"What?" exclaimed Vortex with a grimace on her face and slammed the table.
"You mean, my lord, you picked a fight with Barachiel?" included Mavros.
Miden nodded silently and then took a sip of a coffee and then exhaling some air.
"But why would you do that?" continued Vortex.
"I have no idea." said Miden. "But I can't back off now."
Vortex nodded in acceptence and then started to have a thought in her mind, maybe of the fight and then Mavros followed the same.
"Now" said Mavros, "What rank did you score? I mean on the entrance test?"
Miden smiled with an uncanny wonder in his mind. He questioned why he would be invited to the place but had never brought it up. He thought for a while before answering:
"What did Barachiel score?"
"42nd out of the 64." claimed Ariel coming in trough the door and taking a seat.
Miden got calm that he was below half and then made a sigh of relief.
"Don't be so calm." interrupted Ariel "Not yet. He was lowered a few rank because of the intelligence and philosophy test. He would absolutely been up on the high ranks if it would've been for power. Especially his magic. There are no restrictions in your battle are there?"
Miden nodded in a 'no'.
"That's what I thought." she continued, thiking. "His power would highten his strength even more. I don't think you should take this. His ability is-"
Miden inturupted her with a 'shsh' and with a finger to her mouth.
"I need not know that." said he.
It wasn't arrogance he had. He wanted a good thrill in his fight. It was a stupid move to no go in without a plan, even to him, but he wanted this. He wanted to make it fair as he didn't know Miden's powers as well.
Ariel took it otherwise. There was quite an furious and an angry expression haunting her innocent face. Her eyes became meanecing.
"What exactly was your rank? Miden Abyssheart?"
Miden did not say anything and insted just nodded in response.
"Who do you think you are?" said she in fury.
"Why are you anngry?" said he.
Ariel calmed down and realised her mistake. She apologized in a low voice and then became quite embarrassed. She hid her face behind her blond, luscious hair.
"Do you have something to do with that Barachiel?" questioned he "I'm sure you do."
She did not answer for a while but Miden did not wait. He streched his arms and then headed towards the door.
"What do you think?" questioned Vortex. "Would you win?"
"I've heard a lot of questions for today." said he in a lazy voice, "But for that question. I would definitely win."
And then he left.
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It was finally the day of the battle.
In the respected Colosseum of the land of Zen, the battle between two classmates was about to take place. The sky growled at them in broad daylight.
Unfortunately for Miden, there were students gathered from Zen at the place. Most were first years but there were second, third and fourth years as well. Miden did not appriciate this fact but did not hate it either.
From the left side entered Barachiel Thunderclap in a proper knights Armor and carrying a sword. He still had the terrible pride following his lead.
From the right entered Miden Abyssheart. The unknown, mysterious demon prince. He was not going to be in that position for long, he might have to show his powers in this fight.
There was a signal. The battle had commenced.
"What a pitiful face." said Miden in a low voice.
"You're face is going to be crushed." he replied.
He seemed to be thinking much wider in the battle field. Something that Miden did not expect to be. This was something that could be worried about but not for Miden.
Miden did not move and thus Barachiel took the first move. He leaped fast but Miden could easily see it and was able to dodge it and he hit his sword on the land of the Colosseum.
Then he turned around with a quick speed, something that a lightning user would normally do. The speed was not yet remarkable for a lightning user tough.
Miden decided to not block this as he did not sense any spell or magic coming from this attack. He did not expect the result.
He got knocked back by the attack and be was damaged. Reo and the squad of Miden grew concered and the Princess was present as well.
What power, thought Miden.
"Are you surprised." laughed Barachiel, "This is just the beginning of your doom, Miden Abyssheart."
Miden smiled knowing his situation. He was going to go out.
"Destructive Spell:" he chanted, "Thwack"
He striked Barachiel down to the Colosseum wall and he crashed onto it. His armour was damaged and he coughed. It was an amazing speed and an even amazing power. He flew a long distance over that.
