In the midst of the battle, Alexn desperately sought an opening to strike back, still reeling from the shock of seeing his comrade blasted and forced to retreat. He now stood alone against the overwhelming might of Hex, who relentlessly pressed the attack.
Alexn dodged, weaved, and countered to the best of his abilities, doing everything in his power to avoid getting killed by Hex. The tables had turned dramatically, and he found himself fighting for his own survival as he attempted to fend off Hex's relentless onslaught.
The battle between Hex and Alexn raged on, and as they clashed, Alexn could feel the intensity in Hex's attacks. It was evident that Hex was fighting with a newfound ferocity, his blows more ruthless and precise. In the midst of their combat, Hex's accusation rang out like a thunderclap.
"You killed him!" Hex accused Alexn, his voice filled with anger and grief as he blamed the lieutenant for Arnold's death. The weight of the loss had fueled Hex's determination, and he fought with every intention of avenging his fallen comrade.
As Hex's powerful blow sent Alexn crashing into the wall and then slamming onto the ground repeatedly, the lieutenant was left reeling.
He realized that if Hex continued with this relentless assault, he might share the same fate as his comrade or worse – death. Desperation overcame him as he sought to buy some time or find an opportunity.
Alexn's eyes darted to Arnold's lifeless body nearby, and he seized the moment to shift their battle closer to the fallen forms.
Hex's focus wavered as they fought dangerously close to Arnold's lifeless body, fearing that any inadvertent strike might desecrate the body.
Hex's movements slowed slightly, providing Alexn with an opening. With a quick increase in his attack intensity, Alexn managed to slip a punch through Hex's defenses.
Through Alexn frenzied punches, Hex was forced near a wall, but he maintained his composure. His Vitality skill was still active, rendering the wall collision relatively inconsequential.
Amid the chaos, a scream pierced the air – it was a voice Hex recognized, the voice of one of the lieutenants. As the dust began to settle, Hex witnessed a gruesome scene: Alexn was consuming his fallen, immobile comrade. It was a horrifying sight that sent chills down Hex's spine.
Through bloody, gruesome jaws, Alexn mumbled, "This is how you do it, right?" His mouth was smeared with the blood of his comrade, and an eerie smile curled across his face.
In desperation, an idea sparked in Alexn's mind, a theory that connected the dots as to how Hex had suddenly become more powerful than before. The catalyst, he realized, lay in Arnold's lifeless body.
Alexn's theory proved correct, and he could feel a newfound power surging into his body from consuming his comrade.
Hex, consumed by his rage and grief, didn't care about the details of Alexn's twisted theories. He launched himself toward Alexn with a powerful punch, but to his shock, Alexn managed to stop the punch with just one hand.
A maniacal laughter erupted from Alexn's mouth, and Hex found himself astounded by Alexn's recently gained strength.
Then, with a quick and powerful punch, Alexn struck Hex. Hex managed to block the blow, but the clash revealed that their powers were now evenly matched.
"Let me thank you human, tell me your name?" Alexn asked for Hex's name, Hex felt a deep sense of disgust at the question.
Hex was about to respond with another attack when a notification suddenly popped up;
"Your mana is almost depleted, both skills will be deactivated in 360 seconds."
Informing him that his mana was almost spent. He had only a few minutes before it would be completely drained. This was to be expected since he had activated two skills simultaneously.
However, what had happened to Alexn with his newfound power was unexpected.
Alexn took advantage of Hex's momentary distraction as he stared at the notification. "If you won't make the first move," he taunted, "I will."
This time, Alexn's attack was relentless and deadly. While Hex had previously managed to push Alexn around with his overwhelming power, it was clear that their strength was now on par.
The outcome of their battle would be determined not by power but by their experience and skill in martial arts.
The ground beneath Az and Beatrice quivered as the clash between Hex and Alexn sent shockwaves through the area. Az, concerned about the source of the disturbance, turned to Beatrice and asked, "Should we go check out what's causing all this commotion? It sounds like a fierce battle."
