NAME: Abe
AGE: 11
HEALTH POINTS: 2800/2800
BLOODLINE: Blood Wyvern
BLOODLINE RANK: Rank 9 (locked)
RACE: Zandorian (100%)
LEVEL: Above-Mortal Stage 6 (Level 33.45)
POWER LEVEL: 160,000
WIELDER TYPE: Dual Wielder (Energy Wielder; Scholar)
SPECIALTY: Strength, Intelligence, and Vitality
GLOWS: Earth's Darling Boy; Incomplete (Locked) Transformation [Wyvern]
BREATHS: Hubris Fist
"Let's put the hammer aside for now" Abe mumbled as the huge hammer disappeared, much to the relief of his opponents. What they didn't realize was that Abe didn't know how to use the hammer. He was fascinated with the weapon, nut he could barely use the thing. He had begun training in hammer arts, but his training was only a few days long and he had barely mastered the basics. It would be better for him to use his fists for now.
Abe smiled at his opponents and disappeared. Before they knew what was happening he appeared right in front of the wind elementalist and delivered a powerful blow meant for the man's middle section. However, the huge-nosed man was still a wind elementalist. Although he was taken by surprise due to Abelard's burst of speed, he reacted very well. He tilted his body slightly to avoid the blow and sent out a punch of his own. Unfortunately his punch didn't achieve its intended purpose. Abelard caught the man's fist and yanked his arm away, creating a huge hole in the huge-nose man's defence.
The Western Empire's Prince knew that the wind elementalist was fast, hence he wasn't expecting his first attempt to hit its target. But now that he had created an opening, he was more than happy to take it. However, before he the punch he was preparing could reach its intended target, he withdrew.
He could feel the temperature around him rise dramatically. Abelard was a scholar now, so his senses were a bit different from what they were before. If it was a few days ago, he wouldn't have noticed the change in atmospheric temperature until it was too late. He wasn't the same person he was then. Now he could deduce that the fire wielder had recovered from the initial surprise and was heading his way. Since the two opponents were already close initially, the fire wielder wouldn't have to do much to get to Abe.
Still holding the arm of the huge-nosed man, Abelard withdrew his fist and swung the wind elementalist towards the fire wielder. If he couldn't be the one to deliver the blow, then he would have someone do it for him. Unfortunately, things didn't go the way the young prince intended. The approaching fire wielder anticipated Abe's maliciousness and quickly caught the wind wielder. But the man didn't stop his charge. Rather he did something which took Abelard by surprise. Instead of simply catching the wind elementalist, he returned the favour. By borrowing the momentum of the flying wind user, the fire wielder span and tossed the huge-nosed man back to where he came from. The spin and the throw halted his movements and sent him back a bit, but Abe didn't have the time to worry about the static fire wielder. The wind elementalist he was hoping to rid himself of by borrowing the hand of the man's own comrade was now flying his way with a furious smile gracing his face. With that kind of speed, Abe knew that it wouldn't be advisable to take the blow head on Abe quickly dived out of the way to avoid the man who quickly flew past. From the corner of his eye, Abe saw the man flip gracefully and land steadily on the ground after his dive had failed.
"You shouldn't lose your focus boy" the fire wielder 'kindly reminded as he sent a powerful blow towards Abe's head. His fist was engulfed in flames and the attack didn't look feeble at all. Since Abe was shorter, the overhead punch was very awkward. But it still hit its target; though it wasn't how the fire wielder intended it.
*Bam*
Abelard didn't move his entire body. He only moved his head out of the way, hence the fist still struck him. However it wasn't his head that was struck, but his shoulder. Although his shoulder had been struck, he still had a smile on his face. The smile sent chills down the fire wielder's spine. Once he saw the smile he realized something. Abelard had never taken his attention off the fire wielder. He was very much interested in the man's moves. The man was clearly the brains of the two man team. Well, it was initially a two men one woman team, but that was in the past. Abe needed to take him out before anything else. So he pretended to be more concerned with the wind elementalist and appeared to have left himself open, hoping that the fire elementalist would bite the bait. And he did. Now the man was nothing but a juicy little fish waited to be reeled in, roasted, and consumed. This plan was only possible because of the armor he wore. The combat armor allowed him to be careless and make some decisions that he would normally never make. After all, there was no way he would be willing to have a flaming fist touch any part of his body if not for the armor.
