Chapter 32:
His silver hair flying, Dynast scuffed his back foot against the ground and thrust forward. With a clang, the Thunder God did the same and parried. Hazel and golden eyes flashed as the fighters pulled back their gloves simultaneously.
"Fireball!"
Heading towards each other for a straight on collision, the two spells erupted into a large explosion. Once again, all spectators had moved to the air.
Rubbing her eyes, the bandit killer tried her best to follow the pair's battle as they sped across the arena and back, explosions raining after them. Turning to the chimera, she glided over.
"Oi, Zel, see much?"
"…I'm trying."
"Fights like these certainly stimulates the senses, eh Lina san?"
The bandit killer whirled round in the air, only to see a smiling Trickster Priest, a steaming cup of coffee in his hand.
Lina gulped. "Xelloss…where is oneesama?"
Lifting the cup from its saucer, the mazoku frowned in deep thought. "Hmm…I believe she's resting in her room right now."
Spotting the violet-haired mazoku, the Princess of Seryuun flew over, her face contorted in a rather hilarious fashion.
"Xelloss san! What were you doing in Luna san's room?!"
The Beastmaster's general cum priest spun his cup on a single finger, his cryptic answer long ready on his lips.
"Sore wa himitsu desu."
Just as the infuriated Lina was about to headlock him, the mazoku zipped in front of the fiery-tempered girl, his staff raised.
"Balus wall." A translucent shield formed round the group, just as a fiery spell smashed into it, lighting up the area. Lina gaped at the Trickster, who had returned to sipping his coffee as though nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.
"Were you going to say something, Lina san?"
Below them, the battle raged on, with the fighters' respective weapons slashing wildly at each other, spells conjured up in the manner of seconds. Ducking a blow, the Thunder God straightened and swung his sword up in a huge shining arc. "You're not bad."
Countering the swing with a swing down, the Supreme King's hazel eyes remained emotionless as his foot lashed out at Rairyuu's unprotected chest. "So are you."
The Thunder God dodged the kick. "That girl of yours wasn't so bad either."
Hazel eyes flared. "Why…thank you."
"Your welcome. Elmekia Lance!"
Dynast leapt into the air, as the spell shot by him. Smirking, the silver-haired Mazoku Lord somersaulted back and landed. "Dynast bras."
A golden pentagon formed round the Thunder God whose golden eyes widened in surprise, before being enveloped by the glow of light which shot up from all corners of the quadrilateral.
"Rairyuu!" The black-haired Water Dragon gasped.
Gripping the hilt of his sword, the Mazoku Lord sprinted forward. From out of the drifting smoke dashed a slightly charred Rairyuu, sword whirling.
Everyone sucked their breath in with a sharp whoosh. Each fighter had the point of their sword to their opponent's throat. Their wrists were tense and shaking slightly, as though itching to slice the tip deep into the other.
Suddenly, something clattered beside them. Being as tense as coiled springs, Dynast and Rairyuu hopped away.
It was an oak staff with its jewel glowing gently on top.
"Oya oya…how careless of me."
The pair flashed icicle glares at the laughing Trickster Priest above them.
With emerald eyes fixed on Xelloss, the handsome brunette smirked. "An excellent fight, Dynast, Rairyuu."
Golden and hazel eyes pierced into each other, before fists clenched, the two fighters left to their separate sides.