Beatrice, her eyes filled with worry, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, we should find out what's happening. Our team members might need help."
With a shared sense of determination, they moved towards the epicenter of the conflict, bracing themselves for the unknown challenges that lay ahead.
As Az and Beatrice approached the site of the intense battle, the echoes of clashing forces grew louder. The air was thick with tension, and both of them could feel the gravity of the situation.
Suddenly, a powerful shockwave emanated from the clash, throwing debris and dust into the air.
They arrived at the scene to witness Hex and Alexn locked in a fierce struggle. Az gasped, his eyes widening at the sight of the intense clash. "That's Hex," he muttered to Beatrice, recognizing his teammate.
Ever the strategist, Az assessed the situation. "We need to find a way to help Hex. It seems like he's up against a tough opponent."
As they moved closer, Az's mind raced with questions. Hex's strength was undoubtedly high, but this time, it felt different. It was as if Hex had become much stronger than the last time Az saw him. "What could have happened?" Az pondered aloud.
He turned to Beatrice, only to find her on her knees, tears streaming down her face. Following her gaze, Az saw the lifeless body of someone he knew too well—it was Arnold. The weight of the loss bore heavily on Beatrice, her sobs echoing in the chaotic atmosphere.
Az knew he couldn't count on Beatrice for support in this moment. Determination set in his eyes as he resolved to go alone to help Hex.
Just as Az was about to intervene, another figure materialized in front of him. Even though the being merely stood there, Az sensed an overwhelming aura that momentarily made him forget the intense battle unfolding between Hex and the alien.
Az attempted to take a step forward, but his movement halted abruptly as the mysterious being uttered a chilling warning, "Take another step, and you are a dead man." His gaze remained fixed on the intense battle between Hex and the lieutenant alien, a silent reminder of the stakes involved.
The figure's presence wasn't as overtly intimidating as Byurn or Gorgn, but it carried an air of undeniable authority. Az strained to hear the figure's words as he observed the ongoing battle.
"I thought I was coming here only to invite him to see the higher-ups," the figure mused, seemingly unaware or unconcerned that Az could hear.
After a brief pause, he continued, "Didn't expect to witness something... interesting." The cryptic remark left Az with more questions than answers.
Az, ready to spring into action, observed the figure closely, anticipating whether he would intervene in the ongoing battle.
Suddenly, the figure's voice cut through the tension, catching Az off guard, "Don't worry, I won't interfere." The assurance hung in the air, leaving Az baffled about the figure's true intentions.
The figure continued to watch the fierce battle between Hex and Alexn unfold, his gaze unwavering. Az, torn between the desire to aid Hex and the uncertainty surrounding the mysterious figure, hesitated for a moment.
Meanwhile, the clash between Hex and Alexn reached a critical point. Both combatants were pushing their limits, each strike carrying the weight of their determination and emotions.
Hex, fueled by grief and rage, aimed to avenge Arnold's death, while Alexn fought with newfound strength, driven by the consumption of his fallen comrade.
As Az debated his next move, the figure finally spoke, "Your friend seems to be holding his own quite well. A formidable human, I must admit."
Az, still wary, questioned the figure's motives, "Why are you here? What do you want?"
The figure chuckled, a low, resonant sound, "I am an observer, merely intrigued by the unexpected turn of events. I have no intention of interfering with the affairs of your kind unless I had to."
On the other hand, Az, torn between his duty to help his friend and the uncertainty surrounding the observer, contemplated his next move.
The ambiguous nature of the being's presence heightened the tension in the air. The figure, seemingly indifferent to Az's concerns, kept his attention fixed on the unfolding battle.
Az's heart jolted in horror as Beatrice's anguished scream echoed through the tumultuous battleground. His gaze snapped to Hex, and a shockwave of disbelief rippled through him. The once defiant warrior now stood, his guts impaled by the menacing hand of the alien lieutenant.