Amphere Harrison
I'm amazed by what I'm witnessing.
How did Rudolf attain such astounding power?
The transformation occurred with breathtaking speed. Fang, the valiant blond knight, initiated the battle by driving his broadsword deep into the earth. As if summoned by ancient magic, a delicate dance of white petals emerged from the ground, swirling gracefully through the crisp air. These ethereal blades, honed to perfection, soared towards Rudolf with the precision of homing missiles.
In a swift and daring move, Kyrie swiftly surged ahead, her wings adorned in contrasting hues of black and white, acting as a formidable shield to protect her valiant knight. As she held their adversaries at bay, Fang skillfully employed his Vesryn Pulse, causing his mighty dragonoid to undergo a mesmerizing metamorphosis, morphing into an enormous, majestic white lizard.
The dragon's magnificent scales were composed of resplendent white rose petals, their delicate appearance belying their razor-sharp edges. Although lacking in wings, it bore intricate white rosebuds upon its broad shoulders, lending an aura of enchantment. The creature's sinewy arms and formidable claws bore a striking resemblance to those of an ancient iguana, exuding an air of primal power. Behold, the awe-inspiring White Rose Dragon.
In an astonishing turn of events, even before Fang and his majestic dragon could react, Rudolf propelled himself skyward with unparalleled agility. A foreboding darkness enveloped him, casting an eerie aura as he mercilessly descended upon the bewildered knight. With swift precision, his strike found its mark, a devastating blow that struck directly at the head, leaving the Shield Plate utterly defenseless and its integrity reduced to a mere 0%.
Amidst the resounding echoes of a deafening buzzer, the battle's abrupt conclusion was heralded. "Rudolf Azregon emerges victorious!" proclaimed the emcee, his voice reverberating through the air. The crowd erupted into a cacophony of frenzied cheers, recognizing in Rudolf an impeccable contender to assume the esteemed role of the Princess's Knight.
Overwhelmed by frustration, Fang vented his exasperation by slamming his fist against the unforgiving ground. However, in a surprising display of compassion, Rudolf approached him, extending a hand adorned with a gentle smile. Yet, consumed by anger and wounded pride, the defeated knight adamantly rejected the gesture, delivering a swift strike to Rudolf's outstretched hand before storming off, jaw clenched tight. The act of refusal was a bitter pill to swallow, a humiliating blow to his already wounded spirit. Astonishingly, the entire skirmish had transpired in a mere fifteen seconds, a testament to Rudolf's prowess, which remarkably did not necessitate the deployment of his formidable Vesryn Pulse.
Airi and I stood side by side, observing the unfolding spectacle from the vantage point of the sidelines. As our paths intertwined, I couldn't help but offer Rudolf a congratulatory smile, which he graciously returned with an innocent and sincere expression.
Meanwhile, a palpable tension simmered between the two girls in our midst. Kyrie and Airi, locked in a bitter struggle, failed to find common ground. Airi's trembling hand betrayed a mixture of emotions, whether it be fear or anger, rendering her inner turmoil evident. In contrast, Kyrie maintained an air of haughty silence, her demeanor laced with an unmistakable arrogance. It was painfully apparent that Kyrie regarded Airi with nothing short of disdain and abhorrence. Curiously, I observed that even Rudolf, in his own subtle way, deliberately averted his gaze from Airi, further amplifying the uneasy atmosphere that enveloped them.
Perhaps, the enigmatic Crimson Dragonfly holds the key to Airi's tumultuous situation. Deep within me, an insatiable curiosity yearns to unravel the mysteries surrounding this secret. However, I made a solemn promise to Airi, vowing to never broach the subject again. It is a pact that I must honor, for delving into the depths of that secret threatens to widen the chasm between us. My priority now lies in the impending tournament, where my focus must remain unwavering. Once the dust settles and the battle's echoes fade, the time will come for me to delve deeper into Airi's enigma, to understand the very essence of who she is.
The boisterous announcement reverberated through the arena, commanding the attention of all those gathered. "Ladies and gentlemen, brace yourselves for the upcoming clash between the formidable contenders, Amphere Harrison and William Eiffer!"
With bated breath, I found myself locked in a rigid stance, face-to-face with my adversary at the heart of the grand arena. Words cannot capture the sheer presence exuded by this formidable knight. Muscular limbs rippled beneath his tan complexion, emanating raw power. His black spiky hair defied gravity, reaching for the heavens, a testament to his untamed spirit. Akin to a legendary super Saiyan, he possessed an aura of indomitable strength that resonated through the air.
Adding to the intrigue, a pair of verdant, thick headphones adorned his ears, blaring with an unmistakable symphony of death metal. The raucous tunes reverberated with such clarity that they permeated the very depths of the arena, an auditory testament to his relentless determination.
In a surprising twist, this knight discarded traditional weaponry, opting instead for a sturdy pipe as his instrument of choice. With a gleam in his eyes and a calculated grin, he wielded this unconventional tool, promising a unique and unpredictable battle unlike any other.
