Velrossa was in a state of losing it completely, he was threatened by the bloodlust emanating from Moriarty in particular. Not only did his bloodlust act to impact fear in the young boy, but also the bleakness in personality and how devoid of emotions he was.
He wanted to scream, or at least do anything with his mouth to ensure he relieved some of this debilitating fear. In other words, he wanted to go into panic mode, and the only one stopping him was Archibald who hindered his voice by forcibly covering his mouth.
("Who the hell is this guy? His aura's so cold, I feel like if I breathe even just once I'll be dead..")
Archibald's heart throbbed intensely. He was afraid, and the drops of sweat rolling down his forehead was absolute proof of this timidity.
"Someone's here.." Moriarty mentioned prior to looking at the large tree before him and his subordinates. The latter could not comprehend what he meant by someone being here, there was clearly no one around.
The clear difference in their ability to notice the observable and unobservable.
("Crap.. He knows! I have to get Vel to calm down... Oh I know!")
He delivered a blow to Velrossaʼs neck with a rigid and outstretched left hand. This effectively sent him to sleep mode in microseconds.
("I'm not sure how much longer I could've kept his mouth closed. He'd have passed out from oxygen deprivation anyway, but that's not a risk I'm willing to take..")
Yes, Archibald was successful in doing that much, but it wouldn't help them in anyway. Because Moriarty noticed the wooden sword on the ground, the same one Archibald used to train while he awaited Velrossa earlier this morning.
Although he carried the brown sack up the tree with him, he'd forgotten the training weapon. Even now he wasn't aware.
Moriarty unveiled his Archive, as it glowed a cold blue energy, he telekinetically swiped through the pages.
He was able to do this due to [Object Control] :: A measurement system used to scale how much influence or authority the user of a certain object has over said object. An individual always starts of with an object control of 001 with the maximum being 100.
The Archive of Moriarty was 029 while his [Object Control] was 050. But this was by the standard of a Magus. The measurements vary in accordance to the class; if they were a Martial, Swordsman, Magic Gunner or Magus.
He wanted to dispose of the pests in hiding in the tree. After he mouthed some words and outstretched his right arm. Before his open palm, a large spiraling spike of ice manifested from the cold air.
("W-W-Wait! Why's he pointing towards here, can he see us?!")
Fortunately, Gadi appeared "Moriarty.." he uttered his name, which in turn diverted his attention from the tree. Gadi could clearly sense the body movements of two individuals in the tree via [Wild Sense], and he recognized one to be Archibald.
"I heard word that you were here.." that was the only reason Moriarty even chose to take up such a menial task. Of course his subordinates would've been enough to easily handle the people of this community, but he had the urge to come pay Gadi a visit.
Using his fingers to sweep his hair back a bit, Gadi wore a smug look "Oh you flatter me, I didn't know I had fans in such high places... It seems my grace knows no bounds." a prideful smile followed.
"How inconceivable! How dare you speak to Sir Moriarty in such a casual manner!" said one of the cloaked subordinates.
With an elevated eyebrow Gadi exhaled a sigh "It seems not everyone appreciates my grace.."
("What the?! He's still boasting in a situation like this! This self-glorified bastard can't take anything seriously!")
Archibald watched the proceedings from above, hidden in the tree. He didn't find it wise to come out, that is, if he didn't want death.
"Your ostentatious pretense shan't be forgiven!" another of the three subordinates spoke, amongst the three he was the only one he unveiled his Archive. He used his hand rather than telekinetic control which in fact meant his [Object Control] wasn't so high.
The three subordinates made a request, "Please Sir! Let us handle this arrogant man on your behalf.." the all genuflected as a show of respect.
It was futile, and yet Moriarty stated "Very well then," deciding to give them some combat opportunities. It would add to their experience.
If they didn't have a near-death experience first.
And the battle begun.
Gadi gracefully threw up his sword, capturing the attention of those around him. With lightning-fast speed, he appeared before one of the subordinates, who was taken aback by Gadi's impressive agility.
In an attempt to strike Gadi's face, the subordinate shot his fist forward, but Gadi skillfully blocked the attack with his left forearm. The collision was forceful, resulting in a fracture of the Magus' arm.
After locking onto the Magus' shoulder, Gadi pulled back with great force, resulting in the tearing of ligaments and dislocation of joints. A swift foot strike to the back of the knee caused the enemy to fall to the ground instantly.
Finally, a dual-purpose chokehold was applied, which compressed the windpipe and clamped down on both carotid arteries. The compression of the giant veins in the neck led to the cessation of blood flow to the brain, causing the Magus to stop breathing.
"You monster!" said another Magus that aimed to attack him from behind behind .
With the utmost precision and skill of the Black Moon Arts, the individual deftly retrieved a small knife from their side pocket. In one swift motion, Gadi turned and simultaneously swung low to rapidly slice behind each of the Magus' knees, targeting key tendons and hamstrings that held the Magus upright.
He then sliced upward toward the neck, the cut deep enough to slice through the jugular vein. A knee to the chest dropped the Magus' head in perfect position for the final strike, a rapid stab into the left eye socket.
In just four lightning-fast moves, the Magus was blinded, unable to stand, and bleeding out.
Naturally, they should've kept their distance and cast spells to make it harder for him. However, he was too quick and nimble for them to pinpoint, and as a result used a Magus' disadvantage of poor close range abilities against them.
The final Magus had begun to cast a spell, forming a ball of water in his outstretched hand. However, in a moment of panic during the incantation, Gadi appeared before him and disrupted the spell by seizing his forearm.
Gadi's first elbow strike accelerated to a speed of 30 mph in less than a quarter of a second, followed by another equally devastating strike in less than a third of a second. The use of his bone and elbow tip delivered a double dose of injury to the Magus.
He fell to the ground, a broken nose and facial fractures.
("What the hell?! I've never seen Gadi in such a mood before..")
Archibald felt a tad scared of this other side of his teacher. He had no idea he was this strong and precise when it came to subduing his opponents.
Subsequently, the sword that he had previously thrown descended and was caught by Gadi in a casual manner with his right hand. He applied a tight grasp on the midsection.
He felt quite bored, to be honest.
However, this also served as proof of something else. It had taken him no more than six seconds to dispatch of all the Magi, and this wasn't even him being serious.
He was merely trying to end it quickly so that he wouldn't get bored halfway through. "Would you be so kind as to provide me with a challenge?" he asked Moriarty.
"Is that so..." Moriarty uttered.
The two were about to go at it. Who was the favorite to win, the swordsman or Magus?