"Sh*t" the huge-nosed man vulgarity wasn't hidden when he saw Abe still standing after receiving what should have been a heavy blow. He didn't know how, but he reckoned that it mostly had to do with the strange armor that the boy was wearing. Abelard had his back to him, so the man couldn't see the young boy's expression. But he could see his partner's face. The look on his comrade's face was anything but reassuring. He needed to get there quickly. He tried to sprint towards their position but he was stuck.
"Huh" he looked down at his feet only to realize that they completely covered in earth. It would take him long to break the shackles – only a few seconds at most. But that was all the time Abe needed.
Abe gratefully delivered an uppercut to the jaw of the fire wielder. His fist was coated in earth, and he happily returned the favor.
*Boom*
The fire wielder was launched into the air by the powerful blow. He couldn't feel his jaw, but he was sure that what was meant to be a single bone wasn't anymore. His jaw was broken. And the break wasn't a simple one. However, before he could analyse the current situation, he saw a huge shadow approaching at breathtaking speed.
*Boom*
"Whew. That was easy." Abelard 'wiped the sweat' off his brow as he commented. He had a large hammer in his hand, and a mutilated body ling at his feet. "This sure is convenient" he continued as he admired the ability of the hammer to disappear and appear upon command. It made it much easier to deal a lot of damage without doing all the work. He silently commanded the hammer to disappear, and quickly turned around to face the wind wielder who was finally free.
The man looked furious. Abelard was free now. There was only an opponent left. He could finally let lose. The wind elementalist punched out once he was close enough. Abelard didn't want to be done in, so he punched out too. This was why Abelard was eager to get rid of the fire wielder. The man was intelligent. He wasn't a fool like this wind wielder. 'Why was this man a fool' one may wonder? Well anyone with a little bit of knowledge on wielding know you don't compete with earth elementalists in strength. Maybe a fire wielder can, but definitely not a wind elementalist. Even stupider was that he punched out from quite some distance away. His intention was to drive a ferocious wind attack Abe's way. In his anger he had forgotten the basics of wielding, so Abelard volunteered to teach him.
Since the fool wanted to trade punches with their elements alone, Abelard obliged.
*Bang*
The earth fist and the air fist collided spectacularly, and produced a thunderous applause. They were locked in a stalemate for a short while, but in the end, the earth fist prevailed. It crashed the air fist and happily struck the huge-nosed man, creating a crunching noise that was like music to Abe's ears. The attack incapacitated the wind wielder, who knew once the fist struck that he had at least broken several of his rib bones and his sternum.
He was confident in his punch because Abe's aura was only at the 6th stage of the above-mortal realm. He was a Profound Realmer. Dealing with an above-mortal stage realmer was supposed to be a piece of cake. Even though Abelard had successfully killed off two of his partners, he didn't believe it was purely due to skill. He just assumed that Abelard was lucky. Unfortunately, to assume wrongly always had a grave consequence, and he was paying the price for his actions. However, he didn't get to regret his actions for long.
The attack had pushed him back all the way to the end of the earth dome. He struggled to stand back up even as Abe's footsteps drew ever closer. As he felt death beckon, his heart was gripped with fear. If only the team had listened to their captain, they wouldn't be in this predicament. Now he was the only one alive, and even he would die soon. How he wished that someone would appear and save him. How he hoped for a savior to appear. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. When the footsteps stopped, he knew that his slayer was here.
"How are you so strong" he wanted – no, he needed – to know? How was it that an above-mortal realmer could be this devastating?
"You are about to die; what good would the answer do you?" Abelard replied.
"I suppose you are right. Alright then; be done with it" the huge-nosed man closed his eyes as he waited for his death. His formerly erratic heart was strangely at peace once he accepted his end. 'In the end I never told her how I felt. I lacked courage. At least I would see her again – on the other side." As his life was about to be snuffed out, all he could think about was the pretty lady who had lost her life right before his very eyes; his only comfort being that he would get to see her again now that he too was joining her.
Abelard gazed calmly upon the man who wept silently. He felt sorry for him, but to have mercy on the enemy was not a mistake he was going to make.
"Hubris fist"