Chapter 53
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Chapter 53:
I sprinted along the tundra, explosions erupting in my wake, magical attacks launched at obscene speeds, and I was barely managing to dodge.
"Slow!" A shout was heard behind me, I narrowly ducked to avoid a bloodthirsty spear from impaling me from behind.
My back foot pivoted, turning around I retaliated, sword lashing out towards the woman aiming for my life.
Her feral grin almost made me waver, but I forced all my strength into my blow, locking against the shaft of her spear.
"Lightning Cloak." My weapon crackled with power. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Scathach looked surprised, jumping back, staring at me as she clutched her hand a few times. "Cute." She narrowed her eyes, taking a few steps round me.
I smirked, mimicking her movements in the other direction as we circled each other. My grip on Mirage tightened, and I moved. "10 Birds."
My blade flashed out, blades of magical energy flew out towards the Immortal Witch.
I saw her adjust her grip on her spear, hand down near the tip, using it almost like a sword. With a full body motion, she swung her spear at the incoming barrage, her own version of sword phantoms collided with my attack, the air crackling with magical effects at the epicenter.
Neither of us were deterred, our eyes stay focused solely on each other. We moved at the same time, leaping through the air, spear meeting sword at our highest point. An explosion pulsed out, blowing away all debris and snow on the ground.
"Better." Scathach loudly declared, thrusting her spear several times in a blink of an eye. "Do not stay flat footed! Weave each movement into your follow up attack, or use your footwork to retreat without opening yourself up!"
Her spear slipped past my guard, cutting into my shoulder, but she did not relent. It continued to pour onto me, the smallest opening was another wound on my body, and my clothes were already torn at this point, and I was bleeding from several places.
"I SAID DON'T STAY FLAT FOOTED" She shouted, increasing her speed several notches and sweeping my legs out from under me, I didn't even have time to hit the ground before she pivoted and lashed out with her foot, sending me spiraling into the distance.
The world around me spun, my body skipping across the ground before I could regain my footing, she wouldn't give me the chance to get back up. My danger sense was already telling me a lethal attack was heading for me again.
I raised my sword up overhead, her spear slamming down like a club, the ground cracking under me from the blow. I think one of my ribs was broken, a sharp pain permeated my body from my chest.
"Did anyone every tell you that men don't like abrasive women." I grit out, blood seeping from my mouth.
"What does a virgin boy like you know about women?" She retorted, knee slamming into my chest, the exact spot I was hurting. She let go of her spear, grabbing my arm, pushing her shoulder into me, and flipping me over onto the ground.
I rolled to the side, just barely dodging a spear form skewering a very important part of my lower body. "Low blow!" I shouted, getting up as quickly as I could to gain some distance.
Scary fucking bitch.
"It's not like you would ever need it." She laughed. Already on my ass, spear lashing out.
It took everything I had to deflect her incoming barrage, not even having a moment to retaliate. I stomped on the ground, erecting dozens of earthen walls between us, merely only good for buying the briefest of moments.
I quickly took a handful of Talismans out of my ring.
I didn't sit idle before this spar, I prepared several things beforehand.
"Metal Enriches Water!" I threw my first Talisman up into the air. I saw the look on my teacher's face, she didn't recognize what I was doing, I guess she didn't' read through that book when she had my stuff.
"Fuck." I spat out, dodging another spear strike. Was she keeping me from completing the creation cycle? She probably didn't know what it did, but for the intentions of training, she probably wasn't going to allow me to cast it without effort.
My sword swept towards her haphazardly, almost like I had regressed a step.
I saw her frown, about to tongue lash me, one of the few times she would pause in her assault.
I was fine, it was a spell that target all those I deemed as enemies.
"Take that, you old hag." I finally laughed, as the last vestiges of my spell finally faded, and the realm return to eternal twilight.
My laughing abruptly stopped as I saw Scathach, standing there completely unharmed, a shield surrounding her.
Primordial Runes.
She fending off my attack by utilizing Primordial Runes....I suppose I should take that as a compliment.
She didn't answer, the clear dissatisfaction of my comment written on her face. Her spell faded and she gripped her spear, reeling her arm back, she threw it with all her might right at me.
The ground shattered at the force of the spear sailing through the air, leaving a track of magical energy and bloodlust in its wake.
It wasn't hard to dodge, but I fell on my butt out of instinct, letting it sail harmlessly past me.
"An old hag, am I?" She took a step forward. "Curious as to why you have been staring at this 'old hags' rear all this time then."
She moved, extremely fast, I had no time to even stand up, her foot was planted firmly on my chest, pushing me further into the ground. "Those paper-spells need work, they are too slow, but they have potential."
