The tension in the air thickened as Journ's hand became a conduit for an unexpected surge of power. Crackling with intensity, a bolt of lightning seemed to originate from his outstretched hand, coursing through his body in erratic bursts.
The ground shuddered beneath them, fissures fracturing the once-solid floor, while debris and rubble swirled ominously in the charged atmosphere.
Az's senses tingled with an impending sense of danger, a warning that compelled him to take immediate action. With every passing moment, the electricity crackling around Journ seemed to grow more potent, the energy building with an alarming intensity.
He instinctively knew he had to distance himself from Journ's focal point, anticipating an imminent explosion of energy that threatened to consume everything in its wake.
Az swiftly planted the blaster side of his hammer into the ground, triggering its reload mechanism, and preparing for the imminent surge of energy.
As the weapon's fiery element began to swirl, Az braced himself for what was to come, readying to respond to the escalating chaos around him.
Journ's body crackled with a rapidly accumulating charge, electricity dancing around him.
Suddenly, the energy surged and exploded, creating a shockwave that rippled outward. It was too late for Az to evade or take cover.
Using his Arcane Maulstaff as a makeshift shield, Az braced himself for the imminent detonation. The explosive force hit him with a powerful jolt, causing him to stagger backward.
Despite his efforts to stand firm, the intense gravity push from the blast threatened to overwhelm him, his feet scraping against the ground as he fought to maintain his footing.
If Az couldn't steady himself against the onslaught, he risked being thrown off balance and propelled away by the relentless surge of power.
As the burst ceased, Az cautiously withdrew his hammer, surveying the aftermath. Journ's transformation was unmistakable—his once-cloaked form evaporated, replaced by an electric aura enveloping his body.
The air around him crackled and seemed to ignite, consumed by the fierce energy emanating from him. With a chilling intensity, Journ locked eyes with Az, his gaze harboring an intent to kill that sent shivers down Az's spine.
As Journ took his first step, the ground shattered beneath his feet, unable to withstand the raw power coursing through him. Az, despite the dire situation, managed to crack a joke under his breath, "How much is your electricity bill..."
His words were cut short as Journ lunged forward, a lightning-fast assault that sent Az hurtling backward, unable to keep up with the overwhelming speed of the attack.
As Az soared through the air, he spotted Journ, his hand crackling with powerful electricity, ready to deliver a devastating strike. Reacting swiftly, Az activated his blaster and initiated a spinning motion mid-air, altering his trajectory to avoid the impending attack.
Journ's electrified form collided with a nearby wall, the impact shaking the very foundation. As the dust began to settle, Az's heart sank at the sight: Journ emerged unscathed from the wall.
As Az descended, he witnessed Journ's unsettling calmness, hand crackling with menacing electricity. With a swift gesture, Journ summoned his javelin, infusing it with the potent energy that enveloped him.
Az's landing was met with imminent danger, the air charged with anticipation as Journ prepared to strike.
The javelin was launched with blistering speed towards Az's previous position. Reacting on instinct, Az summoned his hammer, using its blaster as a propeller to propel himself away from the imminent impact.
As the javelin collided with the ground where Az had stood moments ago, destruction ensued, leaving a smoking crater in its wake, replacing the ground where Az had been mere moments before.
Even as the javelin's speed slightly decreased, however, the destruction it left in its wake was devastating.
He knew that if he had taken the full brunt of that strike, his fate would've been dire – disintegration was not high on his to-do list, even with his uncanny inability to die.
Caught between awe and humor, Az muttered to himself, "I'm not one to wait around and see what it will do to me."
In a flurry of action, Az initiated his move before Journ could call back his javelin. Running with his hammer scraping the ground, he reloaded it while simultaneously firing his blaster to propel himself toward Journ.
With a resounding swing, Az aimed the hammer at Journ, augmenting its impact by activating the blaster once more.
The hammer struck the wall with an echoing boom, but in the blink of an eye, Journ appeared at the opposite end of the hall as the javelin was in his hand, charging it once more as he hurles it toward Az.
