Harry's pale colored face flushed red as he held his breath and stomped the roof. He let go of his breath a second later as he lifted his right leg and kicked forward. He landed the blow right on Allen's diaphragm knocking the wind out of him as he got carried along with the wind. He was sent flying of the roof, the wind around him making way for him. The nearby trees, bushes, and shrubs around the manor shook in fear at the sheer force behind the kick.
Allen crashed into the cobblestone pathway that led into the manor. He rolled a bit, but quickly fixed himself to sit up right. Streaks of fire came out of his nose as he tried to catch his breath. His face twisted into pain as his body recognized the damage done to him. He felt as though he was drowning, with each gulp of air he took he exhaled a stream of fire.
Harry leaped from the roof and crashed a few feet away from Allen. The moment his feet touched the ground, Allen's feet left a line of fire behind as he rushed Harry. Flaming footprints were left behind as Allen took to the air by pushing off his left foot. He then maneuvered his body to kick with both of his feet, but he fell short. He missed by a few inches and landed on his butt in front of him.
Shaking his head, Harry grabbed Allen by his white tunic and lifted him. He swung back his other arm and launched a punch towards Allen's face. With his free hands, Allen ignites them and claps in Harry's face. A small explosion occurred, blinding Harry with black smoke and making his nose bleed even more. Despite the damage his punch still charged forward, hitting Allen directly in the face.
Allen's head jerked back as his own nose began bleeding. Harry's fist retracted, then launched again, the grip on Allen's shirt got tighter. Allen ignited his feet, lifted them and placed them on Harry's abdomen. He bent his knees, then tried to push off of Harry. Harry's fist connected with Allen's face once more.
His knuckles became bloody as his shirt started burning away at Allen's flames. Desperately, Allen grabbed the wrist of the hand Harry used to lift him up. Reheating his hands, he tightened his hold on his wrist. As Harry's abs began to burn and his wrist as well, he started running forward. He applied mana to every corner of his body, slowing down the burn from Allen while simultaneously burning away at the mana inside him.
As he charged forward he picked up speed, every step he took seemed as though he leaped forward. He began chanting, "Rest me by the shore," his eyes turning white, "May the Goddess above, the governor of Juno, hold me. Lift and release." Harry took a step forward as he reached his top speed. He had ran from the front of the manor to near the fields of wheat and carrots (About a fourth of a mile). He jumped off of the foot her stepped with, in the air he flipped while holding Allen.
He let go of Allen, then grabbed his face. He straightened his body, his head closer to the ground then his feet. "Wind burst," when he completed his chant, all of his momentum transferred to the spell he casted. The mana he applied to his body disappeared, he smelt his own burning flesh as the blood from his nose dripped onto the knuckle of his grabbing hand.
Wind gathered around his feet and propelled him downward. Allen's head crashed into the cobblestone path leading to the fields of farmland. The path broke, rubble flew up as Allen's back then crashed into the path. Harry pushed Allen further down, sinking Allen into the ground slightly, making an Allen shaped indent into the cobblestone path.
Harry landed on his knees. While particles of rock flew past Harry, he lifted his hand from Allen. Revealing a broken and bloody nose, a gush of blood coming from the top of his head, and a pool of blood filling the indent. Harry sighed, "Did you even defend with mana?" Harry got up.
Allen's green and yellow eyes rolled back as his long black hair drooped over his nose, his own blood staining his hair. Allen's mouth was open, with a cracked tooth and broken smile he breathed through his mouth. His chest made slight compressions and expansions, all weren't very visible to Harry whose eyesight got weakened from the small explosion. Harry watched Allen for a few seconds, each movement made by Allen he attempted to record. He held his abdomen as he crouched down and used two fingers to feel Allen's pulse.
Allen spontaneously combusted.
Meanwhile, around the time the first explosion occurred. Lily took cover behind a nearby tree while Sylver looked in the direction of the manor. "That explosion came from the manor Princess. I knew father was mad, but to use his own magic on Allen..." Sylver looked around, "Princess? Where did you go? Hmm. I could go after her, but then again," Sylver smiled as she began running toward the manor with a twisted look on her face. "Father is busy. I might as well emancipate myself at this point."
As Sylver ran toward the manor, Lily ran through the small forest within the farm. She ran towards the baths, then turned to go towards the gates.