A wave of absurdity crashed over me as I beheld the knight's accompanying dragonoid, a peculiar sight that defied logic. The creature before me, clad in a pristine white judo uniform, was none other than a bald-headed child, no older than a mere youth. Despite the undeniable authority conferred by the black belt adorning his waist, the undeniable truth remained: I was about to engage in combat with a child who bore the physical appearance of a survivor of the ravages of cancer. The complexity of emotions stirred within me, mingling confusion with a twinge of sympathy. It was a perplexing conundrum, for I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pity for this young warrior, whose fragile appearance was juxtaposed against the harsh realities of battle.
"Let the battle begin!" the emcee shouted.
"LET'S ROCK!!!"
In a sudden burst of energy, William bellowed with a force that matched the resounding decibels emanating from his blaring headset. The harmonious fusion of his own voice and the piercing audio assault collided, creating a symphony of sound that reverberated throughout the arena. The sheer intensity of his shout stirred within me a longing for my Metal Rockz shirt, a cherished garment that I yearned for in that very moment. Oh, how I yearned to don that emblem of rock and metal, for it would have resonated perfectly with the cacophony that surrounded us, encapsulating the spirit of rebellion and untamed passion. Alas, it was a wistful thought, a fleeting desire overshadowed by the impending clash that awaited us.
With the agility of a cheetah in full stride, William propelled himself forward, slashing diagonally from his left with lightning speed. Anticipating the attack, I swiftly evaded by gracefully ducking, my movements fluid and precise. Sensing an opening, I prepared to launch a retaliatory strike, poised for a counterattack.
In a display of finesse and restraint, I refrained from drawing any of my swords. Instead, I unleashed a powerful uppercut that found its mark, connecting with his chin and forcefully propelling him backward. The impact sent him sprawling, disoriented and momentarily stunned.
However, his annoyance only seemed to fuel his determination. In an outburst of anger, he bellowed "DIIIIEEEEE," his primal scream blending seamlessly with the relentless cries of his music. With an enigmatic gesture, he manipulated something on his sword-pipe, triggering a sinister transformation.
To my astonishment, the pipe morphed into a launching mechanism, propelling a barrage of black baseball balls hurtling toward me. The unexpected onslaught demanded swift reflexes and a sharp mind, for the projectiles posed a daunting challenge, requiring me to dodge and weave amidst the chaotic storm of darkness.
With practiced finesse, I skillfully evaded each of the twelve balls that had been scattered around me. However, a new predicament emerged as the spheres detonated, releasing a dense cloud of thick, greenish smoke that enveloped my surroundings. It was not just any smoke bomb; its putrid odor reminiscent of decaying corpses permeated the air. Instantly, my instincts kicked in, warning me to avoid inhaling the foul concoction, urging me to escape the suffocating vicinity.
As the smoke began to dissipate, revealing the source of the assault, I was confronted by the bald kid who had orchestrated the attack. With startling speed, he pressed his palm forcefully against my chest, compressing my lungs and leaving me gasping for breath. Overwhelmed by the sudden assault, I collapsed defenselessly to the ground, my body wracked with the impact.
However, just as the bald dragonoid readied its fist for another attack, a timely savior emerged in the form of Airi. She fearlessly collided head-on with the bald warrior, her forehead colliding with his nose, causing him to stumble and lose his footing.
Left with no other option, and desperate for air, I reluctantly succumbed to the inevitable and inhaled the tainted, green-tinged atmosphere. The acrid taste invaded my senses, a bitter reminder of the dire circumstances I found myself in.
A surge of anticipation rippled through the arena as William's voice boomed with determination. "Activating Vesryn Pulse!" he exclaimed, clutching his chest with fervor. A palpable energy crackled in the air, signaling the imminent release of his formidable power.
In a mesmerizing metamorphosis, the child underwent a radical transformation, morphing into a fearsome wyvern-like lizard. Every aspect of this creature was cloaked in a vivid shade of moss green, creating an otherworldly presence within the arena. Its striking red eyes, adorned with yellow sclera, glimmered with a menacing aura, reflecting a deep-seated malevolence.
The creature's wings and arms fused together seamlessly, reminiscent of a bat's structure, granting it an eerie and ethereal grace. As it opened its maw, a ghastly green gaseous smoke billowed forth, adding an additional layer of trepidation to its already imposing visage. Without a doubt, this creature before me was a formidable Venom Dragon, exuding an aura of poison and danger that sent shivers down my spine.
A surge of frustration coursed through me as I attempted to unleash my own Vesryn Pulse, only to find my body unresponsive to my commands. It dawned upon me that the noxious gas I had involuntarily inhaled earlier may have taken its toll, rendering me incapacitated. The effects of the noxious fumes had spread through my system, leaving me immobilized and robbed of the ability to activate my powers.
