All that everyone saw was just a gust of wind blowing past Ged as his body was incapacitated like nothing. Soros' blade still looking as spotless as ever even though it spilled blood it has never looked tainted.
The enemy froze in freight a sudden realization hitting them,
"A this is just the meaningless struggle of the weak",
Some gritted their teeth upon this realization, they were sent to conquer yet they were being conquered by a mere teenager. All of them stood still while Soros approached leisurely. Running after all is meaningless against the strong, a struggle as him too is very futile.
Soros continues to approach finally sensing their will completely crushed from where he was, his blank expression turned down even even dire than before.
"These people are not warriors",
He thought as he paused in his movement, his original purpose completely still yet to be achieved even though 5 years has gone by. He wants someone to stand up against him without doubt or fear within their hearts, someone he can proclaim as…..
"A rival?",
He thought for the last time before he showed his back to the enemy. A couple of steps back he could feel a lingering presence behind him.
"Stop there",
A voice said from behind him, as he turns he finds a dark colored girl dressed a white tailored battle clothe. Her glowing grey eyes stuns him a bit but he recovers faster than most would.
"A girl turns to face me in a one on one while the men cower in fear",
"Tsk, I came on my own",
Quickly she takes out a long blade on the left hand then equips a short dagger on right hand.
"What is your name?",
Soros asked for the first time in many years( his entire life).
" The name is Amir, and yours?"
She replied, much more kinder than before.
"The name is Soros",
Soros draws out his sword, a new surge of excitement raging through his body. He tries to tone down his power to her level but he can't even feel her power.
" Hahaha I like that fierce look of a warrior, let's us dance Amir",
He charges straight at her his speed toned down several fold to match her's. That is something his mother taught him, always play fair in a fight even if it costs your life.
Amir too charges straight,
*CLANK!
The touch of steel against steel causes sparks of fire to fly out, the expression of thrill fairly visible on Soros' face. What his mother taught him was indeed perfect after all "mother is always right".
Whit the other dagger Amir tries to go in for an attack but somehow the tip is turned down by some unknown force causing it to miss Soros' face by an inch. Amir backs of then goes in again this time much fiercer than before.
A dash to the side then another to the other side then a straight up stab causing the dust to stir up into the sky.
*PHINK
Soros parries the sword to the other side almost throwing Amir off her balance, Amir stabs the sword to the ground and quickly performs a kick in midair. Her body relies on the sword to stay balance and keeps her in the air while she twists her body to perform a perfect kick.
Again some unknown force knocks her back to the ground a couple of miles away.
"Why do you hold back?",
Soros quipped, while feinting to study his sword.
"You are hyuman aren't you?, the very last of your kind",
Amir's eyes begins to glow more brighter than before, someone like Soros knows about her kind.
"So you have chosen death",
As fast as a lightning strike Amir rushes through Soros causing a slight cut near his right eye. Her power has flown through the roof and still growing. Soros' excitement too increases as his power returns to him.
The cut heals quickly as the two clash again, the ground beneath their feet sinks to the ground, the dust even blowing away from them. An image of Amir suddenly appears again then hits Amir herself causing a double impact for Soros to be pushed back with sheer strength.
The truth of her real strength becoming fairly visible to Soros. The after images hit Amir to improve her power by several times but she suffers a drawback each time, yet Amir didn't waver at the pain nor the chance of never living again.