"....Trust me that'll never happen LITTLE brother." Indra spoke with a fierce expression, his will to fight reaching beyond the limits of containment. Now it was time for the real battle to begin, no more testing the waters and holding back their trump cards.
The air around the arena shifted as though a breeze had entered the duelling space. An invisible storm slowly grew around Frost and Indra as they relinquished their restraints. Their auras flooded throughout their bodies before impacting their surroundings with devasting ferocity.
If Nanna or Loki were nearby their bodies would instantly collapse from their pressure, their hearts overwhelmed by primal fear. Thankfully the two duelling were actually the weakest in the space therefore the observers merely smiled with interest as their powers washed over them. At their level Frost and Indra were akin to children.....cute to watch but posed very little danger.
Maya couldn't help but develop a mad smile as she watched her charge grow his presence, his aura coming out in full swing, far more efficiently than ever before. She turned towards her own rival in a taunting manner only to see Izuna doing the exact same. Both were confident in their own charge's victory.
Both Frost and Indra waited until their power ups were complete until resuming the duel. Their chakra armours had been repaired and enhanced with their auras giving them presence and a slight alteration in colour, but it was their weapons that changed the most. There was an almost lifelike bloodlust attached to them as though they craved to rip apart one another.
The proceeding blows would be far heavier and sharper than earlier, one misstep could mean the loss of a limb.
"Be careful little brother, in this state I won't be able to stop mid-swing." Indra gave one last warning to Frost as his aura receded back into his body, further buffing his attributes.
In response Frost showed a wild smile and twirled his glaive as he entered a battle stance. "Do your worst Indra. That blade of yours won't ever get the chance to cut into my flesh." His charka armour hummed as though challenging Indra's attack power. Those of the ice element though proficient in attack were far more suited to amplifying their defence.
Indra would not only have to pierce through his weapon guard but also his many layers of dense armour.
"So be it, don't tell me I didn't warn you." The moment Indra finished speaking he vanished, leaving but a few tendrils of lighting in his place. He was even faster than before but Frost was ready.
DOOOONNNNN!!!
Indra appeared from his left with his katana swinging but his glaive was ready. The two weapons clashed, releasing sonic booms as blade edge met blade edge.
Don! Don! Don! Don!
The two clashed several times at far higher speeds and with far more ferocity than earlier. The solid stone arena that they stood on fractured with their steps and large gashes formed across its surface from their slashes.
Frost struggled to engage at such speeds, he was once again on the defensive but unlike Maya, Indra failed to break through his guard, leading to a pseudo stalemate. However this time Frost's use of cold flames failed to pierce Indra's body. His lighting armour violently reacted to such intrusions, fizzling the wisps out of existence, Indra had learned from his earlier mistakes.
The still falling glaive was caught by his foot and kicked back into his hands. Catching it stung but Frost ignored the pain as he activated one of his weapon skills.
"[Ice piercer]" With the activation words Frost kicked off from his position, dashing straight for the retreating Indra with his glaive wrenched back, building up its penetration strength. A spear head of ice formed at the tip of the glaive as he drew near. Indra was now the one being surprised by his opponent's speed.
'Fuck!' He internally cursed as he rotated his body to avoid the majority of blow, but he wasn't quite fast enough.
Squelch!
The head of the glaive cut into Indra's left thigh, drawing enough blood to dye the tip red. Indra rapidly escaped into the distance after kicking away with right foot. The two brothers then stared at one another as they dripped blood onto the arena.
Frost's right hand was injured which was sure to affect his ability to swing his glaive at least somewhat while Indra received a cut across his left thigh which would likely dampen his terrifying speed. Though Indra was bleeding more due to the location of the wound it was hard to guess who received more damage. This fight was still anyone's game.
Drip Drip Drip Drip
A few seconds of silence passed between the two of them as their wounds dripped blood onto the arena. A million thoughts and simulations ran through their minds as they analysed their previous exchanges and tried to think of ways to take the other down. The pain in their hand and thigh respectively made the danger of this duel all the more real and.....exciting.
Wild almost maddened smiles formed on their lips as their hearts started thumping away, demanding more onslaught.
As if in sync both Frost and Indra activated their chakra over their wounds at the same, one freezing the area to stop the blood and the other cauterising it before charging towards each other with their weapons drawn. A terrifying exchange of blows followed with more and more wounds being opened across their bodies.
30 minutes later puddles of blood littered the battlefield, and the two duellists were practically dyed red. Their robes torn to shreds and their armour obliterated thanks the swings of their weapons and destructive magic. Their upper bodies were thus laid bare thanks to the battle, their clearly defined physiques on full display for their observers to ogle at ... which they did with gusto.
Izuna and Maya had their eyes wrenched open as wide as they could go, allowing them to fully take in the fabulous sight before them. If this wasn't beauty then what was. Even the red blood dripping down their chests was mesmerising to them. A few wolf whistles could occasionally be heard from the spectators along with demands to cut off more clothing and armour.
The girls were probably having just as much if not more fun than their charges.
Dark who was sitting high up in his floating palanquin smiled with pride as he witnessed the fire between his children and the admiration in the eyes of their guardians. This liveliness was exactly what he wanted for them. It was the dream of every father, for their children to be happy and enjoy their lives to the fullest.
Of course he was occasionally on the edge of seat at times whenever the duel grew perilous, but the 'innocent' smiles plastered across his sons' lips whenever they clashed eased his worries. Though bloody and even outright vicious the duel was still fun in their eyes, so he saw no reason to end it prematurely.