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The Broken stood before me, skeletal and pale and with an unkept black mane, kept still by a constant stream of wind produced by a myriad of imbued items nailed through his limbs.
We started walking toward one another.
When we finally got to an arm's length, both of us threw a punch at the same time: I dodged the fist of my opponent, and he dodged mine, both of us having moved our heads to the right. I opened my palm beside the Boken's head, and conjured an exploding blaze, but at the same time, I was hurled away by an intense gush of wind from my side.
I spun in the air, and fell on my two feet about six meters away from my opponent, and saw him swirl and manipulate the air and fire around him in waves, and turn it into a spiraling tornado which he hurled towards me. I unmade the fire I conjured that had been captured by the enemy's tornado, and pulled my fist back, then punched against the swirling wind: I conjured an equally large coiling jet of air, and the impact of the two tornados annulated one another in a windy explosion that torn the earth apart and uprooted many of the tall sunflowers around us.
"Show me what you're truly capable of, Coyote!", The Broken raised both hands up, producing a spinning ball of air, and pushed them against the ground bellow, cracking the whole battlefield area, gushes of air carrying dirt flying up through the broken dirt as sharp knives.
I jumped up, avoiding the cutting airflow, and once in the air, I conjured a massive five meters in diameter second level fireball, burning more intense than real flames, and hurled it against the skeletal figure I was fighting. The sphere of burning oil splashed against the ground and engulfed the camp of sunflowers.
A second later, however, a bubble of air popped from the burning oil, and with it a dozen floating pieces of ground still carrying the sunflowers and The Broken. He clapped his hands, and the floating islands all flew straight towards my falling self, and shocked themselves straight against me, pressing me into a thick sphere of earth. His spells didn't fall behind my own.
"Ugh…!", I felt every centimeter of my body being compressed by immense pressure, but tightened my muscles, and broke through the darkness and the stone prison. Only to see The Broken right above me, with both arms open.
"Vuush!", wind faster than anything I've ever seen before shot me to the ground, where I fell flat on my back: I pillar of immensely heavy air was pushing against my body even harder than the rocks before.
I could listen to my bones start bending and making noises, my organs being pressed against my back. I felt so much pressure over me, I couldn't even breathe in anymore. I wouldn't be able to win that fight with only the sheer strength of my enhanced body.
So, I conjured extra muscles, empowered my limbs, and pushed against the torrent of air from above, getting on my knees and knuckles first, and then, with the ground caving in beneath me, I got on my two feet, and stared up.
"It wouldn't be a worthy fight otherwise, Coyote."
"I don't give a damn about fighting…!", I replied, bringing both hands up, hitting my pulses together, and conjuring an iron hammer, and continued to enlarge its handle, making it grow until where The Broken was floating far above.
My opponent easily dodged the thrust, but he had to stop his spell to do so, and as soon as the pressure over me lightened, I was able to move my long hammer around, and hit him with the head of the weapon, bringing him down from the skies, and back to the field of sunflowers, half of which was already in flames or crushed and uprooted.
"Raaagh…!", with my enhanced body, and second level muscle enlarging spell, I spun the hammer around, and with it my opponent, digging a circular trench in the ground with the skeletal man. When I let go of my hammer, and hurled the target away, however, I noticed I didn't actually ever touch him, but an air bubble around him.
I was about to jump after The Broken, when two opposing forces pulled at each of my arms with immense power: I was being split in half.
"Aargh!", I gritted my teeth as I felt the conjured muscle mass being torn off my arms, and my bones being dislocated from their joints. Then I simply abused of my endless supply of magic, and conjured the biggest spinning water ball I could, one with ten meters of diameter, which disrupted the wind, and let me fall back on my knees, and conjured winds to pull my joints back into their right place, when I dissipated the water sphere, I found myself facing The Broken still, with a fist pulled back, and a palm extended forward, positioned for a punch with a huge tornado spinning right behind him.
I conjured once the body-empowering spell, and like my opponent took a stance for a single punch. I conjured a shield behind my constrained elbow, and my back. Then I propelled myself and my fist forward with explosions, and The Broken punched back, throwing the whole tornado against me with his fist.
My knuckles made it through the gushing wind as my skin was cut a thousand times, and my limb was exposed to the muscles beneath. Then I hit the air bubble around The Broken, bent it with sheer strength, and pieced it, finally hitting his frail body. My target was hurled ten meters away from me, hit the ground once, twice, thrice, and dug a crater on the ground with his back.
The Broken stood still, lying on the ground, with all of his imbued items either removed from his body from the impact, or shattered. His limbs rested in uncomfortable positions, and blood was coming from his mouth.
"…You used so many spells. Was I not powerful enough to get you to use your specialty?"
"I needed you alive", he laughed, coughing blood. "Tell me, who is the head of your order?"
"You think I would just tell you? Betray the one who gave me my life back?", he smiled. "Then you'd be right. Our relationship is just that of the weak and the strong. Prove me that I was strong… give me your one hundred percent, and I'll tell you."
"…Alright."
"The one who founded the order… is someone in your own Bear Mountain. I have only seen their wolf form, so that's all that I can tell you. And one more thing: they have... something, planned for the Great Games", the Great Games, I've heard about it before. The second biggest event of the Bear Mountain alongside the Selection Festival, a competition that allowed people to rank up. "Now, show me… that I have been strong before the end."
"First…", the blood from my adversary started to float above the two of us, and take the form of a ball of intertwined serpents. "…Death", I finished. And the wind stopped blowing, the sunflowers withered, and The Broken's heart stopped beating.