Unyielding, Az used his hammer's blaster to increase his distance from the impending attack, ensuring he avoided the javelin's deadly path.
In the midst of the chaos, Az was hurled backward by the force of the explosion from both the javelin's destruction and his own hammer blaster.
As he soared through the air, he heard a chilling tone in Journ's voice, the words dripping with a sense of frenzied desperation. "Human... Kill... Die..." The words echoed in the hall, resonating with a sense of erratic fervor, hinting at the unraveling sanity of the formidable alien captain.
As Az descended, desperately seeking a place to land, he couldn't help but comment, "I like you better before."
Az's body was electrified from the impact, felt a surge of pain coursing through him as he landed on the ground. But as he looked at his hammer, he noticed a slight shift in its fiery element, transitioning to a crackling electricity.
His mind sparked with an idea, though risky. "No pain, no gain," he muttered, leaning on his hammer as determination fuelled his resolve as he stared at the captain.
As Az took a deep breath, he propelled himself forward, swinging his hammer with determined force, he initiated a rapid succession of blaster shots.
Journ, with electrifying speed, darted away from Az's oncoming assault, their movements leaving behind a trail of crackling lightning and faint mirages.
Az adjusted his trajectory mid-flight, determined to chase down the elusive captain. The scene was a dance of blurring streaks, their movements becoming a mesmerizing display of speed and power.
The hall echoed with the sound of thunderous footsteps, resonating with the sheer intensity of their chase. Sparks and bolts of energy painted the air as they weaved through the space, locked in an electrifying pursuit.
As the chase continued, Az pushed himself, testing the limits of himself and his new weapon, determined to close the gap and confront Journ, who seemed to be teetering on the edge of control.
The stakes were high, and the chase became a symphony of energy, each motion is a testament to their determination and prowess in this electrifying duel.
With a keen sense of Journ's movement, Az visualized potential trajectories and predicted his opponent's evasive tactics. In a calculated display, Az initiated his attack, aiming his hammer directly at Journ.
As the hammer descended, Journ moved to block the strike. In that crucial moment, Az halted the hammer's descent and altered his course with lightning-fast reflexes, deftly diverting the hammer's trajectory and harnessing its force to pivot himself mid-motion redirecting the force to spin himself around.
With fierce determination, Az lunged forward, propelled, and aimed the blaster side directly at Journ. The impact grazed Journ before he swiftly retreated, maintaining a cautious distance between them.
From a safe distance, Journ looked down upon Az, a condescending expression etched on his face, as if daring Az to continue.
"Your efforts are useless, human," his words reverberated through the air, an attempt to undermine Az's effort and resilience. Despite the graze, Journ seemed unaffected, his confidence unshaken, an unsettling calmness surrounding him.
Instead of despair, Az's confidence radiated through his smirk, a glint of determination shining in his eyes. "Nothing useless," he retorted, pointing his hammer directly at Journ.
In a mesmerizing display, a new element surged forth from the previously fiery blaster. The hammer crackled and hummed, transforming into an amalgamation of fiery blaze intertwined with lightning.
Name: Arcane Maulstaff (Modified)
Description: A hammer crafted from pulsating arcane energies, seamlessly melded through an intricate fusion of foreign technology and imbued with the crackling essence of otherworldly lightning
STR | Strength: C
DEX | Dexterity: C
INT | Intelligence: -
ARC | Arcane: F
Passive: Strength and Dexterity increase slightly when utilizing the blaster propeller (Cooldown: 3 seconds per activation)
As the lightning surged from the blaster hammer, Az felt an overwhelming surge of power coursing through him. The air crackled and sparked with electricity, mirroring the charged atmosphere between Az and Journ.
The sudden fusion of elements within his weapon filled Az with a renewed sense of determination, a belief that perhaps this unforeseen power surge could tip the scales in his favor.
Journ, on the other hand, looked intrigued but unperturbed by the display of newfound elemental prowess. His calm demeanor remained unshaken, but an inkling of curiosity gleamed in his eyes, silently acknowledging the change in the battlefield dynamics.