Damien POV:
I had a rather stereotypical western sword in my hand, I thrust it towards Valier's heart, but I hesitated. I then decided to just slice downwards in an attempt to cut his leg. He took a step back and ended up a mere centimeter away from my attack.
He then sent a kick towards my face, the kick sent me down to the floor. But, I wasn't particularly hurt, that was because he wasn't really trying. When he tried his best, his breathing changes. Due to the Amazonian that I inherited from my mother, I'd be able to sense the difference in his breathing if he did use that Breath thing.
My physique wasn't actually that strong compared to an average Amazon. In fact, my mother wasn't strong either. She had gotten to where she was with sheer instinct and battle prowess. But this fucking bastard... he was able to take her down in a mere instant.
I slammed my fist into the ground to create a dust cloud, and used the momentary opportunity I had created to allow myself to gain some distance. I then got into a sword stance, I held my sword forward and I began to take in deep breaths. The air around me changed, my presence as a whole became more sword like.
'Amazonian Arts.' Ares had blessed the Amazons, he had granted us a sort of all-purpose martial art. It was a martial art that allowed our bodies to work in complete tangent with our chosen weapon. Something similar could be achieved with absolute weapon mastery, but with Amazonian Arts, I could achieve a level of swordsmanship that embodied the very concept Swordsmanship.
Well that was its potential for growth. Amazonian Arts didn't care about talent with magic, the only thing that mattered was that you constantly associated your being with war, conflict, and battle. Of course, there were levels of compatibility, but there wasn't any way of measuring that.
Valier dashed to me, he was using that technique where he moved his leg's muscles in certain order to create a burst of speed. He closed our distance in a near instant. However, Amazonian Arts enhances our already powerful bodies even further.
This meant that I was easily able to react and catch his punch, Valier didn't seem to be fazed. So I decided to crush his hand, however as soon as he felt me attempting to do that, he sent a kick towards my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. He used that chance to escape, and then he appeared behind me and used some sort of 'quickdraw' technique. It was faster and more energy efficient than anything I had seen before. But it seemed imperfect, it was as if it had only just been formed mere moments ago.
With my now enhanced speed, I was able to stop his blade by grabbing it. A large shockwave was produced when my hand and his blade met, creating a giant crater below us.
"Well, I suppose you're not bad, I suppose using 'it' won't be a waste if it's you who I'm fighting."
Valier took a deep breath, his pressure changed entirely. My instincts told me that this wasn't a fight I could win. I dashed back immediately.
And when I looked at him, fear took hold of me. It was as if a terrifyingly cold hand had wrapped itself around my heart.
Irene Pendragon POV:
I watched as thousands of soldiers wrought havoc onto the city. Buildings had collapsed and corpses were loitered around as if they were grains of sand in a desert. Honestly, I didn't care, they had brought this onto themslves. We were in the right.
Over the years, the only thing I had cared about was avenging my siblings. Becauase of that, whenever I saw the body of a young child, my heart would ache slightly. After a while of walking, I came across a body similar to Valier's. The face and hair were completely crushed, but his body type was similar to Valier's. For a moment, I wondered whether we were in the right.
Over in the distance, there was a soldier, he was armed with a sword, behind him were 3 others. It was an enemy soldier defending his family. I cracked my knuckles, I was somewhat battle starved right now. Killing an enemy soldier would alleviate my hunger at least for a while.
I dashed over to the soldier, he swung his sword at me. He didn't seem to be a Mana user, I calmly parried his blow and sent an attack to his stomach. I used Mana to reinforce my punch, I was easily able to tear through his armour and shred his insides. I then produced Frost from my hand and froze him from the inside out.
Just to make sure he was dead, I shattered the ice sculpture I had created. The group of three in front of me began shedding tears. The eldest girl held the two younger ones back, and put her body infront of them, trying her best to protect them. I approached them, and prepared to kill them.
"Fucking Britannian scumbags..."
I muttered under my breath, I placed my hand on my Katana and approached them.
Just as I was about to kill them, I looked at the eyes of the eldest one. She was a girl around my age, behind her were two kids. One boy and one girl.
"Are they your younger brother and sister?"
The girl silently nodded at my words, she didn't have a single shred of Mana inside her body. Nor did she have some sort of all powerful physique, or some sort of God-like Rune. She didn't even have a weapon.
Yet she chose to protect her siblings without even a moment of hesitation.
"Was the soldier who I killed someone you knew?"
"Father... he was my... our... father."
The girl blurted out those words, but even then, she kept an eye on me, seemingly looking for a chance to escape.
I took a closer look at her body, she was shivering, she was also skinny. She was pretty underweight and she seemed to be struggling to breathe.
"Just piss off."
I let go of my sword and walked past them, my soldiers did the same thing. They sat there, utterly confused.
The girl yelled at me and asked,
"Why did you let us live!?"
I didn't bother replying, she didn't need to know why I let her live.
"Just be grateful you're allowed to live. Tsk, fucking Brittanians."
Edited By: WorthyAdversary