The surrounding area was devastated. Destruction was evident as flames, small craters, and scattered parts of the buildings are everywhere. Not to mention the occasional destroyed drones dropping to the ground.
Juha is at the top of a certain building. Her opponent is dashing towards her and showered her with relentless assault. Fortunately, Juha was able to avoid each attack and retaliated with her own. Her opponent, Serbara blocked and dodged Juha's attacks as well. Their ongoing battle had left them unscathed so far. None of them was hit or taken any sort of damage for as long as their fight goes. They fight and fight and fight and fight...that's just it. They fight however, they can clearly see than none of them is getting over the other. There are no turning tides of the battle so far. They fight in different styles. Juha with her hand to hand combat and long range ice abilities while Serbara with her swordmanship and purple flames. Different styles, different strengths, different approach, and yet they are evenly match.
Serbara had a frustrated look that can be seen through her uncovered eyes. She narrowed her eyes as she kept her focus towards her enemy.
'As expected of her. It seems that she still retained her strength despite the years that come by. She's still as strong as before,' Serbara thought.
Something suddenly burst right in front of her. Her eyes were able to identify the metallic arm that is rapidly reaching her face. With quick reflexes, she was able to step back and cut the robot in half. Just as it ended, she quickly avoided the incoming bullets heading her way. Up in the sky is a large number of drones raining bullets towards her.
'Annoying pests', She summoned her purple fire and did a vertical slash. A large white line became visible in the sky for a few seconds before is dissapeared. It looks like as if the sky itself was slice by a gargantuan blade. Then a great purple fire emerged. The nearby drones are immediately consumed by the great fire. The fire was so large that it can be seen from a mile away.
From then on, the drones are nothing more but ashes that flew into the wind. A massive smoke now stood at their previous location. Once the smoke dissapeared as well, the sky is completely cleared out of the flying machines.
"Finally, no more of those nuisances," Serbara muttered. She turned her eyes towards Juha once more and quickly sidestepped the numerous barrage of ice arrows.
"You whore!" She cursed at her opponent. Juha continued to sent numerous ice projectiles towards her. Serbara is leaping from every building and facilities to avoid being hit by those numerous arrows.
As time passes, the gap between her and the range of Juha's attack is getting smaller and smaller. Noticing this, she's starting to get anxious. Every possible cover for Juha's ice arrows are immediately destroyed upon impact. A single arrow has enough sharpness and power to pierce through concrete so Serbara had no choice but to continue running.
'This is getting nowhere. I have to close the distance between or else I'll get hit by those things.'
Due to her mind being so focused on her current situation, Serbara was unable to detect the new batch of drones heading her way. Their bodies let out numerous guns and some EPB Launchers. Just as she continued to run, the drones fired bullets at her all at the same time. Serbara heard the gunshot noices and turned her head to the cause of the sound. In her eyesight is a couple of drones firing at her. She grew shocked at this and just barely made a purple flame barrier that consumed any incoming bullets.
'Where did they come from?! I thought I killed all of them?" Her confusion made her unable to detect the incoming EPBs. Once they made contact at her barrier, a resounding explosions occurred as numerous high powered electricity shot out on every direction. The force of blast launched Serbara uphigh in the air.
Smokes from the blast is coming out of her. Her clothes hot minor burns and she is relatively unscathed. Despite the huge explosion, she suffered no damage whatsoever but her eyes was gleaming with malice. Her undead eyes surveyed through the surrounding drones. She counted each of them and concluded that there are a total of ten of them. She prepared herself to wipe them all once more but she suddenly felt pain in her right arm. She looked at it and saw a single frozen arrow. It pierced her arm and it got stuck halfway through.
'Shit, I forgot about her!" And as on cue, she saw Juha preparing an attack towards her once again. Her surroundings are freezing from the pressure she's emitting. A circular energy of bluish frost is rapidly gathering numerous particles towards it. It gave off an image of a blackhole as it sucks anything towards it. With a thrust of her left hand, a million arrows was launched and it was heading towards Setbara at a frightening speed. Serbara was having a dilemma as she can't dodge the incoming attack because she's currently in midair. A second just ended and after that, the arrows directly hit Serbara. The arrows continued to rain towards her like a pack of piranhas. The female general suffered the barrage of the attacks as her figure are no longer seem dew to the arrows fully covering her form. The drones also joined the fray as they aimed their EPB Launchers towards Serbara and fired.
A moment later, a gigantic explosion occurred at the vicinity. Juha stared at the blast zone as her robes fluttered from the strong winds.
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At the other part of the nest, A muscular general is currently tossing a massive drakier to the nearby wall. Whity hit the wall with a thud and dropped to ground with his back. He stood up and growled towards her opponent. His razor sharp teeth lay visible for all to see. A small drop of blood leaked out of his mouth as he continued to growl. His eyes stared at his opponent with utmost hostility.
The opponent in question only looked towards him mockingly. His arms are crossed and his scarred face showed utter disgust at the growling drakier.
"She made me fight a mongrel? A drakier? A mere drakier? The audacity of that whore. I am Horan! One of the mighty generals of the great lord. I have enough power to take down a country and my opponent that was given to me is nothing but an animal? The disrespect! When I'm done here, I'll make that White Face pay for this."
Whity appeared behind him. His jaws are wide open as he intends to eat the yapping general. Haron raised his left hand and delivered a backhand to Whity without even looking at him. Whity let out a small whimper from the strike as he was sent to the wall once again.
Horan turned his head towards the downed drakier. His eyes showing a lot of indifference then to annoyance.
"You dare strike me from behind? For that alone, I will make you wish for death!" Horan rushed onwards. His form moving at an alarming speed. The ground he once stood on, exploded. He leaned his arms behind him. His hands forming to a fists. With a mighty yell, he struck Whity on his side. Two fists came towards Whity's armor with a deafening sound as it collides. Whity howled in pain then was sent through outside the building. He rolled through the ground as his momentum is still ongoing. It finally stopped when his body crashed towards the unlucky building. The distance he was sent rolling through was about twenty-four in feet distance. The previous building suddenly blew up. From the raging fire, Horan emerged. His presence giving off an aura of power. His eyes locked on Whity's downed form. He turned around and was about to leave the area when he heard a feint noise. He turned to look at where the noise came from and saw Whity's form, standing with shaky legs.
Horan raised his eyebrow at Whity's resilience.
"Oh? Interesting."
He rushed towards his enemy and Whity responded in similar kind. Horan prepared his right hand to hit Whity with a punch. Whity opened his mouth with the intent of reaping his opponent limb from limb.
Both fighters jumped towards each other. Both of them looking feral and oozing of bloodlust. Whity aimed his jaws towards Hirans head. As both of them are not at a small distance, Whity tried to bite Horan's head but his kissed. Horan then buried his fist at Whity's unprotected stomach. Whity spat a bucket load of blood because of the hit, before crashing at the nearby wall with a casual kick. Whity crashed again but this time, he didn't get up. Horan stared at Whity's unresponsive form and concluded that their battle is over.
"Man, to think that you might give me a little bit of fun."