Chapter 101 - Turning Point (1/2)
POV Cynrik
”Teehe HAHA, Well well well, look at this. The youngblood has decided to fight back.” Tyler Primal said using the voice I had been hearing this whole time in my head.
An uncontrollable shiver ran through my whole body at the sound of his voice.
-For the duration of this turning point quest, the Host will have unlimited Mana.-
That was the trigger—the release of my unbridled rage. Clenching my fist tight enough to pop all my fingers loudly, I sprung into action. I wasn't going to give this bastard the chance to make the first move.
”[BlackFire]”
Snapping my middle finger and thumbs, I conjured hundreds of basketball-sized Blackfire balls and launched them in rapid succession at Tyler Primal.
SNAP SNAP SNAP
Each snap brought forth more flames, time seemed to freeze, and my surroundings became an abyss of black flames.
BOOM BOOM BOOM
”RAHHHHHH,” slashing out wildly in the direction of my opponent, I manifested thousands of fireballs, each one exploded on contact filling my vision with a sea of fire. But I didn't stop there. I had a sneaking suspicion that it wasn't nearly enough for some reason.
Extending my arms and channeling Dark Mana into all of my fingers, I activated [Shadow Sewing] next, taking a deep stance; with my left foot forward, I gripped the air and spawned all ten tendrils, sending them through the smoke at Tyler Primal. Unfortunately, I couldn't feel them make contact with anything to my dismay.
”Teehe, Haha, foolish youngblood.”
My pupils shrunk to pinholes as the chilling voice came from behind me. Then, before I could spin around to attack, I was assaulted by a massive weight and sent hurtling through the air.
Tyler Primal had teleported behind me and lashed out with a roundhouse kick, which I was unable to block, directly into my ribs.
”I have existed for thousands of years, you foolish child, fought in hundreds of wars, and you think you could simply overpower me with a few weakly constructed balls of fire. PITIFUL.”
Soaring through the air, I slammed violently into the rocky landscape dealing significant damage to my body while spitting up a mouthful of blood. Unable to right myself or even control my flight, I watched helplessly as Tyler Primal appeared alongside me and delivered a strong ax kick into my body, slamming me down into a hardened lava flow.
”What, you thought that just because you were pissed off and had no limits to the amount of Mana you could harness, you could easily win. HA, don't fucking make me laugh.” Unsheathing the massive Greatsword from his back, I watched in fear as Tyler Primal stalked towards me with a bloodthirsty expression painted on his tattooed face.
Spitting up another mouthful of blood, I struggled to my feet and unsheathed my swords, just as he arrived and slammed down his Greatsword.
BANG
Barely able to hold up my blades and using a crossguard block, I felt my body sink into the hardened lava from the force of his strike.
”TWO KICKS, that's all it took me to put you in this condition; even now, I can see your knees are about to buckle under the weight of my Greatsword. TEEHE, HAHA!” Spit flew from Tyler Primals mouth as he spoke, but I didn't have time to be disgusted by this.
Summoning forth what little strength I had in my arms, I kicked off the ground and parried his sword upward, relieving the intense weight I was feeling.
”Talk, talk talk, is that all you can do, you Asgardian fuck.” I shot back my own insult and took the stance to execute my Fyrstr form.
Pumping hundreds of points of Mana into both my swords, I slashed out with my Blóðrauðr Banamaðr : Fyrstr Form - Sun Cyclone, at point-blank range. The massive fire cyclone caught Tyler Primal off guard and slammed directly into his chest, flinging him back several steps before he righted himself and snorted loudly.
Seeing it didn't have much effect on the man, I channeled more Mana into my swords and rapidly unleashed my Fyrstr Form over and over. Each time the strikes would push him back only a couple of steps before he stopped and started walking forward again.
'Fuck, this isn't working. Think, THINK!' Locked in a stalemate with the Æsir Spirit, my brain revolved on all cylinders. I needed to devise some kind of plan.
”Tsk, you disappoint me, Drengr,” slashing out with his Greatsword, Tyler Primal effortlessly blasted apart the current fire cyclone coming towards him and vanished from sight.
Sensing danger from my left, I dove to the side and narrowly dodged the massive Greatsword, which intended to cleave my body in half, and rolled away before jumping back to my feet.