in''s body is no longer made of mana. This is pure power that fuels itself using the remaining lifespan of in himself.
"TODAY! I WILL PERSONALLY DRAG YOU TO HELL!"
Soon. The screams can be heard all around the arena as the ming figure grabbed the screaming man into a tight embrace. An embrace that is not meant to be affectionate but an embrace that helds the target into the eternal burning mes.