Yeah, I need to practice them a bit more, weave them into my combat style.
"Any last words?" She eyed me, putting just a bit more pressure on my chest, my ribs shuddering.
I couldn't stop myself from wheezing. "I think.....you're awakening something in me."
"You have chosen poorly." She deadpanned.
"Wait!" I shouted. She paused for a moment, looking down at me. "For the record, I was staring at your legs." I smiled innocently.
"Death it is then." She held up her hand, and her demonic spear jutted out from where it had been thrown, crisscrossing through the air and returned to her hand.
What the hell?
"How did you do that?"
She released me, stepping to the side. "Do what?" She didn't seem to understand.
"Summon your spear back like that, to control it so well through telekinesis." I cast a healing spell, holding it over my chest.
"It was not telekinesis, though I suppose it has similarities. It is an aspect of weapon refinement." She started, twirling her spear before stabbing it into the ground. "Is this an avenue that interests you?" She asked, clearly in teacher mode again, as opposed to 'kick my ass' mode.
"Well yes, but I was talking specifically about how you could control it like that. Can you do more than that, say move it with your will in the air?"
"If I exert much effort, I can move it about, but for a combat technique, it is lacking." She furrowed her brow, unsure of where I was going with this.
"Please teach me this, I think this is exactly what I've been looking for."
This is not how I expected this sparing session to end, fighting almost nonstop for almost two days. But this may be exactly what I was looking for to help bridge my martial and magical abilities, to allow them to coexist in the same combat style.
***
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Chapter 53:
I sprinted along the tundra, explosions erupting in my wake, magical attacks launched at obscene speeds, and I was barely managing to dodge.
"Slow!" A shout was heard behind me, I narrowly ducked to avoid a bloodthirsty spear from impaling me from behind.
My back foot pivoted, turning around I retaliated, sword lashing out towards the woman aiming for my life.
Her feral grin almost made me waver, but I forced all my strength into my blow, locking against the shaft of her spear.
"Lightning Cloak." My weapon crackled with power. The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñòv€l-B1n.
Scathach looked surprised, jumping back, staring at me as she clutched her hand a few times. "Cute." She narrowed her eyes, taking a few steps round me.
I smirked, mimicking her movements in the other direction as we circled each other. My grip on Mirage tightened, and I moved. "10 Birds."
My blade flashed out, blades of magical energy flew out towards the Immortal Witch.
I saw her adjust her grip on her spear, hand down near the tip, using it almost like a sword. With a full body motion, she swung her spear at the incoming barrage, her own version of sword phantoms collided with my attack, the air crackling with magical effects at the epicenter.
Neither of us were deterred, our eyes stay focused solely on each other. We moved at the same time, leaping through the air, spear meeting sword at our highest point. An explosion pulsed out, blowing away all debris and snow on the ground.
"Better." Scathach loudly declared, thrusting her spear several times in a blink of an eye. "Do not stay flat footed! Weave each movement into your follow up attack, or use your footwork to retreat without opening yourself up!"
Her spear slipped past my guard, cutting into my shoulder, but she did not relent. It continued to pour onto me, the smallest opening was another wound on my body, and my clothes were already torn at this point, and I was bleeding from several places.
"I SAID DON'T STAY FLAT FOOTED" She shouted, increasing her speed several notches and sweeping my legs out from under me, I didn't even have time to hit the ground before she pivoted and lashed out with her foot, sending me spiraling into the distance.
The world around me spun, my body skipping across the ground before I could regain my footing, she wouldn't give me the chance to get back up. My danger sense was already telling me a lethal attack was heading for me again.
I raised my sword up overhead, her spear slamming down like a club, the ground cracking under me from the blow. I think one of my ribs was broken, a sharp pain permeated my body from my chest.
"Did anyone every tell you that men don't like abrasive women." I grit out, blood seeping from my mouth.
"What does a virgin boy like you know about women?" She retorted, knee slamming into my chest, the exact spot I was hurting. She let go of her spear, grabbing my arm, pushing her shoulder into me, and flipping me over onto the ground.
I rolled to the side, just barely dodging a spear form skewering a very important part of my lower body. "Low blow!" I shouted, getting up as quickly as I could to gain some distance.
Scary fucking bitch.
"It's not like you would ever need it." She laughed. Already on my ass, spear lashing out.
It took everything I had to deflect her incoming barrage, not even having a moment to retaliate. I stomped on the ground, erecting dozens of earthen walls between us, merely only good for buying the briefest of moments.
I quickly took a handful of Talismans out of my ring.
I didn't sit idle before this spar, I prepared several things beforehand.
"Metal Enriches Water!" I threw my first Talisman up into the air. I saw the look on my teacher's face, she didn't recognize what I was doing, I guess she didn't' read through that book when she had my stuff.
