As the explosion settles, a red mist coats the battlefield. The Orc brings up his axe and swings it, causing the mist to disappear and the sight before them to be unveiled. Droke and The Author are swiftly throwing punches, each one causing the space surrounding their fists to warp.
But Droke is outmatched, for each punch thrown by him, 3 are thrown by The Author. Suddenly, the flames on Droke increase in size as his eyes glow white. His punches quicken as he surpasses The Author, causing Droke to smile.
The Author frowns as he is slowly set to the defensive. Saluma takes this chance as complex runes form beneath her feet, throbbing with power as her expression becomes a smile, 'We might actually have a chance to win this!'
The spell rockets forward as a spiraling beam seemingly comes from her hands, a purple radiance echoing from its white interior. As the spell flies towards him, the Orc takes this chance to attack. He pulls his axe up as the head glows, his tattoos shift with life as they form long texts of a language unknown to many.
Just as the situation seems dark, The Author yells, "Blood Portal Rush!"
Suddenly, crimson portals surround him as the attacks all hit. The Orc is sent through a portal before he can stop himself, sending him straight into the spell that was casted moments ago. His skin sizzles as he grits his teeth.
A flurry of punches are sent through the portal by Droke as a new crimson oval appears, right behind him. His fist goes flying as it hits him right in the back, sending him through the portal. Suddenly, all the portals disappear as Droke soars right towards The Author. The Author smiles as he clenched his gauntlet.
The fire cloaking Droke rages on as The Author winds up a punch. Within milliseconds, the fist lands directly into Droke's stomach. He grunts as he is sent flying through space, like a ping pong ball.
'That should keep him out of the fight for a few minutes.' The Author turns around to see Saluma finish casting another spell as the runes wrap around her legs and arms.
The Author begins to fly when he suddenly feels a tugging force around his limbs, he quickly looks down to see chains of white light wrapped around each of his limbs. He follows the chains and watches as they enter a void beneath him, one that is emptier than the space around them.
He looks over at Saluma as similar chains cover her, but they are thinner in thickness. Sweat covers her face as she yells to the Orc, "Hurry! I can only hold him for so long!"
The Orc says nothing as he hurriedly swings his axe at The Author, taking advantage of the situation. As the axe hits skin and flesh, The Author grits his teeth, focusing on the chains. Each hit of the axe breaks bones and flesh, but heals moments later. Each time flesh is cut and bones are snapped, The Author's eyes grow even brighter.
Finally, after a minute, the chains snap as the Orc swings his axe down again.
'Adrenaline Rush.'
The Author holds up his hand as the axe hits it, the Orc laughing at the desperate and delirious move. But no blood is released or bones are broken, instead, the axe becomes stuck in the grip of The Author. The Orc's face turns pale as he pulls and pulls, his muscles flexing with each yank.
The Author's crimson eyes stare at the Orc as he suddenly appears behind him. Before the Orc can even react, his axe is lodged deep in his shoulder, causing him to groan in pain.
Adrenaline Rush, this increases the user's blood flow for 10 seconds, giving the user 5 times their strength and speed. This is a skill that can't be used for 2 days so the trade off is time for power.
The Author grabs the Orc by the neck as he tightens his grip, locking his talon like gauntlets inside. The Author's tail reaches up as it pierces the Orc's spine, the silver segments glowing red beneath. As blood is taken from him, The Author's eyes slowly stop glowing.
The Orc would try and move, but he can't. No matter how hard he tries, his body wouldn't listen to him. He is stuck in silent agony as he is drained like a blood bag.
The Author's eyes stop glowing completely as he turns towards Saluma, who has terror in her eyes. He holds out his hands as he yells, "Blood Nova!"
The Orc begins to wither away as a large sphere of crimson blood forms in between The Author's hands. Droplets begin to form around the sphere, orbiting it as one thought forms in Saluma's mind.
'Defense.'
She hurriedly begins forming layers of defense, creating as many circles of runes as possible. But she isn't fast enough as the basketball sized orb is sent flying towards her defenses. By no means is a god's defense weak, they can even generally survive black holes.
The sphere made contact with the first layer, and a deafening noise echoed within the void. A bright light of red exploded as her defenses crumbled away, like paper against a faucet of water.
She rapidly begins forming a different rune circle as new runes float about, she barely finishes. A portal opens beside her and she is about to step in, but she is too late. The wave of blood like energy as large as a small sun engulfs her, drowning her screams within the torrent of boiling red.
Droke awakes from his unconsciousness with a start as he hurriedly looks around, only to be shocked by a large wave of red. The Author's punch was so powerful it had knocked him unconscious, but he was awoken by his wife's screams of peril.
As he gazes up at the orb, he feels rage begin to burn within him, the once dim flames begin to flare with life as they begin to grow. His neck extends as his entire body bursts into flames, his tail grows as his body elongates, becoming a massive Chinese dragon.
The fight still burns, the flames of hatred unrelenting.