After a momentary rest, Askyros climbed down from the giant's head.
"Afiste nero to rei, Water Droplet." [Ryse]
Water fell from above Askyros, washing away all the flesh chunks and blood.
"...You could have warned me first." [Askyros]
"Sorry… It's just… the smell." [Ryse]
"..." [Askyros]
Although the screams of battle and clashing of metal made up the background, the two were somehow unaffected. The giant had already scared off other soldiers, but the few still lingering about stayed a certain distance from Askyros.
"I think that's enough rest." [Askyros]
"Are you sure? You were just under Tyrios' foot some time ago." [Ryse]
"I'm fine." [Askyros]
"But-" [Ryse]
"Enough. I said I'm fine." [Askyros]
"..." [Ryse]
Even with all the concern he gave Askyros, he was brushed off.
"Let's go see how Sitros is doing." [Askyros]
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
The battle between Kafma and Sitros was quite close, the only thing preventing Askyros from watching it closer was the strange force that repelled him.
"I think I see them." [Ryse]
Looking from afar, they saw two figures moving about. One was the impossible-to-miss Kafma, and the other was obviously smaller in comparison, Sitros. He seemed to be struggling with only his sword and dagger made out of ice, but he was managing.
"Why don't you try taking my blow head on?!" [Kafma]
Flailing The Giant Slayer around, he chased after the nimble Sitros.
"Do you take me for a fool? I'm not as daft as you!" [Sitros]
Dancing around Kafma's blade, he barely avoided getting ripped to shreds.
"You're very fleet-footed, I'll give you that! But can you handle this?" [Kafma]
Magic circles appeared around his blade, sending a shiver down Sitros' spine.
"Tremei brosta mou! Resonating Waves!" [Kafma]
With the wave of his sword, the ground before him trembled. The land seemed to come to life, rippling at Kafma's behest.
("This is bad!") [Sitros]
In a moment of judgement, he cast aside his weapons. Placing his hands together, he focused on his own spell.
"Talchios pagou! Frost Aura!" [Sitros]
An icy mist covered him as the ground split open. Rock shrapnel flew out at Sitros, but seemed to bounce off the mist.
"...He's doing pretty well." [Askyros]
Dashing through the storm of shrapnel, Sitros lunged at Kafma.
"Didymes lipides! Cold Blade!" [Sitros]
Summoning his signature ice sword and dagger, he threw the dagger forwards.
"That won't work!" [Kafma]
In response to Sitros' attack, Kafma charged at him blindly. Leaving his mouth agape, he bit down on the dagger, crushing it with his teeth.
"Tsk! Damn monster!" [Sitros]
("How strong is his teeth?!") [Adam]
Dragging his blade on the ground, Kafma slashed upwards.
("I can ignore it. The mist will block it.") [Sitros]
Sitros reassured himself, but his instincts seemed to tell him otherwise. Sitros' adrenaline skyrocketed, and he saw Kafma's blade slowly cut through the mist.
("It broke?!") [Sitros]
In an attempt to guard against The Giant Slayer, Sitros raised his sword.
"It's over." [Askyros]
The ice sword shattered, allowing The Giant Slayer to slice into Sitros' torso. He leapt backwards to avoid more injury, but Sitros just ended up on one knee.
"Ugh!" [Sitros]
Blood spilled out from his chest, as well from his mouth. With his victory secured, Kafma strolled up to Sitros and squatted down in front of him.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen. Judging by your magic, I'm guessing you're Sitros of the frost?" [Kafma]
"Guhg yuu." [Sitros]
In an attempt to speak, specks of blood flew out of his mouth.
"Speak up, I didn't quite catch that." [Kafma]
Puckering his lips, Sitros spat at Kafma's face.
"Fuck you." [Sitros]
A shocked expression appeared on Kafma's face, but then twisted into a sinister grin.
"A good choice for last words." [Kafma]
In a flash, he separated Sitros' head from his body. Blood poured from his neck, and his head landed with a thud. The death of Sitros made the unapproachable feeling vanish, and Kafma released a short sigh.
"That was boring." [Kafma]
His gaze drifted to Askyros and his sinister smile appeared once again.
"Why don't you have a go too?" [Kafma]
"..." [Askyros]
He began to approach Kafma, but Ryse grabbed him by the shoulder.
"Askyros, don't do it. I know he killed Sitros, but you should control your anger." [Ryse]
Askyros paused for a moment, but continued after brushing Ryse's hand off his shoulder.
"Don't get the wrong idea, I don't care about that." [Askyros]
"Wh… What do you mean?" [Ryse]
"Killing him was something I was already going to do in the first place." [Askyros]