Chapter 51 The Falsars

"Hmph!!" He then scoffed at us and used his strength to push us back.

The thing in control did a flip mid air and landed down with my left hand, bursting out flames under my palm to propel us up, then releasing more from my heels to propel us down towards the masked man.

It pounced on him from above, and ended up colliding into the him. But he was quite experienced, as he used the force of our momentum when we pushed him down, to roll backwards and throw us away, using both hands and legs to push us.

He was unscathed, and my body was thrown using our own momentum against us, to crash heavily onto another building nearby.

The thing then stood up and pushed itself off the ground using flames once again, and flew towards the masked man.

They collided once again, and we were pushed back like last time. But this time, it paused and rushed in for close combat, fist to fist techniques.

I knew close to nothing about this, hence I worried on whether I would receive yet another beating. Luckily, the thing in control of my body used instincts to actually try and match the masked man's martial arts.

They exchanged blows, and throughout the process, out of ten hits, we would block three to four, while to him, we would strike up one to two punches.

And what surprised me the most was that, this thing was adapting to the battle. It ended up using its pyrokinetic beast-like combat form to actually try and match up with the masked man's tempo.

And it was succeeding!!

The fist to fist fight went on for a while longer, until the thing attempted a palm strike on the masked man's chest. It succeeded, then tried to propel him away using its explosive flames.

But he hurriedly smacked my hand away, causing the explosive flames to push at nothing but air, sending both of us, him and I, flying backwards respectively.

The thing then stood up once again. We still, felt no pain even now.

It then gathered vast amounts of flames within it legs, causing them to turn a shade of golden-yellow, as if lava within the world's core was being forcefully manifested.

Boom!!

Then with such a thunderous sound, it burst off towards the masked man at speeds ten times faster than before. But the masked man also charged towards us, though slower.

A blazing fiery flash of light, and a blurry black light went up to meet at the center. But right as we were about to collide, a club appeared within the man's hands, and his muscles suddenly exploded out in strength.

...!!!

He avoided our super charge with speed matching ours, and cught off guard, we failed to avoid the club that came at similar speeds, and greater strengths than us.

Boom!!

The sound barrier was shattered when the club smashed into our body, sending us flying backwards at speeds that traversed thousands of miles in a second.

By the time we crashed into something, we were tens of thousands of miles away, and probable far away from the village.

The vapor around my body died down, and the cracks healed up as well. My hair returned back to normal hair, instead of a pillar of flames, and I was once again... in control.

And once I came to my senses, I realized that I was forcefully implanted within the nearby small mountain, and would find it hard to move down.

But worst of all, I was slowly losing consciousness. Was I dying? Was this the end of my life? Of Flint Falsar?

My thoughts drifted to darkness at that thoughts. But I was still curious. Who was that man? Was everyone still alive? Is that little rascal safe? What about Fou?

A lot of questions... yet little time.

*** Narrative ***

Within a small, newly built hut, a young man with a head full of red hair, and covered partially in soft material that resembled bandages lay.

He lay on a soft emergency bed, made up of soft hay, thick strange leaves, and magical beast fur, making it soft and full of Mana for its patients.

Of course, the Mana was minimal.

"Mhm~" The young man let out a moan of pain as his brows furrowed. Then he suddenly became restless, and trembled from time to time, as if having a nightmare.

His eye brows were furrowed even deeper, causing black lines to appear on his forehead. He then grit his teeth, and clenched his fists tightly.

But he did let out another word, and just silently bared with everything he was suffering. He took the mental pain until a few minutes later, when he slowly relaxed his brows.

A few seconds later, he was completely calm. Even his breathing was normal, as if everything was alright.

"..."

"..."

The little less than ten people within the hut remained silent and speechless as they saw that. They were surprised, and wondered what the boy was going through.

The masked man was amongst them. "And that folks, is what the boy goes through every once in a while." He said, sitting opposite over almost ten Falsarians.

They were the closest people to Flint, and part guardians of this place.

The first was an old man that was short, and had a stooped posture. He had long red beard, and a bold head, while holding a brown walking stick helping him stand.

He was called Fez Falsar. The founder of this whole village, or rather, their ancestor.

"This... is problematic. And the rascal himself kept quiet about it. Tsk, How unfilial." Fez said with a sigh, and apparent disappointment within his tone.

The second was a middle-aged man that stood tall, and had broad shoulders. He had a nicely trimmed goatee, and was quite handsome. His gaze was sharp and stern.

He was called Fa'ar Falsar. He, who manages this place, and assigns duties for others.

"It seems his fate is unlike that of us, and the other falsarians. He is an uncommon fate holder like his master, the Flame Forger." Fa'ar said sternly, with a frown.

The third was a woman who stood besides the middle-aged man, Fa'ar. She was quite tall and had long legs. Her hair was made into dreadlocks, and she had a maternal and sweet smile on her face.

She was called Frey Falsar. The caretaker of the whole village, and the one who nursed Flint.

"I honestly feel bad for him. Especially so, as I was responsible for everyone's health... Maybe I should also check mental health from now on." She said, feeling bad about the whole situation.

The fouth was a young woman in her late teens. She was quite beautiful, and resembled Frey. She had a nice figure, one that could temp men and god alike.

She was called Fou Falsar. She was responsible for the crops, farms, cattles etc.

"Mother, it is none of your fault. Flint brought this upon himself by not telling you, nor anybody, especially myself, about his problems. Me, out of all people." Fou comforted her mother, yet seemed to want to be comforted as well.

The fifth was a small girl in her early teens. She was also beautiful, the most beautiful amongst all of them here. She had a mixture of gold within her hair, but it was barely that much.

She was Fin Falsar. The mascot of the whole village, and adopted little sister of Flint, taken cared of by Fou.

The little girl glared daggers at the masked man before herself, and said grudgingly. "Me hate you. Me never forgive you. You, you, you meanie!!" She said.

"Fin, respect your elders." Fou moved from her mother and comforted the little girl. She scoffed at the masked man, instead of apologizing. But she still gave Fou enough respect to not say anything else.

The sixth would be Flint himself. A young man in his late teens, and one quite handsome. He had a perfect physique, and red hair redder than everybody else's.

He was the number one blacksmith and forger of the village, where even its current expansion was drawn by him and such. He was also the strongest.

"..."

The seventh used to be his teacher, Feras Falsar, the Flame Forger. All seven of them were the highest authority of the village. But he was now replaced by another young man.

He was Fuhr Falsar. Also the same man who organized everything, the people retreating, and the battle. He was also the winner of the portion of the dragon's heart.

"I have to say, if he wakes up and speaks, then there'll be no battles to organize... That's wasted treasures." He murmured, but everyone glared daggers at him.

"Hehe." He sheepishly laughed and added, "He always receives 50% of the rewards anyway. Plus, I had his permission to do this." He defended.

But at this point, nobody was focused on him anymore. They all turned to look at a single person, who did not belong here.

The masked man, who also happened to be Damien, sat one leg over the other, and appraised each of these people. His posture that of confidence.