It's been a month. I haven't given up on the story. I just had a lot of work this past month. Actually, I've written this chapter a while ago but didn't have time to post it. Yes, it only takes 5 minutes but it takes a while for my laptop to be "stable enough" to hold an internet connection.
Anyways, Alan's fight. It's deviated a bit from what I wanted so...
Disclaimer- not mine
Alviss looked at the man. He was covered in bandages, alternating black and white. He had an armlet around both wrists. Otherwise, there was nothing striking about the man. Alan could not recognize him.
Alan shook his head. He was about to speak as the man seemed to become three. Closing then reopening his eyes, he only saw one image.
Pozun shouted, interrupting Alan's thoughts, The hero of two War Games Alan of the Cross Guard versus the Pinnacle Leir of Caldia. Ready. Fight!
Do you know me? Leir asked again.
No. Should I? Alan replied, still seeing Leir but something was wrong. His eyes were leaden but he wasn't tired. His arms felt heavy but he knew he could still move them.
Wary, Alan braced himself for some sort of attack. Nothing happened. Leir was repeating himself like a broken record but he made no indication of an attack. Alan's body felt heavier but none of his senses were dulled. He could see Leir. He could smell the lingering scent of burned flesh. He could hear Leir muttering away and the cheering of the crowd. Alan could even taste his own saliva and feel the press of his clothes on his body.
Alan felt more awake than ever. Thinking that he was overthinking things or Leir may just be satisfying a condition to summon a guardian or use a darkness ἅrm, Alan raced off and caught Leir with a punch solidified by the Air Hammer ἅrm. He could feel his fist connect but it felt strange. His hand was burning. Somehow, Leir did something to his hand at the moment of impact and now it was burning.
Pulling back, Alan could hear Leir's monotone voice repeating the same words over and over again. The more Leir said them, the more aware Alan was of everything. Alan could now hear the fountain on the other side of the castle. He could see the very fabric of Leir's clothes if he squinted. His body felt like lead.
What is this? Alan struggled to speak. His tongue felt like it was on fire. A myriad of flavors seemed to be exploding in his mouth at the same time. He tasted spice, sugar, salt, and paste. He tasted flour, sweat, and dirt. Every time the wind blew, he tasted something new. Then he tasted blood. Inadvertently, he had bitten his lower lip.
The pain was a sharp message to the brain. It was like a whale shark had just taken a bite out of his mouth. But it also woke him up and numbed his mouth. Alan realized that if he could somehow dull the receptors in his ears, eyes, and nose he could defeat Leir. Raising his right and left hands, painfully aware of how his muscles are burning and contracting to meet his demands, Alan gathered his magic into one point.
Then releasing it in an instance, he painfully cried out, Guardians Bumoru. Guardian Saint Anger!
From above, two hands, covered in majestic blue armlets, appeared. These hands, unconnected to a body, boasted a powerful force. In terms of raw power, amongst all the ἅrms in the possessions of the Cross Guard and Team Mἅr, it was by far the greatest of them all.
From below, on the ground next to him, an overweight cat-woman appeared with a stern look on her face. In the gallery, Jack cringed. Bumoru's arms started to glow.
Impressive Alan, Peru applauded, You certainly are the commander of the Cross Guard now that the Boss is gone. To summon forth a guardian, and the holy arms of the great saint of war at that, under the conditions the Pinnacle of the Senses placed on you, Caldia is impressed. This battle is yours.
As he said those words, Saint Anger crushed Leir from above. The poor man could only watch as the praying fists squashed him.
Winner- Alan of the Cross Guard! Pozun declared.
How did Saint Anger hit Leir with Alan in his condition? Ginta wondered in amazement.
Dorothy explained, Ginta. You've met Merilo correct?
Ginta nodded. Dorothy continued, During our time in the training gates, we've been confronted with many ἅrms. The shadowmen, the monsters, and even the inside of the dimension itself are maintained by those two as Alan told me. Those two have an independent magical energy source weak as it is.
Nanashi cut in, In this case, Alan supplied the power. That guardian then utilized Alan's Saint Anger and directed its might towards Leir.
A powerful ability indeed. With guardians like that Alan doesn't require any of his senses, Galian added.
Yeah, Nanashi muttered his agreement.
Dorothy shook her head, No. If that were true, why didn't he summon one of them beforehand?
Ginta spoke up, I've never seen him use them in the last War Games either, even when he was up against Chaton.
It's a mystery, Nanashi commented.