Chapter 25 : Fighting the Commander
Standing on the battlefield, Straight's gaze was fixed on the approaching members Wreaking Havoc. The air was charged with tension, both sides ready for the impending clash. Straight's heart raced with anticipation as a smirk appeared on his face.
As the Wreaking Havoc members drew closer, their footsteps resonated like a war drum. Their eyes held a mix of curiosity and wariness, as if they couldn't believe the audacity of this lone warrior who dared to challenge their guild. Straight's face remained hidden beneath a helmet, in which his true face was hidden beneath the Chameleon Visage to boot.
The members of Wreaking Havoc were equipped in formidable gear, their weapons glinting in the sunlight. They formed a semi-circle, surrounding Straight as if assessing him from all angles. Murmurs rippled through their ranks, speculating about the unknown assailant before them.
The tension in the air grew high, and then, one member stepped forward, a tall figure adorned in dark armor with a wickedly curved blade at his side. This was the Commander of Wreaking Havoc, a man who had gained a fearsome reputation in the gaming world.
Straight looked at the man with his discerning eyes. This was the moment he had been waiting for – a test of his strength against an opponent of this caliber. As the Commander of Wreaking Havoc came to a stop, his gaze locked onto Straight's hidden face, a challenge and a question in his eyes.
"You've got guts, I'll give you that," the Commander spoke, his voice carrying an air of authority and confidence. "But I don't know you, and I don't take kindly to intruders."
The Commander of Wreaking Havoc was known as Draegon Darkhart. He was a skilled and ruthless player, feared by many players.
Straight remained silent, his grip on his spear staff tightening as he readied himself. The wind rustled through the surrounding trees, a quiet anticipation settling over the battlefield.
Without further warning, the Commander of Wreaking Havoc launched into action. He moved with a grace that belied his heavy armor, his blade gleaming as it arced through the air towards Straight. Straight's reflexes kicked in, and he raised his spear staff to meet the strike. The clash of metal against metal resonated, sending shockwaves through the air.
Straight summoned a ball of fire into his hand and hurled it toward Draegon. The fireball exploded on impact, engulfing the area in flames and causing burning damage over time.
Draegon invoked a light shield that shimmered with radiant energy, deflecting Straight's incoming attacks. The shield absorbed the impact of blows, reducing the damage dealt to him.
Straight extended his hands and channeled his magical energy into the ground. The earth trembled as a wave of flames surged forth, engulfing Draegon in searing fire that inflicted continuous damage.
Draegon snorted as he bore the attack of Straight. His judgment was swift and unyielding. He raised his weapon high, calling upon the forces of light to empower his attack. A searing beam of light energy shot toward Straight, inflicting both physical and holy damage.
With a gesture, Straight conjured a bolt of lightning that streaked toward Draegon, electrifying the air. The lightning struck with incredible speed, delivering both electrical damage and a chance to stun the target temporarily.
*Booommm*
The two attacks met and created an explosion.
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The two warriors engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, each move powerful and precise. The Commander of Wreaking Havoc displayed mastery over his weapon, his attacks relentless and calculated. But Straight's movements were equally fluid, a dance of skill and strategy as he deflected and countered.
The battle raged on, the clash of their weapons echoing in the air. Spells were cast, and defensive barriers formed and shattered in the blink of an eye. Straight's mastery of the Battle Mage skills and his unique Lambasting Spear gave him an advantage, allowing him to seamlessly switch between magic and melee combat.
Draegon's eyes blazed with light-element fury as he activated his Avenging Wrath. His attacks became faster and more powerful, his movements guided by righteous wrath as he closed the distance between them. Draegon's anger fueled his strikes, each blow was also infused with the frustration of not being able to catch the mysterious troublemaker who had disrupted their guild before. The clash of his weapon against Straight's spear staff echoed with a ferocity that matched his emotions.
"You think you can meddle in my guild's affairs and walk away unscathed?" Draegon snarled, his voice laced with bitterness.
His weapon glowed with holy light as he unleashed a swift and precise strike. The strike carried not only physical force but also a burst of holy energy that burned against Straight's defenses.
Straight parried Draegon's strikes with deft precision, his movements on point and deliberate. His spear staff twirled in a dazzling display of skill as he deflected Draegon's onslaught. He erected a barrier of ice in front of him, providing temporary protection from Draegon's attacks. The ice absorbed some of the incoming damage while slowing down the movements of those who dared to approach.
Sensing his mana reserves dwindling, Straight tapped into his inner reserves to trigger a Mana Surge. This ability rapidly regenerated his mana, allowing him to continue unleashing his magic.
Gathering arcane energy, Straight unleashed a powerful blast that tore through the air and struck Draegon. The blast carried arcane damage, bypassing conventional defenses and potentially disorienting the target.
In a moment of peril, Draegon called upon the Blessing of Protection. A shimmering aura surrounded him, rendering him immune to harm for a brief duration. It allowed him to reposition and plan his counterattack.
The members of Wreaking Havoc watched in astonishment as the masked warrior held his own against their Commander. They had expected a brief encounter, not a battle of such intensity. The Commander's attacks were fierce, but Straight's resourcefulness and adaptability kept him in the fight.
With each skill, Draegon exhibited the expertise and unwavering faith of a Paladin. His mastery of defensive techniques allowed him to endure Straight's relentless assaults while retaliating with potent strikes infused with light element power. The battlefield crackled with energy as the clash between them ensued,
Straight's abilities as a Battle Mage were dynamic and versatile. He weaved spells into his melee attacks, creating a synergy between his magic and his spear. The battlefield transformed into a spectacle of elemental forces as fire, lightning, ice, and arcane energies clashed against Draegon's steadfast defenses and attacks. The confrontation between their combat styles intensified, leaving an indelible mark on the battlefield.
Time seemed to blur as the battle continued, both sides locked in a fierce struggle for dominance. Each strike, each spell cast, was a testament to their strength and determination.
The onlookers, mostly from Wreaking Havoc were astonished by the unexpected turn of events. Straight, a player of lower level, was putting up a fierce fight against Draegon, the seasoned Commander of their guild who was at a significantly higher level. Straight who around level 30 was able to hold his ground against Draegon who was around level 50.
Despite the Paladin class being considered a powerful advancement for warriors, the onlookers were astounded to witness Straight's relentless assault overwhelming Draegon, who himself was a Paladin. The battle between the two skilled combatants defied conventional expectations, showcasing that individual skill and strategy could often trump the advantages brought by class advancements alone.
As Straight skillfully employed his Battle Mage abilities and clashed with Draegon's Paladin skills, the onlookers couldn't help but be swept up in the intensity of the fight. The clash of magical and physical prowess created a spectacle that held everyone's attention, while the surrounding atmosphere seemed to pulse with the energy of their conflict.
The sight of a lower-level player going toe-to-toe with a higher-level Paladin was a testament to Straight's battle prowess.
"Enough! It's time to end this!" Draegon's voice reverberated through the battlefield as he summoned forth his ultimate technique, a move that had earned its reputation as his trump card for those who have witnessed it. He channeled the holy energy within him, gathering it into a radiant sphere of blinding light that hovered at his palm.