"Hahaha!" William laughed like a madman. "You finally inhaled my neurotoxin bombs. You're now as good as dead! With you unable to move, I can finally assure free hits!"
As the Venom Dragon prepared its next devastating attack, a lime vaporous orb materialized within its gaping maw. The ominous energy coalesced, surging with malevolence, before it was propelled towards me with alarming speed and accuracy. The perilous projectile hurtled through the air, its trajectory aimed directly at my immobilized form.
My senses heightened, the realization of my vulnerability weighing heavily upon me. The Shield Plate I wore offered some measure of protection, with its battery power standing at a relatively healthy 87%. Yet, despite the reserves of defense still available to me, the inability to move rendered them futile. A growing sense of dread settled within my core as the battle teetered on the edge of defeat.
"Are you totally forgetting me!?" A voice erupted with fiery determination, cutting through the despair that had consumed me. My eyes widened as I witnessed Airi's astonishing display of resilience and valor. With a powerful kick that propelled her from the ground, she soared into the air, defying gravity itself.
Enhanced by cybernetic boosters and adorned with majestic white platinum wings that shimmered in the ambient light, Airi became a force to be reckoned with. She descended upon the venomous ball unleashed by the Venom Dragon, her impact punctuating the air with a resounding crash.
Though my voice remained trapped within the confines of my weakened lungs, my heart swelled with a profound sense of gratitude and awe as I witnessed Airi's unwavering resolve. The worries that had plagued my thoughts momentarily faded into insignificance as she pressed on, her flight imbued with unwavering speed and determination.
With each powerful beat of her platinum wings, Airi propelled herself through the air, a symbol of indomitable spirit. The gusts of wind that trailed in her wake seemed to carry with them a tangible aura of resilience, sweeping away the shadows of doubt that had threatened to engulf us.
"You idiots totally forgot that machine-based dragons like me are completely immune to any kinds of poison!" Airi smirked.
With a daring flair, Airi brandished the stolen photon sabers, their radiant glow illuminating the battlefield. Swift as the wind, she lunged forward towards the spiky-haired knight, her expertise in swordplay evident in every calculated movement. Her mastery of aerial maneuvering added a new dimension to her prowess, making her an unstoppable force soaring through the air.
Airi's agility knew no bounds as she weaved and danced through the skies, her graceful motions defying gravity itself. It was a mesmerizing spectacle to behold, her swordsmanship and flight merging seamlessly to create a display of unparalleled skill. Her every strike was precise and unwavering, a testament to her years of dedicated training.
In contrast, William found himself at a distinct disadvantage in this sword fight. His trusty pipe, once a weapon of choice, paled in comparison to Airi's formidable prowess. It served only as a vessel for launching poison bombs, offering little assistance against the swift and agile dragonoid that now assailed him from above. His venom dragon, confined to the ground, stood helpless, unable to lend its support.
The clash of steel filled the air as Airi's relentless assault wore down William's Shield Plate. The barrier diminished rapidly, its energy depleting with each expertly executed sword combo. The numbers dwindled: 73%, 65%, 50%, 30%, 12%, until finally, the Shield Plate's power reached its limit—0%. In mere seconds, Airi's unyielding pressure had drained the shield's energy, leaving William vulnerable and defenseless against her relentless onslaught.
"The victorious one is Amphere Harrison, and his skillful dragonoid swordswoman!" The emcee's voice boomed through the arena, punctuated by the triumphant blare of the buzzer. The crowd erupted into a frenzy of exuberance, their cheers and applause reverberating throughout the stadium.
In the midst of the jubilant chaos, Airi came to my aid, her strong shoulder providing support as she helped me rise. With gentle determination, she guided me forward, her unwavering presence a pillar of strength in my moment of weakness. The crowd's fervor reached a crescendo, their admiration for our hard-fought victory palpable in the air.
Amidst the deafening applause and the sea of cheering faces, Airi and I navigated the arena, our steps steady and resolute.
Duchess Corasell, her impatience thinly veiling her concern, stood anxiously by the door. Her fingers drummed a nervous rhythm upon her arm, a telltale sign of her restless anticipation. As her gaze fell upon Airi, carrying me towards her, a wave of relief washed over her, prompting an immediate response.
Without hesitation, Duchess Corasell closed the distance between us, her swift stride betraying her urgency. In a sudden and unexpected gesture, her hand swung through the air, delivering a resounding slap to my right cheek. The impact, although muted by the lingering effects of the toxin, left behind a vibrant flush upon my skin.
The sting of the slap was superseded by the knowledge that it was an act borne out of concern and frustration. Duchess Corasell's actions, though seemingly harsh, were driven by a genuine desire to jolt me back to awareness. Her love and protective instinct for me were evident in that single, powerful strike, a wake-up call amidst the haze of the toxin's numbing effects.
"How dare you fight recklessly like that? How can I entrust you the progress of the bill if you're just a useless half-assed knight!? That's not how you fought with the Black Phantom! That's not how you fought when you protected me!"