'I don't know what that explosion was, but knowing Allen.' She tripped over a rock on the pathway to the gates, but she picked herself up quickly. She ran as fast as she could while thinking; 'He probably said something stupid like, "I ate the dragonborn" when he saw his master. Anyone in their right mind would get angry at that. I don't know what kind of magic or spells his master has, but Allen should be able to defend himself.'
Once she reached the gate, she opened it slightly, then ran to the forest that encircled the farm. When she left the dirt path that led into the gate and slid down an incline at the entrance of the forest. She looked around for a manmade bush that had leaves aimlessly thrown together. Once she had found it she split the bush in half and found their large bag.
She opened it enough to pull out the spell book that Irene left for her. It was a somewhat large book, but not too large for Lily to carry it under her arm. As she ran back to the farm, the clock hit 6:47 in the morning. Allen had spontaneously combusted at this time, Lily was on her way back into the farm, Sylver found herself arriving to the manor completely out of breath. All the while the witches watched with awe and amazement at the strength behind Sir Harry Truman.
The explosion created from Allen's body caught Harry off guard. He barely managed to apply mana to the front side of his body to tank the explosion. Despite the defenses, he was still sent flying into the field of wheat and carrots. As harry flew into the field the fire on his clothing and skin spread over to the plants. at 6:48 in the morning, the Truman Farm was on fire.
Allen peeled himself out of the indent in the pathway. Fire encompassed his whole body, his eyes rolled back in place, the red tint was darker and his eyes were sharper than ever. He had a black eye in his right eye and had a small incision next to his left eye. The blood running from his nose evaporated into the air as he got up.
He stepped out of the indent, stumbling around, his tunic was completely burnt off. His pants miraculously withstood the heat, the bottom of his pants were charred.
"My stomach is burning," Allen said as he looked for Harry. He noticed the field was on fire, and began running in the direction of the fire. As he ran the fire grew more and more. While Allen approached Harry, Harry rose up, his body riddled with burns. Harry could barely stand, he swayed with the slightest push from the wind. His eyes were completely white, as though he was threading on consciousness.
"Do you need a break Harry? Are we done? I need you to emancipate me," Allen's flames began dying down as he waited for an answer.
"You're a thief Allen. You went out and stole the dragonborn's power. Yet you don't even understand it."
"I'll steal your life next, if you don't let me get emancipated."
"Do that and you'll belong to Sylver! Now listen closely to what I have to say." Harry paused for a moment, Allen inched closer.
Mana is an energy within each living being, its generated by every cell like adenosine triphosphate (ATP). There are many uses for mana, but the most basic of uses is simple application. Imagine mana as the ingredients to a recipe and a recipe as a magical spell. Simple application would be following the recipe exactly as instructed, with slight modifications here and there due to error.
In most major kingdoms in the world there is a differing philosophy behind mana use. The cultures vary so much between these kingdoms to the point of each having a defining use of mana. For the Merlin Kingdom, it is the use of complex application of mana.
Refer back to the cooking analogy, if simple application was following the recipe exactly as instructed. Complex application would be taking the recipe, memorizing the end result, throwing away the recipe, modifying the ingredients to fit your taste or whatever experimental recipe you have in mind, and praying you get the same end result. Such application requires high mathematical skills, or many years of simple application.
Allen inched closer to Harry igniting his arm, awaiting a reaction or response from him. Harry mumbled words together as his eyes returned and focused on Allen. The wind surrounding Harry circled him and created a tornado like effect around him. The burning wheat dragged themselves out of the ground, picked up by the swirling wind. "Wind burst!"
Allen took a leap backward the moment he heard those words. He was safely out of Harry's range, and quickly applied mana to every muscle in his body. He stood with his hands up awaiting Harry's next move. The swirling wind around him picked up more speed, "Allen, have you ever been hit with a tornado?"
"No, I haven't," Allen yelled back. Allen blinked, when he opened his eyes, Harry was gone. He blinked again, then Harry was right in front of him. The swirling wind had barely caught up with him. "Neither have I." Harry didn't swing his body back to add more force into the punch. He used as minimal movements as he could, he simply extended his arm and connected with Allen's abdomen.
The initial connection felt like nothing to Allen, so he prematurely lowered his defenses, and began a counter attack. The palms of his hands glowed a blistering white orange. Then the swirling wind caught up with Harry.