A tall man entered a tent, he took off his sweat filled shirt and sat on his bed. His long dirty blonde hair fell onto his shoulder, he felt tickled by it and moved his hand casually picking up a lot of this and bringing it to his eyes. ` I really need to cut this.`
He then let the hair fall out of his fingers and lay on his chest, this man was naturally Folke.
Folke had begun to ponder if the system was coming back as they had said before. . . `` I have so many questions and only one person can answer them all.`` He leaned back and laid on his makeshift bed that the camp had given him.
He then got on to the bed and closed his eyes, he opened them and he was in the flowery realm once more. `Training and learning is the only thing I can do while my real body rests in the real world.` Folke got up from the grass and looked around.
He pointed his finger in one direction and scar appeared with his great ax some distance away from Folke. Folke then held his hands in the air for a moment before making a grasping motion.
The air in between his palms pushed his fingers away and there a great ax also appeared. He gripped the great ax perfectly and placed it on his shoulder. He found that stance a lot more relaxing than holding it up perfectly into the air.
He then did a mental order `Fight.` which sent Scar who was across the field sprinting toward him.
Scar rushed forth raising his great ax into the air above his shoulder, he'd then stopped shortly before reaching folke and did a powerful diagonal cut that seemed aimed to cleave Folke into two nicely chopped pieces of human.
Folke raised his ax and cut, he'd taken a step to the side with this movement and caused Scar's great ax to be deflected to the side. His shaft was already moving to strike scar in his temple.
Scar ducked under the shaft and letting one of his hands off of the shaft he did a straight punch and struck folke heavily in the gut. Folke had already seen him duck and clenched his core which nullified the damage but he was still sent stumbling back.
Having been in this situation more than once he knew that the next moments would determine if the battle would continue or would it end here. He saw Scar continue to move forward placing both hands near the bottom of the shaft of the great ax while raising it into the air.
Folke eyes observed the positioning of Scar's hand and waited for the ax to be swung, if he was to early he would be struck and lose the match and if he was too late he would also be struck and lose the entire match. He'd shorten the grip on his ax and waited for Scar.
Scar moved the ax down toward folke with speed, his first hand slowly went up the shaft which made him better able to control the ax's direction but at risk of losing the range.
Folke dodged to the side when the ax had reached inches away from his head, he already realized that he had done it early.
Scar twisted his hips and pivoted his foot bringing the great ax in front of him toward Folke; he used the momentum of his strike to thrust the ax at Folke's gut. Folke was prepared for this but he knew that from now on the battle would go down hill.
Scar's ax struck folke's shaft and he was forced into a defensive position immediately,
WIthin the next minute Folke faltered and failed to do any significant damage to Scar. Folke could only passively block Scar's attacks while he backpeddled away. Scar within the real world held back his attacks significantly when fighting Folke, Folke learned that within some time in the flowery realm. This Scar as things carried on in the fight seemed to become more energized and more powerful in each strike. It got to the point where Folke didn't want to block scar's attacks anymore and just dodged.
Scar's last attack almost threatened to break Folke's entire great ax's handle into two. Folke saw an opening after that and took it to be met with a hard thrust with the handle of the great ax to his chest which caused him to fall back and hit the ground.
He immediately ordered `Go back and wait.` which Scar obediently followed.
He sat up and rubbed his forehead, the injury disappeared within a few minutes of folke meditating after the fight. He opened his eyes and began to think `Why am I losing?`
`Is it simply skill? I feel as if it's more than that, with the mental palace I'm able to understand things more clearly and my meditating also allows me to do the same. I feel as if it's something deeper.`
He then heard a monotone voice respond to his thoughts `` You're mistaking skill and understanding.``
Folke was surprised and immediately turned around in the direction where he heard the voice, he saw a young blonde blue eye girl with a dress staring expressionlessly at him.
The blonde girl expressionless face slowly turned to expressive and a huge smile was fixed on her face as she began to look at Folke, she walked forward and Folke was going to move back but he stopped and felt as if his body was no longer under his control.
The girl walked a circle around Folke without getting near to him at all, at the completion of her circle she then walked forward and placed her hands on the cheeks of Folke looking into his eyes.
``Woah, so you've actually made some progress without me around.`` Her voice sounded familiar to Folke but he couldn't pinpoint where he had heard it from.
He felt a soft slap on his cheek and the girl continued ``Don't be so scared, now that I'm here you'll get to ask as many questions that you want to ask.``
She then let go of Folke's face and he felt feeling go back into his limbs. He clenched and unclenched his palms and then stared at the girl in front of him, he moved his lips and he said `` System?``
System nodded her head and did a small gesture with her hand creating a chair. Which she promptly sat down on with her legs crossed.
``What are you? Are you a god?``
System smiled ``No, I'm something better.``