Standing before the man with the eyepatch, was a legendary figure. Someone was revered as much as they were feared. A handsome knight clad in white, with 1000 blades of light floating behind him.
"The Greatest Knight", Julius.
"World Ender", Julius.
The man clad in black standing in front of him let a smile creep up unto his face. This had not been what he had expected, it was much more than that.
"You, will put a stop to me? You say that as if there's anything wrong in what I'm doing. " The man spoke, his voice low. He turned around so that he faced Julius.
"You say that as if there's nothing wrong with what you're doing."
The two had a quick exchange, that almost represented banter. There was still a smile on both of their faces.
One of confidence on Julius' face.
And one of satisfaction on the man clad in black.
"All I'm doing is casting aside the whims and foolish symbols of the past. In order to usher in a new future, a new world, and a new society, you must first destroy the old. This holds true for anything you could think of. In order to usher in a new, you, you must first cast aside the beliefs of the old you. In order to achieve true change in government, you must rebel and cast aside the old." The man slowly took steps forward as he spoke, never taking his eyes off of Julius.
"To cast aside and destroy are two completely different things." Julius did not react to the man's slow approach. Instead, he simply shifted his position, so that he could hold his longsword in front of him.
"When those old things are cast aside, they will eventually crumble, and fall. All things eventual crumble and fall. That is simply the law of the world. The law of the universe." The man stopped when he was 6 strides away from Julius. Small pieces of rock fell down off of the edges of where he stood. The space between them was small now, able to be breached with a single move from either of the two. "Answer me, Greatest Knight!" His voice began to rise. "Why do you insist on protecting these decrepit monuments of the past? A magician like you, someone as strong as you, should be able to see the foolishness in ideology that these serve as specific markers of the past? You yourself should see that these are simply chains that hold society back! And in order to get rid of chains, you must destroy them!" He took another step forward, however this time, he was stopped in his tracks by a singular blade of light. It flashed out quicker than the eye could see, embedding itself in the ground, inches away from the man in the black coats boat.
"Or you can use the key to the lock." He rejected the very idea behind the man's ramblings." He snapped his fingers, and the light from the 999 blades behind him disappeared, bringing darkness to the rooftop of big ben. It was clear that he did not want to draw any more attention to this battle than was necessary. "Even if the root of what you're saying has a little bit of logic too it, everything else is just incoherent rambling. You claim to want to bring about new society, however doing it through the destruction of what tethers us to the old society will simply tear things apart. By destroying the chains, you are also destroying our arms and legs, leaving us trapped in the cell."
The man in blacks face contorted into a slightly shocked expression, and then a bit of an angered one, before finally settling on the same crazed smile that he had worn before. "Is that so? You really reject the need for rebirth?" The man reached down, before grabbing the blade of light which was embedded into the ground with his right hand. With zero effort, it blew up. The smoke blew away quickly.
"I reject the need for senseless destruction. Which is all you advocate for." Then, The Greatest Knight's expression transformed into a serious one, as he faced the man in black. "On my honor as "The Greatest Knight" of the holy European empire, Knight of King Arthur, I will slay you here in battle and put an end to your terrorism! What is your name?"
As any true knight would, before going into battle, Julius asked the name of his opponent.
The man thought for a few seconds, before finally saying, "Wrath. You may simply call me Wrath."
And with that, the two figures standing atop the Big Ben lapsed into silence. They had just shared a clash of ideologies, and now, they would share a clash of magic.
A figure clad in black, faced a figure clad in white.
An in an instant, the two figures vanish. Where they once stood, dust was kicked up and small craters were left on the ground. The clashed in the center of the building, their force equal to each other. They were sent sliding backwards.
Immediately after the initial clash, Julius wasted no time. He raised his longsword high into the air, above his head. In the same moment, he activated a wind spell, which he combined with an incineration spell. His blade glowed a fire red color, and his blonde hair blew in the wind which was generated by it.
He then layered that magical sequence with an acceleration spell, as well as a homing spell. He flicked his blade to the left quickly, fast as lightning. Intentionally, a powerful concentrated slash of fire blasted away from his blade, heading straight towards Wrath. It was concentrated enough that it didn't risk destroying a single part of the Big Ben.
Wrath reached out his hand, and as the magic spell made contact with it, it exploded. A plume of smoke enveloped the top of the Big Ben, and the only thing that could be seen was the flashing of a brilliantly bright gold sword. The two figures began to dance in the smoke, trading blows, and moving like ballerinas. The erupted out from the smoke, with Wrath seemingly at an advantage, pressing Julius backwards. However, the expression of The Greatest Knight did not once falter. He effortlessly dodged and curled out of the way of multiple attacks, all the while effortlessly launching counterattacks of his own.
He drew brilliant arcs with his blade, which shined like a rainbow.
As Wrath went in for a grab, Julius ducked, before slamming his shoulder into the man's body. Wrath's body was lifted 4 feet of the ground, and Julius quickly followed up with a slash of his blade, which was propelled to even faster speeds with the help of a wind and acceleration spell. Wrath's abdomen folded around the blade, and he was launched high into the air, out of sight. The wind around Julius' body exploded at the force of the blow.
"Home Run." Julius said with a smile on his face.
However, he did not relax.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH! SO THATS WHAT IS IS!"
The sound of laughing could be heard as Wraths figure could be seen falling back down. He was twisting madly in the air, holding his stomach with a hand over his eyes.
Once again, not wasting even a single second, Julius flicked his blade once again. On the hilt, which was round and had 7 gemstones on it, two of them began to glow.
Green and Blue.
