"Every bone in your hand is crushed, fractures cover your entire arm as well. What the hell did you do? You even dislocated the damn thing!" The thundering voice of a mage that surpassed the Arch-mage tier was something that shook everything in their vicinity. Gwnyth August was none too pleased to see her grandson lying on her examination table thrice in little over a week. "What idiocy were you trying to pull that resulted in this? And you had better be honest with me boy!"
Shame, pain and an ever smoldering rage were hidden behind Gabriel's grey eyes as he stared deeply towards his grandmother. The shame came from his failure of an attempt at "internal-magic," a term he recently coined for his attempts at understanding arcane warriors. His pain obvious enough given the seriousness of his injuries the came from his miscast spell. But the rage, that was something that entirely different. It was infectious and insidious in every sense of the words. Gabriel himself didn't quite understand why he was so mad or what exactly he was mad at, but his anger needed an outlet. Fast.
With Gwnyth unwittingly placing herself in Gabriel's sights the older woman had no idea what was running through her grandson's mind as she reprimanded him fiercely.
'Left arm: useless… Right arm: ready… Legs: ready…' A terrifying mental checklist started rapidly firing off inside of the boy's thoughts. His thoughts weren't just going through his own body but also taking into account every single detail of his grandmother's current state. 'Weight placed on left side… leaning forward… arms extended…'
Unfortunately Gwnyth was too concerned about Gabriel's physical condition to notice the startling changes happening in his mind. Her body completely vulnerable and lacking any sort of defence made her an open target for the budding assault of her grandson. She was so preoccupied with his treatment that she didn't even notice the subtle streams of mana he was drawing in.
Flexing his right hand as it filled with mana Gabriel unconsciously created a proper "internal-magic," one that used his nails as the medium for a simple: keen enchantment. Unrelated to the mind, the enchantment worked on the principle of temporarily using mana to create a razor sharp edge to whatever medium chosen. With some simple adjustments that Gabriel had no idea about it was possible for him to sharpen his own nails into miniature daggers. With mana constantly being siphoned into the matrix the newly created claws maintained there sharpness like nothing else.
Luckily for Gabriel he didn't need weight or strength to use his claws as they were almost too sharp, a single glance would cut through even his own refined flesh like a hot knife through butter. Without any tells or forewarning his right arm snapped with deadly precision towards his grandmother's throat. Even with her powerful cultivation it would be fatal if his claws were to nick her jugular.
"Tsk!"
The world around Gabriel started spinning as he sent flying through the solid stone walls of the infirmary, the hazy cloud covering his mind still prevented him from taking note of what was happening. His grandmother hadn't been alone while she treated him. How could he have forgotten that she wasn't the one who found him and brought him to the medical room. It was his grandfather that was stood next to her as she administered her care. It was him that sent him flying through four walls. It was him that had to pay for causing even further damage to him.
Watching his grandson pick himself up from the rubble that surrounded him was eerie in too many different ways for Seamus to fathom. Rising from the stone like a zombie does it's grave, the boy showed complete disregard for the damage done to his body. Seamus couldn't understand if he felt no pain or that it simply meant that he was immune to such pain.
"Gwn… Tier five sealing magic now!" Shouting the last word, Seamus launched himself towards his grandson seeking to immobilize the child before he could cause anything.
The result however was very different than what he expected to happen. Gabriel, his 9 year old grandson, avoided every single blow that he dealt. Whether it was by deflecting or dodging the child had somehow managed to trade blows with someone far above him. Even if it was taken into consideration that Seamus had restrained himself so much so that barely 3 percent of his power was being unleashed it still showed how inconceivable the whole thing was.
Releasing a bit more of his power Seamus tried to force his grandson into submission. Yet every grapple or take-down he tried was parried or pushed away by Gabriel. It wasn't until his power soared to the 9th realm of the Squire tier that he finally started suppressing Gabriel on all aspects.
Without so much as a warning did he start striking out crippling blows to his grandson while trying to make an opening for his wife to cast her magic. Gabriel had proven completely incoherent and seemed to only be attacking on some sort of crazed instinct, so incapacitating the boy was all that was left to do.
With an entire tier and a handful of sub-realms standing between the grandson and grandfather, the two were still fighting on relatively even grounds. Whatever was affecting Gabriel was causing him to showcase a might that far outstripped his own reserves of power. His mana was being drained at a rate that Seamus could perceive yet it still wasn't running out, the boy had an endless flow of mana fueling him.
"Fucking hell…" Muttered Seamus as he started infusing his essence into each attack he sent out.
The aftershocks of each palm, fist, kick, elbow and knee destroyed the surrounding around the two locked in combat. At first they were pummeling into Gabriel but that didn't last more than twenty attacks before he started absorbing the impact and redistributing it into his surroundings.
A palm to the left shoulder was awarded with a claw knife strike to the abdomen. Warded off by a raised knee the knife hand was rendered useless. With a twist of the hand, the once deadly knife strike was turned into a claw meant to rip the raised leg.
Unluckily for Gabriel, his grandfather's tempered body wasn't even hurt by his razor sharp claws, all he was able to do was rip the clothing his grandfather wore.
Gathering a huge amount of essence and mana into this fist, Seamus prepared to end this sick fight. With his grandson's attack nullified, Seamus wasted no time in unleashing a ferocious punch to the boy's head. The old man felt no remorse for his heavy handed attack, he only wished for the boy to regain his head and return to being the child that he knew and loved.
As the body of Gabriel was sent flying, Gwnyth didn't miss the chance to unleash her sealing magic to lock Gabriel down. Golden chains erupted from her hands as they shot towards the still airborne Gabriel before they completely tied him down.
"Was it enough?" Asked the still on edge Seamus as he continued to eye the shackled Gabriel looking for any signs of the boy breaking free.