"What was that?" he said.
The Angel for up and then got into a fighting position with his sword supporting him. He raised his sword and then got in a strike.
"You really are different." Miden said as he floated above his shoulders with a faster pace than his and then knocks him down in the floor.
"With that speed," he said "you can't score the rank that you have now. But... there is definitely something. Something that gave you this terror among them..."
He eyed Barachiel for a while. After the end of the scentence of Miden, Barachiel got angry and his eyes turned red.
"You-" he said raising up from the ground with a still waving his body, "You will not underestimate me now. I will be the victor."
He looked at Miden's face and then smiled. A think trail of blood trickled down his face. Barachiel threw away his sword towards Miden and then raising his arms to his front.
"Anima!" he yelled. The crowd became engaged, Miden's team leaned forward, there was meanace in the air, Miden noticed what was about to happen and thus got into a defensive postion.
"Gravis Tonitrua." he completed the opening of his Anima.
There he stood in an enchanted Thunder Armour. There was a sword that had more magic than Miden had expected. It had wings facing downward to the handle. The sword was entirely magic. Thunder Magic.
"Unleash your Anima, Miden!" he yelled towards Miden, who still stood smiling in the place with him facing the ground.
"I wouldn't need to." he replied.
He was furious. There were talks going among the crowd, they all were about his Anima and the great risk that Miden was about to face. It was like a raging thunder storm.
The first tier , thought Miden.
Miden walked slowly towards the side of Barachiel that he threw the sword at. Barachiel did not react he just watched. Miden walked towards the sword and then picked it up and raised it in the air.
"This is what I will need." he declared to Barachiel.
"Those are mere bluffs." said he, "You can't fool someone like me. I will smite you down from the skys up above."
"Tch" Miden called, swinging his sword, testing it, "I will climb a towering hight and then make you fall."
Barachiel attack but not in a fit of rage, it was a proper planned attack: right at his heart. Miden used his mere hands to take the blow and there was a blast of smoke caused by the thunder and friction with the soil flying in the air. It was unclear, the result of the attack that is.
Barachiel smiled expecting Miden fallen on the ground but that was not it. He was damaged a lot, just at his palm with a hole dug trough it. He rose his shaking hand up to his face and then faced his palm towards Barachiel.
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"This is all you could've done." said he as the hole on his arm heald within a few seconds as he watched in surprise, with terror in his eyes.
"This..." said Mavros sitting in the crowd.
"What's wrong, Mavros?" replied Vortex.
"This speed of regeneration. This level." he gulped in awe, "We have underestmated him. By a very big margin."
"What do you mean?" questioned Ariel.
"You will see." he said.
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"Oh" said Barachiel in an realisation. "You are a Demon aren't you? You can heal."
"You fool." Miden replied with a still smile on his face, "You don't know much about us, do you now."
Miden juped towards him with a lightning quick speed but it was nothing that a thunder wielder would not see. He casted fastly,
"Preservative Spell: Resilience"
Miden's punch landed on the shield and then there was an air flow between it. The shield began to crumble and Barachiel fell to the ground.
With raw power., Barachiel thought, He is worse than I expected him to be.
Barachiel got up and then thought something over for a while.
I have no other choice, I must win. I have to use this.
Barachiel got ready to chant. He looked towards Miden with eyes fierce as a bull. He closed his eyes and that split moment was enough for Miden to strike.
He got near his, extremely close and Barachiel felt that, he opend his eyes but it was too late.
"Destructive Spell" he chanted in a whisper and then completed in his ears.
Barachiels eyes were left wide open as he knelt before Miden. Miden stood still with an expressionless face.
"I resign." Miden declared.
There were voices from the crowd none of which Miden cared to listen to. He walked out of where he came from. As for Barachiel, he did not move.
As the judge came over to declare him the winner. He fell to the ground.
He had lost first.