The sword's orange hilt was curved and adorned with flowers. Its blade was made out of flames and was shorter than usual swords. As the Valkyrie raised her sword up, the new King wasted no time to rush in for the kill.
One could only imagine the look on the man's face when Mavislin switched her position to block his daggers. His bright blue eyes were racked with fear and disbelief, and he was so sure that the stance would've never been physically possible to move from.
And yet, she did it in less than a blink of an eye. The clash between weapons happened so quickly that the man couldn't decide on his next moves, allowing Mavislin to push forwards.
A single step, and off flew the poor stickman. The Valkyrie laughed as she wasted no time, propelling herself to attack the man again. They exchanged clashes, sparks flying as they ran around the perimeters of the Old Chapel, knocking a few trees from their roots.
Despite not knowing this forest for very long, the man knew how to do sharp turns to sway Mavislin's attacks. He was agile and quick, even cutting down branches that the Valkyrie would use to back her fall.
"Not bad… You don't see a human keeping up with me every day," praised Mavislin as she backflipped away from another swipe by the man.
"This is my first time fighting such a powerful person. I'll take those words as a compliment," replied the man, landing on a low branch.
The two lunged at each other once more, with the man missing the strike since Mavislin shifted positions again by backflipping. But this time, she chose to do a roundhouse kick in midair.
With the sheer luck left in that poor stickman, he managed to block the attack because of his defensive dagger. Mavislin let out a sharp breath before disengaging and landing on another branch.
"You've got luck on your side today… But don't think you can have that daily!" yelled Mavislin, thrusting her swords towards the man.
With a single brain cell left in that skull of his, Mavislin's opponent decided it was a great idea to kick the fire blade upwards. Mavislin undeniably was shocked but grinned as she jumped upwards and caught the blade.
"Never thought I'd use her method!" shouted the Valkyrie as she positioned the sword forward in the way of the man's head.
The man moved away from the attack, with the blade knicking some of those light brown locks. The poor stick boy was then met by a kick from Mavislin that sent him flying into another tree. Again, the contortion of the body…
Is that why his friend warned him about meeting with these Mages of the Arks? Maybe he should have chosen the life of drinking and women again. Seems much less deadly that have to deal with these… Beasts.
"Don't think we Mages only rely on our Magecraft to fight… Physical fights are one of my favorite things to do when I'm-"
Another gunshot rang out, causing the Valkyrie to stop her sentence. Mavislin sighed and walked over to the man struggling to get up. She merely gave a big smile as she dropped two broken and deshelled bullets onto the ground in front of the man.
It was the only first and ever time the man felt fear paralyze him. Is this the true power of the Arks? The man put on his best poker face to hide that horrible fear.
"Now, tell me… Why did you choose to shoot us instead of a greeting, like a normal being?" questioned the Valkyrie, raising an eyebrow.
The man sighed and tossed a look of annoyance at Mavislin.
"Your friend woke me up by tossing me out of my bed. Keep in mind I'm a busy guy. Besides, I go by Phanm. Pleased to meet you," replied the King of the Campania's underworld.
The Valkyrie laughed as she forced the blade to vanish and extended a helping hand towards the stickman. Now that she could look him up close, Mavislin realized why Vernice disliked this new King outright.
He was indeed quite handsome, with a pale complexion and gorgeous, wavy, light brown hair. Not to mention that his bright, baby-blue eyes were enough to make the strongest of women fall for him. Maybe it's bright enough to be a beacon for a dark night.
And to top it all off, the man was wearing a long black cloak with a black shirt and pants underneath. His boots were quite decent for combat but worn out. The whole get-up looked cool enough to rival Raiyen's wear.
Phanm wasted no time to grab that hand and hoist himself upright. Dusting himself and cracking a few knuckles, the new King smiled at Mavislin and looked around.