"Fuck." I spat out, dodging another spear strike. Was she keeping me from completing the creation cycle? She probably didn't know what it did, but for the intentions of training, she probably wasn't going to allow me to cast it without effort.
My sword swept towards her haphazardly, almost like I had regressed a step.
I saw her frown, about to tongue lash me, one of the few times she would pause in her assault.
I was fine, it was a spell that target all those I deemed as enemies.
"Take that, you old hag." I finally laughed, as the last vestiges of my spell finally faded, and the realm return to eternal twilight.
My laughing abruptly stopped as I saw Scathach, standing there completely unharmed, a shield surrounding her.
Primordial Runes.
She fending off my attack by utilizing Primordial Runes....I suppose I should take that as a compliment.
She didn't answer, the clear dissatisfaction of my comment written on her face. Her spell faded and she gripped her spear, reeling her arm back, she threw it with all her might right at me.
The ground shattered at the force of the spear sailing through the air, leaving a track of magical energy and bloodlust in its wake.
It wasn't hard to dodge, but I fell on my butt out of instinct, letting it sail harmlessly past me.
"An old hag, am I?" She took a step forward. "Curious as to why you have been staring at this 'old hags' rear all this time then."
She moved, extremely fast, I had no time to even stand up, her foot was planted firmly on my chest, pushing me further into the ground. "Those paper-spells need work, they are too slow, but they have potential."
Yeah, I need to practice them a bit more, weave them into my combat style.
"Any last words?" She eyed me, putting just a bit more pressure on my chest, my ribs shuddering.
I couldn't stop myself from wheezing. "I think.....you're awakening something in me."
"You have chosen poorly." She deadpanned.
"Wait!" I shouted. She paused for a moment, looking down at me. "For the record, I was staring at your legs." I smiled innocently.
"Death it is then." She held up her hand, and her demonic spear jutted out from where it had been thrown, crisscrossing through the air and returned to her hand.
What the hell?
"How did you do that?"
She released me, stepping to the side. "Do what?" She didn't seem to understand.
"Summon your spear back like that, to control it so well through telekinesis." I cast a healing spell, holding it over my chest.
"It was not telekinesis, though I suppose it has similarities. It is an aspect of weapon refinement." She started, twirling her spear before stabbing it into the ground. "Is this an avenue that interests you?" She asked, clearly in teacher mode again, as opposed to 'kick my ass' mode.
"Well yes, but I was talking specifically about how you could control it like that. Can you do more than that, say move it with your will in the air?"
"If I exert much effort, I can move it about, but for a combat technique, it is lacking." She furrowed her brow, unsure of where I was going with this.
"Please teach me this, I think this is exactly what I've been looking for."
This is not how I expected this sparing session to end, fighting almost nonstop for almost two days. But this may be exactly what I was looking for to help bridge my martial and magical abilities, to allow them to coexist in the same combat style.
***
Almost didn't get this out today, was rather busy, but hey it's 7 minutes before midnight so it counts!
Anyways, if you want to support me or read 5 chapters ahead, check out my /astoryforone
Chapter 53:I sprinted along the tundra, explosions erupting in my wake, magical attacks launched at obscene speeds, and I was barely managing to dodge. "Slow!" A shout was heard behind me, I narrowly ducked to avoid a bloodthirsty spear from impaling me from behind. My back foot pivoted, turning around I retaliated, sword lashing out towards the woman aiming for my life. Her feral grin almost made me waver, but I forced all my strength into my blow, locking against the shaft of her spear. "Lightning Cloak." My weapon crackled with power. The debut release of this chapter happened at Novl-B1n.Scathach looked surprised, jumping back, staring at me as she clutched her hand a few times. "Cute." She narrowed her eyes, taking a few steps round me. I smirked, mimicking her movements in the other direction as we circled each other. My grip on Mirage tightened, and I moved. "10 Birds." My blade flashed out, blades of magical energy flew out towards the Immortal Witch. I saw her adjust her grip on her spear, hand down near the tip, using it almost like a sword. With a full body motion, she swung her spear at the incoming barrage, her own version of sword phantoms collided with my attack, the air crackling with magical effects at the epicenter. Neither of us were deterred, our eyes stay focused solely on each other. We moved at the same time, leaping through the air, spear meeting sword at our highest point. An explosion pulsed out, blowing away all debris and snow on the ground. "Better." Scathach loudly declared, thrusting her spear several times in a blink of an eye. "Do not stay flat footed! Weave each movement into your follow up attack, or use your footwork to retreat without opening yourself up!" Her spear slipped past my guard, cutting into my shoulder, but she did not relent. It continued to pour onto me, the smallest opening was another wound on my body, and my clothes were already torn