Fred watched Olax intently as dark mist, like sharp dust, appeared around them.
The streams slowly enveloped their battlefield, making it impossible for Fred to see anything.
Olax completely disappeared into his fog, and because of the noise from the dust, his footsteps and movements were silent, they were too quiet, and the noise just interrupted them.
'Shit... This isn't good at all.' Fred internally muttered, then whispered, "Mika, can you help me?"
'I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do. What's more, I don't have any information on him, I don't know what else his Nexus can do, but from the looks of it, he can't use his First Order anymore because of his wound.' The girl with a worried voice said, slightly frustrated, that she felt guilty because of her helplessness.
'I'm useless again...' Mika mumbled, seemingly struggling to hold back tears.
Fred smirked, his Operator was the complete opposite of him - an insecure, sentimental, and always-worried girl. However, this only allowed Fred to shine even brighter, in his own eyes.
"Don't worry about it. Just tell me anything you see or can tell me. I'll deal with a sneaky bastard like that with no difficulty." Fred smirked, losing his calm expression for a while.
Whoooooooooooooosh.
"Oh, really?"
A confident voice rang out as Olax's knee smashed into Fred's face, effortlessly breaking his nose. Streams of blood rushed outward, sweeping in front of Olax's cold eyes, he was intent on killing Fred, no other outcome suited him.
Fred's eyes focused as he swung his blade sharply, intending to slash Olax, but at the last moment, Olax disappeared.
'What? He can teleport? I thought it was an effect of his Second Order!' Fred was puzzled. In fact, he had deliberately set himself up for a hit, but his plan hadn't worked.
'It's probably just this fog.' Mika uttered, seeming like she could read Fred's thoughts, 'I doubt it's proper teleportation. It's more likely he can just move quickly in this area. I suggest you get out of here and find a better position to fight.'
Fred nodded, he obviously heard Mika, but he didn't do as she said. He had his own plan.
Bam.
In a heartbeat, Olax appeared in front of him, and before Fred could do anything, Olax's fist plunged into his stomach.
Then, again and again. Olax was constantly attacking from different directions, preventing Fred from reacting in time to counterattack. However, Fred managed to leave a few cuts on Olax, not too deep, but the blood was flowing.
He even picked up his bow that was a few meters away from him, while the snow-white projectiles cleared the dark fog.
Soon, there was nothing left of the fog, revealing Olax, who was hit by one of the arrows that stuck in his right shoulder.
Gritting his teeth, Olax ripped the arrow from his shoulder, ignoring the pain.
"Tsk. What's next? Are you gonna try to shoot me? We both realize you can't beat me. Sooner or later, you'll fall from my blows." Olax frowned.
Fred arrogantly lifted his chin with a mad glint in his eyes.
"Hah, don't you know that in fairy tales, light always triumphs over darkness? I guess I don't have to explain which of us is darkness and which of us is light, do I?"
Olax chuckled as his bracelets trembled.
"Well, in fairy tales, light always triumphs over darkness precisely because they are fairy tales. In reality, it's not like that at all!" Olax exclaimed as two streams of mist came out of his bracelets.
Each stream turned into an exact copy of him, they were literally his smoke clones. Then, he and his clones began to run quickly around Fred, gradually speeding up.
With each step, Olax grew faster and faster, soon becoming a dark circle surrounding Fred.
Shooting or attacking in such a case was simply pointless, Fred had no chance of hitting his enemy.
"You know, you're right. If fairy tales operated by the rules of real life, darkness would almost always win. That's obvious to anyone who has reached a mature age. But, not everyone realizes the reason for it." Fred said calmly as if he were talking to his buddy rather than a deadly foe.
Fred waved his hand and continued with an intelligent look:
"Because the heroes, the good side, are always helped in fairy tales! They'll lose in the real, cruel world because they're stupid idiots!" Fred exclaimed as if this was an important topic to him.
Then, before Olax was to strike from three sides, Fred's eyes flashed brightly, and his mist blade shuddered.
In a heartbeat, the blade turned into a huge cross that was almost as big as Fred himself.
"Unlike the stupid heroes, I'm freaking smart!" Fred exclaimed, bringing his cross down to the ground as if he were setting a seal.
At the same moment, a bright white mist covered everything within a three-meter radius, becoming a plateau for dozens of bright flashes that soon burst out in a multitude of light beams, tearing everything in their path.