Ezra's eyes widen as he rushes towards Reymond, the strangely dressed man in the middle has his hand pointed towards Reymond with a wide smile on his face as flames begin to appear.
Ezra grabs Reymond in just the nick of time.
"They take you by force."
Reymond faints in Ezra's arms. Ezra slowly puts him down and has an annoyed look on his face.
"Ah, it seems like you are well informed of who we are. That makes things much easier! How joyous a day! Two new servants of Shavaxi!"
"New servants my ass! I never said that I'd join your weird cult!"
While Ezra is enraged by their methods, he was more joyful than angry. This is the perfect opportunity that he's been envisioning since he got onto the carriage. But there's only one issue. Mr. Reymond is out cold.
Ezra grabs his hair and begins to ponder to himself frantically.
"Who's gonna tell the story of us beating you guys up if we have no witnesses!"
The Envoy leader now visibly annoyed by Ezra's arrogance twitches his eye. He ponders about whether Ezra's extremely stupid or just really wants to die. Nonetheless he snaps his fingers and the two men besides him rush towards Ezra.
The envoy leader approaches Samael slowly with his hand out.
"And your decision? Will you be foolish like your friend or will you willingly accept Shivaxi?"
No matter how you look at it, Samael is in a very unfavorable situation. If he declines he has to fight this muscular pyromaniac. And if he accepts he still gets burned and then he ends up becoming one of those crazy pyromaniacs.
The leader treads closer to Samael, with each step he takes Samael's heart pounds stronger and faster.
Thoughts begin to flood Samaels brain. Why out of all the carriages it has to be his? Why not normal bandits? And why the hell does he have to fight the leader.
The sound of frantic breathing overpowers his thoughts, the combo of sweaty and shaky hands make it difficult to hold the spear. And he can only think one sentence.
"My life is in danger."
The man is now directly in front of Samael preparing a flame incantation.
Samael is torn, does he run?
Scream?
Accept his fate?
No.
He survives.
With thoughts of fear and contemplation rushing through his brain just one voice stands out.
"Shut up!"
"Grip your spear and fight!"
And before Samael knew it the bottom half of his spear was pointed upwards and the leader was in the air.
Ezra sees this and expresses his exitement for Samael.
"Hell yeah!"
The man slowly gets up and pops his jaw back into place. He wipes the blood from his mouth and nose with a hint of agitation.
"How foolish."
While at the same time Ezra is now engaged in a two against one battle. Without a second of thought Ezra rushes towards the weaker looking of the two, his thought process being that the bigger one could probably take a punch better.
He closes the distance and aims for a punch to the face but the other envoy quickly jumps in front of him acting as shield. Envoy 1 uses this opportunity to get behind Ezra and grab his foot with a whip, slamming Ezra into the ground. He prepares to send a volley of flames towards Ezra.
But before this could happen Ezra catches himself, and rushes in to make another attempt at his first attack, but once again envoy 2 stops him acting as a shield. But this time Ezra grabs envoy 2 and throws off into the forest.
"Now it's just us."
Ezra does a sweep to knock the envoy down and hits him with a heavy uppercut as he's falling. The envoy attempts to catch himself but Ezra is already there hitting him with a heavy kick to the back of his neck. Sending him into the ground, leaving him unconscious.
But before Ezra even has the chance to appreciate his victory a giant ball of flame comes rolling towards Ezra, he barely dodges it and the ball runs into a tree. The ball stops and it's revealed that the giant flaming sphere was envoy 2. The envoy sends a spiral of flames towards Ezra. Ezra dodges it, dashes behind the envoy, and throws a flurry of punches at the envoys back. The envoy swiftly turns and throws an arc of flame towards Ezra.
He can't hit Ezra, and Ezra can't bring him down.
"This might take a while."
At the same time, Samael's battle heats up.
The leader chucks a flurry of flaming spheres towards Samael.
"Shit."
Samael rushes towards the leader using a zig-zag movement in attempt to avoid the flames, as he narrowly dodges them he feels the heat and intensity of each sphere.
He uses the back of his spear to flurry the man with strikes, the leader catches himself and raises his hand in the air to prepare another incantation.
In this moment fear overtakes Samael. Every movement the leader makes is potentially fatal to Samael, he doesn't want to die nor does he want to be stuck with flame solra for the rest of his life. He can't stop thinking about it, and so whenever the man moves, even if it's just a little, the fear in Samael's body will push him away.
But if he fights like that, he can't win. Samael bites down on his shaky palms, he keeps biting until blood is drawn. And his eyes focus on the the man in front of him.
Samael rushes towards the leader, the leader retaliates throwing arks of flame towards Samael, he does a series of movements to dodge the arks, left, right, slide, and once he closes the distance between him in the man he changes his grip on the spear and smacks it on the side of the leaders head. Sending him into a nearby tree.
"Enough!"
The leader slams his palms into the ground and streams of flame begin to chase down Samael. He attempts to dodge them while closing the distance between him and his adversary. But like a whip one of the streams wrap around his spear nearly unarming him.
The heat from the stream makes his spear extremely hot leaving various burns on his palms, he grits his teeth and he keeps pushing towards the man.
Samael finally closes the distance and prepares his spear one final strike but a whip like stream of fire wraps around his spear once again, but this time he's successfully disarmed. The man smiles and sends a burst of flame towards Samael, Samael blocks it with his right arm and backhands the man with his fist. Knocking him unconscious
Samael's arm is now severely burned, and he is in immense pain.
As the leader fell unconscious rhe second envoy rolled away from Ezra to create distance. Large flames begin to surround the second envoy and he begins to shrink in with, becoming slimmer by the second.
"Oh no."
Ezra doesn't know what he's doing but he knows it isn't good. Ezra rushes towards the man and begins to frown. A large sigil appears next to Ezra's right arm and sparks of red lighting follow. A great gravel scales arm forms around Ezra's arm, he uses the arm to throw the envoy up into the sky.
But it's too late. The envoy is now slim and malnourished, and a giant sigil appears in front of him. A great wave of flame rushes out of the sigil and its concentrated and aimed at the group.
"Shit, Ezra grab Mr. Raymond and the skinny dude. I'll get the the leader and we'll escape the forest before it hits."
"No, it's fine. I'll handle this just promise me something."
"What are you talking about! We have to go now!"
"Promise me you won't ask any questions until we've settled down in Escott."
"Now is seriously not the time!"
"Say you promise!"
"Fine! I promise! Now let's go!"
Ezra walks into the center of the wave. And a sigil appears behind his body. A great gravel scaled draconic head forms around Ezra.
Golden flames erupt from the mouth of the beast and rush towards the flames above, clashing. The flames above are completely overpowered and consumed by the golden flames until nothing is left. A husk of a man falls from the sky and streak of shock is seen on Samaels face.
"Let's get moving."