Chapter 78: Chapter 78
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Thana's Point of View
Klasteris
If nothing else was gained from doing all of this, then I am glad that this Elf died before he doomed us all. My eyes were focused on the part of the shield where I threw Aydan Farro out. The roars of my Demons told me they had likely received the present. Disgusting creatures the lot of them, but they have their purpose.
"Now as for you..." Turning my attention to the broken King who merely kneeled with a distant look in his eyes. "It would seem all the fight has left you."
Flare landed outside the shield and snorted at Mordred. "My Queen-"
Holding up a hand to stop him, I used my mist to retrieve my spear. It gently left Mordred's grip and returned to my side. Examining the blood on my weapon, a smirk came to my face before my mist absorbed it, and it turned red. That section of mist then disappeared.
Backing away from the flaring magic, I winced as some of it struck me and burnt my arm. However, as I did so, Mordred's hand grabbed mine, where it was wrapped around my spear. Amused by this sudden boldness and new display, I merely rolled my eyes at the man.
"Do you really think you can defeat me with such wounds? Magic is escaping from your body just as fast as you own blood is." I informed him in an amused tone.
To my surprise, Mordred brought his free hand forward and delivered a blow that shook my entire body. Waves shot from my head as I was unable to dodge the speed and suddenness of the blow. My head shot back, and I felt his grip tighten on my spear-hand before pulling me back to him. Coming back forward, my eyes only saw the fist of Mordred once more, but with magic surrounding him.
The blow sent me flying as he let go of my hand, and I was quickly outside the shield and in a nearby mountain. A deafening roar could be heard that seemed to shake the ground I was now buried in. Rolling my eyes as I quickly removed myself from the mountain's side, I flew up only to meet once more.
Summoning my own magic, a tingling sensation could be felt throughout my body as Mordred glared down upon me from his floating position. How he could fly, I was unsure, but I knew this fight would no longer be boring. A giggle once again escaped my lips as I pointed my spear at him.
"Now, this is what I was hoping for!" I declared.
Mordred didn't reply as more and more magic seemed to be building up in his body as the prior wounds from their escape closed. The only wounds he had now were from my spear, but his body was clearly injured and being wounded from his own magic. This was curious to me as I had never seen the like before.
Charging forward like always, the King tried to grab me, but my own eyes sparked to life, and I was able to twist around him as he shot past me. Shuffling sideways with my wings spread out, I used them to cloak the butt end of my spear, slamming into his stomach. However, when it did, he didn't budge from his aerial position. In fact, he pushed against me and moved me back.
Frowning at this, I spoke. "It would seem there is more to you than meets the eye, but that seems to be the case for several of you Lestranians." Then I rolled my eyes. "However, you are clearly becoming far too confident for someone playing at being a God."