Within the blink of an eye, the ground beneath where Borik once stood shattered, and the fifteen year olds massive physique shot forward, his gaze firmly planted on Arthur's.
His body exuded the same level of aura as a rampart spirit beast, and his arms glowed a bright quartz colour before they transformed. Becoming much thicker, and much hairier as the ability of the bear arms fae activated.
Even though Borik's strength was enhanced, and as such, his burst speed was much faster than normal, his sprinting ability and his stamina didn't increase at all.
If was offset slightly by the innate bloodlines of the Kovacs Clan and their huge physiques, but still, the biggest weakness of Borik's current fae's were that there was nothing to increase his stamina or his endurance.
Arthur could tire him out, but that would undoubtably drain his own stamina as well.
The next fight between Alina and Randolf would be a fairly quick one, considering she used the vast majority of her origin essence in order to defeat Ratimir.
That would mean that Randolf would be close to his peak both physically and with regards to his origin essence sea, while Arthur would only have the latter to rely on.
'Against Randolf, I don't really need to win, but I might as well make him work for it'.
Arthur smiled, dodging a horizontal swipe from Borik's massive bear hands, twisting and turning with much more grace and flow than Alina did earlier.
Some of the Fae Masters present could discern the similarities between both Alina's and Arthur's footwork, but obviously knew that it was the former who had tried to replicate Arthur's movement technique.
Alina hadn't even attained half of the battle experience that Arthur had, so how could she fully exert a technique which didn't suit her physique as well as one that relied on past experience?
Seeing Arthur nimbly dodge and evade the vast majority of Borik's blows, Alina's eyes lit up, and despite her currently low origin essence amount, she could still move her body with relative ease.
Arthur felt Borik's claw tear through his thick robe, narrowing his eyes slightly as Borik's eyes glistened, increasing the speed of his attacks dramatically.
One could easily see that it was Arthur on the defensive, and Borik on the offensive. Despite Arthur being able to dodge Borik's attacks, there was no opportunity for him to make a move, and counter Borik with his own attacks!
Arthur was getting dangerously close to the edge of the main stage.
Despite Borik's lacklustre intelligence, even he could tell that hitting Arthur wasn't going to be an option. Pushing him out of the stage would be the most effect way of winning this fight!
In the face of Borik's unrelenting offense, Arthur didn't do anything, but merely smiled the moment he felt his back foot crawl off the edge of the main stage.
He let out a shallow breath of air, and stared silently at Borik, whose massive chest kept taking in massive amounts of air, obviously to supplement the huge amounts of swipes and slashes he had thrown out earlier.
The bloodthirsty teenager grinned at Arthur.
"Use your Fae. It's the only way you'll be able to win".
Arthur didn't say anything, but shrugged his shoulders, ignoring Borik's words.
The battle hungry young man growled slightly before anger started taking over his thought process.
If Arthur didn't want to fight him as an equal, then he guessed that he could go down right this very instant!
Borik opened his arms wide and charged towards Arthur. His pace wasn't as fast as before, but his huge wingspan prevented Arthur from escaping!
Some of the audience members gasped, and a some of the referees got into place, just in case Arthur was injured because of Borik's attack.
Borik's grandfather turned towards Niklos, showing a slightly disappointed expression.
"Niklos, you need to teach your children better. Arthur's attainments in martial arts are astounding for someone his own age, but in order to defeat a Fae Master, the other party has to also be a Fae Master....".
Niklos narrowed his eyes but didn't reply. He could feel his wife's hand tug at his shoulder but did nothing, gazing silently towards the main stage.
The moment Borik got within range of Arthur, his gaze became crazed and his expression bloodthirsty!
"If you don't want to fight me like a Fae Master! Then you can die like a stupid-!".
Borik's eyes widened and he tried to stop his advance, only to find a sharp, searing pain come from his right shoulder. The young Fae Master backed up several feet, only to drip blood all over the main stage, his single hand unable to cover the two wounds coming from his pierced shoulder.
Despite his pain, Borik glanced towards the fae that Arthur held in his hands, his thoughts blurry, thinking about the pain in his shoulder and the blood colouring his clothes.
"That fae! What is it?".
Even some of the audience members couldn't tell what it was.
Arthur smiled before holding it up, letting the flat spine of the blade rest in the palm of his hand.
From down in the competitors box, Randolf's eyes lit up.
"That's a moonsword fae!".
His voice echoed throughout the main stage, even reaching the audience stands on the other side of the venue.
A series of whispers and murmurs resounded throughout the entire arena.
"Moonsword fae? I've never heard of that before".
"Is it like Ratimir's bone sword fae? I mean it must be right?".
"But doesn't it look like the moonsword fae is stronger than the bone sword fae?".
"I mean, it does but I wonder where Arthur got such a fae....".
All of the people in the audience gazed towards Arthur, who flourished the fae in his hands, slowly moving towards Borik.
His smile seemed to hide something else behind it. Something that caused Borik to take several more steps back.
"So.... that's what you were hiding Arthur. I thought that you might use your Winter Fae in order to push me back, but to think you were hiding such a trump card. It seems I was wrong about you".
Arthur rolled his eyes but didn't reply to Borik's provocations.
He adjusted his posture and raised the moonsword fae in his hands, in a position that indicated he was ready to strike.
His gaze seemed unfathomable, and his eyes seemed to look straight through Borik.
The latter grinned, stretching his upper body, even though the pain coursed through him like fire.
Nothing mattered right now! Nothing other than winning, he thought!
As if his earlier injury never existed, Borik charged forward once more, raising his arms together, leaving a small gap for him to look through.
His focus fully planted on Arthur, and his arms extending forward, fully intent on grabbing him and tearing him apart!
But then-.
"Ah! Arthur you son of a-".
Several consecutive slashes appeared all over Borik's upper body. They weren't deep enough to do any fatal damage, but deep enough to cause blood to come spurting out.
The main stage was dyed with the colour of crimson.
Borik's pained groans were like a drug to the bloodthirsty crowds.
The huge fifteen year old felt a blade placed directly beside his neck, causing his body to freeze up, as he looked up towards the figure standing above him.
"Do you concede?", was the first words Arthur had spoken to him.
Under both the glare of the sun, and the freezing stare of the young man standing before him, Borik couldn't help but unconsciously nod, frozen in place by the aura of the.... thing standing before him.
Arthur nodded, waving his moonsword fae in his hands before letting it return to his origin essence sea.
Before he got off the stage, he glanced towards Borik, giving him a slight nod.
"It was fun. I can't wait to see how far you go in a years time".
Arthur returned to his seat, ignoring the crowds screaming and shouting his name.