Julius then began to slash his blade repeatedly and quickly. He was doing it so fast that the movements of his hands were a literal blur. With every slash, a gust of wind or flash of lightning erupted from his blade. The diced thorough the air, cutting a deadly path towards Wrath.
The colors shifted to the red and light blue gemstones.
Julius continued to slash his blade.
Now fire and Ice slashes were being launched at Wrath.
The sky was filled with the brilliant light. Wrath, noticing the attacks coming his way, began to dodge out of the way of them, while wildly thrashing his left hand around.
The magical slashes that made contact with his hand blew up instantly. He dodged the others. However, he couldn't handle every last one, and he was caught by slashes. His blood rained down on the clock tower.
The night sky of London had been transformed into a fire work show. Explosions of green, red, blue, and light blue could be seen. If people hadn't been alerted to the battle that was transpiring, they sure would now.
After dodging and blowing away as many attacks as he could, Wrath adjusted his falling position so that he was facing the top of the Big Ben. He then stretched out his right hand and grabbed the spire of the tower. Before his hand could be completely pierce through, he blew it up.
However, he did not blow up the very tip of the spire. Instead, he blew up the base, allowing him to pull it free with one singular pull. He then blew up the rest of the long spire, shaping it into a makeshift longsword that fight in his hands. He landed a few feet behind Julius, his legs absorbing the impact of the fall. He sprung back up energetically. He turned around to face Julius, the sadistic smile on his face only growing larger.
He pointed the once spire of the Big Ben now transformed into a sword at Julius's own blade. The gold shining blade.
"That's how that sword works. Those gems, they must be runes. Specifically, runes that strengthen elemental magic. Do you have any idea how rare just finding one of those things is? Even the cheap ones go for hundreds of Thousands. And yet, you have 7. High quality two. Now wonder those magic attacks hurt so fucking much!" As he spoke, he opened up his coat to reveal multiple deep gashes around his chest area.
"You're lucky I missed. The next ones. won't." Julius righted his posture. He wanted to end this battle as quickly as possible, Hopefully, without having to pull out, that ability. It would be a pain for more people to get drawn over to watch the light show. With that many people, any move that Wrath made to destroy parts of the clock tower could amount to large casualties.
The two dashed at each other once again, trading blows. The makeshift blade was actually managing to hold its own decently well against Julius beautiful sword. That was due to the fortification and strengthen spells that Wrath placed upon it.
All 7 of the magic gemstones on Julius's longsword were shining. The blade began to glow a rainbow color, and every slash Julius made was 10 times more powerful. Each slash sent a wayward waved of wind, blast of fire, and flash of lightning, only making the scene on the rooftop even more eye-catching.
Julius slashed in an upwards arc, before flicking the blade downwards. Wrath evaded the first at blocked the second. However, it was painfully clear that the spire would not last another clash. Julius noticed this as well. He dashed forward, gathering his strength for this next blow, and a multitude of strengthen, acceleration, and speed boosting spells on his blade.
The rainbow blade slashed a downward arc.
The almost shattered spire slashed an upward arc.
And just as the two blades were about to meet, Wrath, who held the spire in his right hand, detonated it.
The weapon blew up, and smoke immediately covered Julius face. Because of this, he was caught off guard for a split second, and his resolute slash faltered for a second. In that second, wrath grabbed the blade with his left hand, before twirling around, and tossing Julius off of the Big Ben.
Julius flew away, his white cloak floating in the wind. And just as he seemed about to plunge down towards his death, his feet landed on something solid.
Two blades of light were under his feet, supporting him.
The Greatest Knight let out a deep breath, realizing what the battle had come to.
Wrath watched closely, a smile on his face as his hair blew in the wind.
During the last attack, in order to get off the explosion of the spire, Wrath had to let his face be cut by Julius's blade. A deep gash was there, curving from his forehead, down around his eye patch. The straps of the eyepatch had been cut, and the flimsy thing flew pathetically in the wind.
What the eyepatch was concealing, could only be described as horrifying.
Instead of an eye, there was simply a red mass sitting inside of Wrath's socket. It pulsated as if was alive, and it was clearly too small for the socket it was placed in. All around it, red blood vessels curved around. It was disgusting.
Julius ignored it however. "I didn't want it to come to this. However, I cannot let you go. I cannot lose to you." Julius then held his blade at his side before closing his eyes, gathering mana. Then, he spoke.
"Wandenreich."
Immediately after, 1000 blades of light appeared behind him. This was what the man, The Greatest Knight, One of the World Enders, Julius, was known for. His ability to create an army of light blades that followed his every command. He had perfect control over each one. And now, Wrath, who was witnessing this, could see why.
The traces of mana from each of the thousand blade was all connected to Julius head.
His brain. that was what controlled each of the 1000 thousand blades.
That was what allowed it to have such precision, such pinpoint accuracy. But that of course came at a cost.
A massive amount of mana consumption, as well as extremely taxing on the brain. That was the drawback of Julius' "Wandenreich"
However, those drawbacks didn't matter now. Because not a single calculated though was needed for the onslaught that Julius launched. He simply allowed the 1000 thousands blades to rain down endlessly on his opponent. In front of him the front ledge was being completely carved up by the force of the blades crashing into it. Smoke was continuedly being kicked up, as Julius watched.
Nothing would be able to survive such a ruthless barrage.
Once all of the 1000 blades had been fired, Julius flicked his blade to clear the smoke. ANd to his surprise, now once was there to be found. No blood, no bloodied corpse, nothing. Nothing but the destroyed ruins of a section of the Big Ben.
The battle between The Greatest Knight and Wrath.....?
Had ended in a draw.