ROAAAR!
With the roar of the referee, the fight officially started.
Neither Drak nor Larek rushed at each other, both just stared at one another while circling around the ring of spectators.
When two adults or even adolescent orcs from 4 years old and up fight, it would usually take place in the specified ring for fights.
While it's not some top-of-the-line arena like what most human nations and even sizable tribes have, it still gets the intended job done.
The "ring" in question is a 100 x 100-meter hole that has been dug 5 meters down, and the viewing seats are all above the area, a safe distance away from where the action takes place.
Back two Drak and Larek.
Both of them kept circling around while looking for any openings, for any slight movement that would be exploitable on the first clash, when the both of them found no such openings, the orc within came out, and they both rushed at each other and exchanged the first blow of the fight.
Drak planted his right foot and with all of his strength, pushed off as hard as possible towards Larek, his aiming point being the elbow of Larek's right arm, his dominant arm.
When Larek saw this, he panicked for a second, his mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour, and he was trying t find any way he could to deal with this strike.
The reason why he was struggling to find a way to defend was due to the direction the attack would come from.
Drak, using his immensely more abundant battle experience went for an attack that he knew a 1-year-old orc no matter how naturally powerful, would be able to effectively defend.
The main reason why this attack was so dangerous was not only if hit just right, Larek's right arm would become unusable for at least a minute due to the sheer pain, but this was amplified by Drak being naturally left-handed, it would seem some things from his past life carried over to this one.
Deciding that his best bet would be to try and mitigate the damage as much as possible, Larek did what he thought was right, he dropped the wooden battleaxe he had in his right hand and raised his forearm, and braced his left arm behind it.
But he made one fatal mistake, like any inexperienced child would, he closed his eyes in anticipation of the blow.
Seeing his chance, Drak rushed in, but instead of directly striking the now braced Larek, which would only due minimal damage, Drak went for the short wooden battleaxe laying on the ground.
When Larek felt what could only be the wind that came after an object or person passed by quickly, he opened his eyes and looked back towards Drak who was now armed with a wooden shortsword coupled with the short wooden battleaxe.
"Tch."
Was all that was heard when Larek rushed at Drak, seemingly forgetting the fact that he was now out armed.
Within a split second, Larek closed the space between them and pounced at Drak while winding up a heavy swing with his last remaining wooden battleaxe.
Drak watched as Larek's feet left the ground and waited for the optimal moment to make his move.
Once Larek was at an irreversible height with his arm winded all the way back, Drak threw the short wooden battleaxe towards his chest.
Realizing that if he didn't defend this attack he would have the wind knocked out of him, Larek quickly adjusted the angle and swung with all of his might down onto the approaching battleaxe.
The two wooden battleaxes made contact with a loud thud, due to overestimating how much strength he would need, Larek ended up flipping in mid-air due to the moment he had just gained with the swing.
At first, Larek was quite confused, the velocity of the thrown axe was relatively slow and weak.
Larek knew that Drak had insane strength, it was evident with how he had put dents and cracks into the cave floor where he had fought Tarnak.
So with all things considered, it was quite perplexing how the thrown axe could have been so weak, but that's when it hit him, literally.
While he was flipping in the air due to his momentum, Drak saw his opportunity and dashed to where Larek would land, he had made it just close enough to attack Larek the second he landed.
When a now bewildered Larek had landed, the first thing he saw was not ground but the "blade" of a wooden shortsword coming for his face.
Being unable to dodge, Larek tightened his jaw in anticipation of the attack, and this time it connected, with a loud smack at that.
Smack!
The powerful blow from the swing launched Larek into the air by a couple of meters.
He landed with a thud, when he raised his head he massage his jaw and his eyes darted around for Drak.
That's when he felt it, the most bloodcurdling, fear-inducing feeling he had ever felt.
Larek looked up and the scene he saw would haunt his dreams for the next few days.
There Drak was, right in front of Larek in the air coming down with his shortsword raised over his head, Larek looked into Drak's eyes and all that stared back at him was a pair of eyes that had lost their golden amber color and were replaced with two violet black holes.
Larek looked directly into Drak's eyes, all he saw was, Death.
Larek couldn't even process what he saw before he fainted from the external pressure that was bearing down on him.
...
