Chapter 59 - The Boys Vs. Myer Part 3 (1/2)
”YEAH, RIGHT, MOTHER FUCKER, YOU CAN GO THE FUCK RIGHT TO HELL FOR HURTING MY LITTLE BROTHER!
”BLóðRAUðR BANAMAðR: FYRSTR FORM - SUN CYCLONE!”
A massive amount of Red and Green Mana particles burst out from Cynrik's swords as he first slashed horizontally with his Sunflair and then vertically with his ISS. The instant his two arms fully extended, a massive Fire tornado manifested into existence and erupted forward at the stunned Myer.
Using his forward momentum, Cynrik emulated Myer's earlier actions and allowed the massive flame tornado to flow around his body as he followed his technique. Then, clad in the mass of Wind and Fire, Mana Cynrik slung both his sword up and rested them against his shoulders as he swiftly closed the distance between Myer and himself.
Slightly shocked by the power he was feeling from the attack rapidly drawing down on him, Myer decided to block instead of meet the attack with one of his own. Although his MP reserves were still relatively full, he opted to set up his counterattack. Feeling the waves of Mana being emitted by the cyclone, he still wholly believed that this Tier-0 attack wouldn't be able to damage him much, and it wouldn't be difficult to guard.
Cynrik noticed this response which caused his lips to curl up; things were going according to his cobbled-together plan. Nevertheless, he wanted to be underestimated. As long as Myer kept this cocky, overconfident persona active, Cynrik would be able to knock him down a peg.
It only took a heartbeat for Cynrik to travel from his activation point to where Myer was standing with his sickly yet massive Mana-arms crossed over his chest.
The world seemed to fade to nothing as the massive fire cyclone crashed against the Grey Mana-coated arms.
BOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!
The collision of Mana caused sparks to shower the area surrounding the two combatants as a blast of wind shot out from the point of impact.
Watching from behind his crossed arms, Myer grit his teeth as he fought to hold back the cyclone, which was larger than him, but was slightly unsuccessful as he started sliding backward due to the inertia generated by the attack itself.
Cynrik's eyes darted around with Mana Sight active inside the Fire tornado. He was actively observing for any signs of weakness in the outer walls of his technique as it ground against Myer's Mana construct. 'First, I need to wear him down; the instant I see my Sun Cyclone start to show signs of collapse, that's when I initiate the next step.'
Time seemed to slow down as Myer fought to keep the flames from overwhelming him. At the start, he believed this attack would be easy to stop, but his thoughts made a drastic turn when he caught the blast head-on. 'What the hell is this? The kid is only a Tier-0; how the hell can he generate an attack equivalent to something of a higher tier. This attack is borderline Mana-Construct level.'
Deepening his stance, Myer kept trying to stay in one spot, but it was all for naught. The force behind Cynrik's attack kept forcing him back, causing him to exert more strength into his legs just to keep from being lifted off the ground.
”FUCKING BASTARD! YOU THINK THIS IS ENOUGH?” Myer howled as the veins started bulging on his Mana-Construct arms. Having enough of this farce, Myer began channeling more and more Plague Mana particles into his arms, forcefully growing them by 50 percent. Once he felt it was enough, he slowly uncrossed them and allowed the attack into his chest before gripping the outside edges of the cyclone.
Inside the flames, Cynrik's eyes locked onto ten fingers piercing his structure and watched as the rotation of the cyclone slowed down, and he began calculating the time until it totally collapsed.