at this point, and I was bleeding from several places. "I SAID DON'T STAY FLAT FOOTED" She shouted, increasing her speed several notches and sweeping my legs out from under me, I didn't even have time to hit the ground before she pivoted and lashed out with her foot, sending me spiraling into the distance. The world around me spun, my body skipping across the ground before I could regain my footing, she wouldn't give me the chance to get back up. My danger sense was already telling me a lethal attack was heading for me again. I raised my sword up overhead, her spear slamming down like a club, the ground cracking under me from the blow. I think one of my ribs was broken, a sharp pain permeated my body from my chest. "Did anyone every tell you that men don't like abrasive women." I grit out, blood seeping from my mouth. "What does a virgin boy like you know about women?" She retorted, knee slamming into my chest, the exact spot I was hurting. She let go of her spear, grabbing my arm, pushing her shoulder into me, and flipping me over onto the ground. I rolled to the side, just barely dodging a spear form skewering a very important part of my lower body. "Low blow!" I shouted, getting up as quickly as I could to gain some distance. Scary fucking bitch. "It's not like you would ever need it." She laughed. Already on my ass, spear lashing out. It took everything I had to deflect her incoming barrage, not even having a moment to retaliate. I stomped on the ground, erecting dozens of earthen walls between us, merely only good for buying the briefest of moments. I quickly took a handful of Talismans out of my ring. I didn't sit idle before this spar, I prepared several things beforehand. "Metal Enriches Water!" I threw my first Talisman up into the air. I saw the look on my teacher's face, she didn't recognize what I was doing, I guess she didn't' read through that book when she had my stuff. "Fuck." I spat out, dodging another spear strike. Was she keeping me from completing the creation cycle? She probably didn't know what it did, but for the intentions of training, she probably wasn't going to allow me to cast it without effort. My sword swept towards her haphazardly, almost like I had regressed a step. I saw her frown, about to tongue lash me, one of the few times she would pause in her assault. I was fine, it was a spell that target all those I deemed as enemies. "Take that, you old hag." I finally laughed, as the last vestiges of my spell finally faded, and the realm return to eternal twilight. My laughing abruptly stopped as I saw Scathach, standing there completely unharmed, a shield surrounding her. Primordial Runes. She fending off my attack by utilizing Primordial Runes....I suppose I should take that as a compliment. She didn't answer, the clear dissatisfaction of my comment written on her face. Her spell faded and she gripped her spear, reeling her arm back, she threw it with all her might right at me. The ground shattered at the force of the spear sailing through the air, leaving a track of magical energy and bloodlust in its wake. It wasn't hard to dodge, but I fell on my butt out of instinct, letting it sail harmlessly past me. "An old hag, am I?" She took a step forward. "Curious as to why you have been staring at this 'old hags' rear all this time then." She moved, extremely fast, I had no time to even stand up, her foot was planted firmly on my chest, pushing me further into the ground. "Those paper-spells need work, they are too slow, but they have potential." Yeah, I need to practice them a bit more, weave them into my combat style. "Any last words?" She eyed me, putting just a bit more pressure on my chest, my ribs shuddering. I couldn't stop myself from wheezing. "I think.....you're awakening something in me." "You have chosen poorly." She deadpanned. "Wait!" I shouted. She paused for a moment, looking down at me. "For the record, I was staring at your legs." I smiled innocently. "Death it is then." She held up her hand, and her demonic spear jutted out from where it had been thrown, crisscrossing through the air and returned to her hand. What the hell? "How did you do that?" She released me, stepping to the side. "Do what?" She didn't seem to understand. "Summon your spear back like that, to control it so well through telekinesis." I cast a healing spell, holding it over my chest. "It was not telekinesis, though I suppose it has similarities. It is an aspect of weapon refinement." She started, twirling her spear before stabbing it into the ground. "Is this an avenue that interests you?" She asked, clearly in teacher mode again, as opposed to 'kick my ass' mode. "Well yes, but I was talking specifically about how you could control it like that. Can you do more than that, say move it with your will in the air?" "If I exert much effort, I can move it about, but for a combat technique, it is lacking." She furrowed her brow, unsure of where I was going with this. "Please teach me this, I think this is exactly what I've been looking for." This is not how I expected this sparing session to end, fighting almost nonstop for almost two days. But this may be exactly what I was looking for to help bridge my martial and magical abilities, to allow them to coexist in the same combat style. *** Almost didn't get this out today, was rather busy, but hey it's 7 minutes before midnight so it counts! Anyways, if you want to support me or read 5 chapters ahead, check out my /astoryforone