After Drak had sent Larek flying into the air he immediately move towards the landing spot, he saw Larek land on his back with a thud and he saw his chance to end the fight.
All that he could think of was beating and quite honestly, dominating the weak orc child that sat not too far in front of him.
Drak didn't know what came over him, it was like he had awakened an instinct that was only there to make him desire power, he desired strength, reverence, respect, and above all else, he desired to dominate and subjugate all those before him.
He had this unquenchable lust to stand atop the very world itself.
That's when he felt it, while in the air his eyes slowly faded from their original golden amber color and, in their place stood two glowing violet color eyes, the eyes of a king, no, an emperor, no. Drak's eyes were now those of, a Conqueror.
All of a sudden, it was like a weight was lifted off of his shoulders, like a restraint had finally come loose, and that's when he recognized the feeling, the feeling of Aura.
but, before he could finish his opponent, Larek had passed out, still, he wanted to release all of this pent-up power he now had at his fingertips.
...
As Grak was watching the fight, he was at the very least proud of his son, but in reality, he was extremely full of pride and proudness, his son had just utilized aura in a way that was normally reserved for those who evolve at least twice.
If mana was an external power that one would pull in and manipulate, and later make their own, then aura was like an ocean that resided within, this ocean would keep getting bigger and bigger, and with each expansion, the body would undergo an immense power up, every single aspect of the body would be perfected by aura.
And once you reached the height of internally using aura, then you would start to pull the aura out of you and let it wash over you to form a barrier of sorts, whether you use that barrier to attack or defend was inconsequential, as long as you could utilize this "Aura cloak" you would become invincible in the battlefield.
It would be like a demi-god walking and fighting among mortals.
Of course, there's always a balance to everything, and that balance is the godly power of magic.
But that's for a later place and time.
...
When not only Grak, but several other seasoned aura users witnessed the scene in front of them, they were elated to have another orc among them who could use aura, and at such a young age, and before an evolution, this was unheard of!
But they soon realized that the aura within Drak wasn't dissipating as it should, In other words, he was like a glass of water that was about to overflow.
The aura within Drak kept gathering, and at a staggering rate at that, Grak, along with two of the strongest of the present warriors rushed towards Drak.
The warriors that remained back quickly got the children to evacuate, along with a now unconscious Larek who Grak had grabbed and thrown towards one of the instructors that were present.
Back to Grak and the two others with him.
"Grak! your son is going to be seriously injured if we do not stop his body from accumulating more aura!" yelled Yongrik through the storm of aura and what seemed to be trace amounts of mana, that was whirling around them
"I hate to say it, but we might need to knock him out, I don't think we will be able to get through to him in this condition," yelled Rork, the head of a small warrior clan, and an Orc Warrior (second evolution/3rd tier, 1st being a regular orc)
"Sigh, let's proceed with knocking him out, its the safest plan for not only us but him as well!" yelled Grak with a pained face
No loving parent, no matter the species, would take any form of comfort in knowing they had to knock out their kid to save them.
Deciding that he had to be the one to do it, Grak motioned for the others to give him support as he got close to Drak.
In theory, all three of them should be able to easily handle Drak due to his age and lack of evolution, but for some unknown reason, they felt this suffocating pressure bearing down on them that instinctively made them want to submit and kneel.
As they got closer, the pressure got heavier and heavier, Grak and Yongrik were able to get closer to Drak with relatively little resistance due to their strength, but Rork was having trouble moving closer than a few meters from Drak, he kept pushing all the way until he was just a couple of meters away.
Suddenly, the storm of aura erupted and sent Grak and Yongrik back a few steps, while Rork was sent flying into the wall of the cave.
with a loud thud, Rork made contact with the wall and unconsciously slid down due to the impact.
It would take Grak and Yongrik a few more minutes until they were finally able to reach right in front of Drak.
What they saw sent shivers down their spines, staring back at them were the eyes of a predator, they were the eyes of someone destined to rule over others.
Choosing not to dawdle any longer, Grak and Yongrik sent their aura out towards Drak and used the combined effort to smother his out and stop his body from accumulating more aura, which in the process of which knocked him unconscious.
Rumors of Drak being able to use not only magic arts but also aura at such a young age circulated around the tribe, all the way until it reached the ears of a particular retired orc, one who would change Drak's life for the better.
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