All of a sudden a large ice wall erupted up in front of him, the invaders were trying to stall time so they could quickly regroup and counter attack now their buffer was temporarily out of action.
'morons' Tyr thought to himself before gripping the ice spear within his right leg and ripping it out with an almighty roar of pain, grasping the spear of ice with his only hand after lodging the staff he stole from the buffer between his left arm and torso he aimed precisely and trusted it into the wall that the invaders created infront of him.
The ice user was confused by this as he didn't get why the boss would do something like this, until suddenly a crack began to form upon the ice that shot from where the plunged spear was.
Almost without thinking Tyr equipped the staff in his hand again and swung it with enough force to cause whistling to occur from the air around the staff, hitting the end of the spear to the point where it thrust all the way through the wall.
Without thinking the invaders started reading their spells,this was due to the fact the wall was cracking more and more. In the second of the invaders reading a fire mage of all the mages there had a moment of being an amature out of pure fear released his magic and caused a wave of fire to hit the wall accelerating the process of it cracking.
Finally it shattered, Tyr took the initiative and rushed forward , no plan in his mind, he went for the ice users.Like hell was he going to let them slow him down again!
Using the strength in his legs he jumped and spun in the air as the invaders released their magic at him, the Fools all used single target magic which worked for him, noting that the staff had withstood the hit on the ice spear he slapped the pieces of ice coming towards him, whilst dodging the rest, he was spinning mid jump for no reason after all.
Years of being a rift boss had helped his instincts become what they were, sure he was still getting used to only having a single hand. But when you have fought for years your body learns how to do things that are usually not seen in a complete novice to fighting one armed,or was it one handed?
As he fell he kept spinning until suddenly the staff slammed down on a ice mages head with enough force that it caved in and blood and brain exploded everywhere, oh the fun he was having!
"Shit I'm out of MP!" another mage screamed, whilst setting off on moving away, only too slowly as Tyrian was there already before the others could protect him, sweeping the staff under the legs of the mage and then in a single move, spun it within his hand so it faced diagonal and pushed it down into the mages back as he fell,it went straight through is chest and pierced his heart, killing him instantly.
The rest of the fight kept on like this until Tyrian became victorious. He sighed to himself.
"is this it? All I do is fight and fight and nothing ever happens!" he shouted at the top of his lungs also as if he knew there was a higher being watching him. Of course there was, wasn't there? Why else would he be given the law system?
Almost as if being answered a dark red portal appeared near the place he stood as the invaders came into his instance.he stared at it curiously, wondering if he could go through.
'Where'd that weakling go?' he pondered to himself, completely having forgotten about the youngster that had pissed himself on the floor and passed out, he gazed over where he should of been and there he was slowly coming to consciousness.
Dashing over he gripped him by the throat and smiled playfully at him"time for some fun! " spinning on his heels as the youngster tried his hardest to get out of his grip but with no avail.within seconds Tyrian was back at the red portal.
Staring at it in wonder he blinked and threw the youngster at it but the youngster just became a mess against it and died from the force that prevented him passing,Tyrian eyes were wide open.
"IS THIS FOR ME" he shouted in glee, before regaining the staff where he left it in the last person he killed, sweeping it in the air to remove the blood that had not yet dried, before making his way slowly through the portal, without any resistance.
With that he pushed himself faster through it, wanting to know where it went.