Chapter 7: The 1st seal

"I can see your determination burning like fire!" The man said. "By the way, have I introduced myself?"

"I don't need to know your damn fucking name!" Gan bellowed. He drew out his mace and hurled it at the man, who blocked it with his mere fingers.

"That's what I like about you guys…I am Archaeon, an assassin sent by Lord Baal himself."

"B-Baal?"

"Yes. Now that I've told you, I have to kill you!"

Archaeon pushed Gan aside and drew out his twin sabers, running at top speed towards Faquir. He dodged it right before the sword on his right hit him, thus colliding into the floor. Archaeon quickly turned around, his left saber narrowly missed Faquir. Behind him, Faquir could hear chanting of some sort, in a language he couldn't decipher. Archaeon whisked off behind Faquir and pushed him with such force that he made a strong impact on the wall, fracturing it. Archaeon walked over to his smashed body, drew out his sword, and thrust it at him. It went through him, but peculiarly, no blood came out.

Archaeon looked behind him to see a bruised and angry Faquir who punched him hard in the face. He played around with time a bit, sowing it down so that the pain Archaeon experienced would last longer. He flew in the air a bit and landed on his sword, doing a handstand on it, his left arm holding the other sword, holding it in a horizontal position.

Archaeon eyed Gan devilishly and threw the sword at him, while falling to the ground and hiding his other sword once more.

Gan never thought he could, but he did. He caught the sword Archaeon hurled at him, using his mere two fingers.

The minute Gan looked away from the blade that was only inches away, he saw Archaeon running at top speed towards him, holding the sheath and hilt of his sword, ready to draw…and kill him.

Archaeon drew his sword and hurled it at Gan with full force. Using his gravity magic, he managed to block it somehow, but his magic won't last long. As Gan's magic fades away, Archaeon's strength rapidly increases.

Archaeon knew this battle wasn't going anywhere, and reached into his pocket and drew out a bottle containing an unknown purple substance.

"I would've enjoyed killing you, but I have to do this quicker." He said as he forcibly let Gan drink it.

Behind him, Faquir hit Archaeon hard with his mace, causing him to drop the bottle, but a small portion of it had already been digested.

"Damn! You've been poisoned…uhh..let's see…" Faquir was thinking back to the days when Mother Liselle herself, the pope of Midgard, taught him how to help other people. To heal the wounded, and to clothe the naked, as is God's way. "I can't think properly!"

Archaeon hit him hard from behind, hurling Faquir several meters away. "I'll deal with you later!" He told Gan.

Archaeon had both swords once again, whilst Faquir only had his cruciform mace, given by his mentor and the pope, Mother Liselle. Blessed with God's own blood, a holy aura is emitted by the mace. When it was given to him, Mother Liselle called it, the Grand Cross.

Archaeon currently held his sword in a hilt-first fashion, and started charging, attempting. He moved with such accuracy, such swiftness, that Faquir had to rely on his magic.

Words can make a difference. Faquir chanted, and in a few seconds, time slowed down, and soon came to a full stop. This kind of magic took a huge amount of mana to be able to cast, and each second Faquir took stopping time, he could feel the pain surging inside him.

He quickly ran over to Archaeon and took one of his swords. He dropped it, and howled in pain. The pain he was experiencing was unbearable….but he knew what he had to do. The baalists were a forsaken clan, altering the flow of time and space itself. From disrupting the flow of magic, to changing the landscape, and of course, worshipping the god to whom their clan is named after: Baal.

Faquir picked up the sword once more, held it sideways, and pierced Archaeon's body with it. He could not take the pain anymore, and time reverted back to normal.

Faquir took back the sword, and a fountain of blood emerged, splattering him and Archaeon with pure, red blood.

"Damn you bastards!" Archaeon bellowed.

"Shut up!" Faquir answered back, hurling the sword at his face, piercing it.

The clocktower was now falling apart. The ground was shaking. He took Ganbatein on his shoulder, but the minute he did a force pulled them. The view of the clocktower slowly faded away, and one question remained inside Faquir mind: was the seal broken?

Gan, on the other hand, tried very hard to open his eyes. He did, and cast a spell, destroying the clocktower completely, and hopefully, the seal.

A/N: oookaay…my first 'all-fight-with-a-little-dialogue' chapter. That was hard to do!