"Hehehehehehehe" suddenly a chilling laugh escaped from Frost bringing the rindar out of his thoughts. This didn't sound like a laugh of fear and in response the rindar felt a unease in his heart which only strengthened the moment he laid eyes on Frost's expression.
'He's laughing and smiling out of....joy?' He thought that he must be interpreting it wrong, how could Frost be joyful?
Didn't he just see the difference in their power when he went all out, his aura covered fist easily vanquished Frost's most powerful attack yet this young man instead of trembling in fear or at the very least showing a worried expression was instead laughing his guts out as if he couldn't contain his excitement.
Just when the eldest rindar was about to shout out in query his tongue lurched, and his eyes formed pinpoints. Frost's laughter died down and he stared at the rindar with a fierce fire in his eyes revealing not a single iota of fear but that wasn't what caused the rindar to grow silent no it was what was happening to Frost's weapon.
His aura that struggled to fuse itself with his glaive and the wyvern's head was now flowing with far better efficiency. It still wasn't perfect obviously but a stark contrast to what it was earlier.
The eldest rindar felt a chill around his heart and a deep and deadly fear began gnawing at him as he watched this scene unfold.
Frost twirled his glaive smoothly and dissipated his aura, a small amount of sweat accumulated on his forehead from attempting something new, but his smiling face made him look completely unfazed in fact he looked even more energised after the fact.
"So that's how you do it, no wonder it shattered so easily." He cupped his chin and nodded in agreement to his own words. His smile continued to grow until it stretched from ear to ear and gave off a sense of madness.
"Let's try that again shall we?" With deft movement Frost raised his glaive above his head with both hands and gathered his energy.
"[Wyvern's maw]" once again the vicious looking wyvern's head appeared and once again he infused it with his flame chakra and his aura however this time the process was far smoother and far more aura entered the large head granting it a powerful presence.
"Let's see how you smash it this time?" Frost asked with a joyful tone, truly wanting to witness such a spectacle as it would only show him areas in which he could improve.
'This bastard!' The eldest rindar internally screamed as he prepared his defence.
"[Vicious viper strike]" He responded in the same way, replaying the previous events however this time the almost instantaneous destruction of the large wyvern head didn't happen instead the massive maw continued to bite down refusing to lose to the tiny purple viper.
"Argh! I will not lose to some greenhorn that just learned how to infuse his aura!" The eldest rindar roared out in protest as his body tensed and his aura burst forth with indomitable tenacity. The massive wyvern head exploded into fragments and returned to the ether, leaving the rindar victorious however it wasn't a perfect victory.
"Urgh!" The rindar grunted in pain and looked at this left arm that was covered in his own blood and sported several puncture wounds where the wyvern's teeth made contact.
"Hoh still not quite right but it's definitely the right direction." Frost placed his hand under his chin in thought and once again nodded in agreement to his own words.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Clash after clash continued as Frost remained on the defensive. The rindar's aura coated fists repeatedly smashing against his glaive, knocking it back with each blow and surely but surely pushing Frost back one step at a time. With the addition of aura it was clear that Frost was still a little lacking, but each confrontation educated him further.
After ten minutes of this onslaught Frost eventually came out even in the exchanges, his aura becoming as dense and as sharp as the eldest rindar's.
After another five minutes he was no longer simply defending instead attacking the rindar in earnest forcing him to be the one to backstep.
When rindar was finally forced back to their original starting position he erupted with even more aggression, the red in his eyes growing deeper in that moment, even his voice sounded far more primal and animalistic.
"[Tiger's roundhouse]" The rindar starting using skills with his aura, the next natural step.
Frost frowned and placed his glaive to his side to block the deadly kick. With a loud don! the rindar's leg struck his glaive and caused it vibrate intensely, cutting open some of the seams in his hand.
The rindar didn't let up in the slightest, continuing to use pugilist skill after pugilist skill to pummel Frost, laughing madly as he did. Frost may have learned how to apply his aura to his weapon, but he still lacked speed. The eldest rindar attacked with such fervent aggression and consistency that Frost didn't have any time to both activate his own skills and apply his aura to them.
All he could do was endure the onslaught until the rindar was out of juice.
Frost parried blow after blow with his glaive and even endured more than a few with his own body but still he did not fall. Blood covered him and his weapon however it wasn't primarily his.
The rindar in his bloodlust wantonly attacked him with no regards for the state of his own body. Yes he protected his arms and legs with aura, but he was striking against someone whose weapon and body were also infused with aura. And it was an aura that continued to become more and more solidified after each blow, hardening to the point that it eventually surpassed his own.
Don!
With a final blow Frost was forced to his knees and coughed up blood, his internal organs endured quite a pummelling after all.
The rindar smiled madly at such a sight and placed his foot atop Frost's head feeling as though he'd finally won. However what he got in return was a defiant look and the grabbing of his leg with a vice like grip.
"My turn asshole!"