CHAPTER SIX:
A TREE HAD been uprooted and had flung through the air, the impact had crumbled Bulkian's umpteenth buster sword, the debris slicing a new cut on the cnavas that was Bulkian's face. The man who had seen many a battle was gasping for air, his magic reserves quickly deminishing. His actions slowing to a crawl as his magic screams as Bulkian tries to summon what little he has left, but Lady Wrath easily saw the struggle that Bulkian was going through.
"oh, poor man. Time may have made you experienced, but your ability to call the elements is now catching up with your age. What are you? Twenty-nine? you act like a sixty year old! you're supposed to be at the peak of your power. This is the most you can muster? The infamous Right Hand of the captain can't even match me? And the other Lords' fear you in battle. Pha! What a j-" The girl was cut off by a hole being formed in the middle of her stomach.
She looked down to see her insides missing. Her face twisted into a scowl and her body entering a fit of rage. She snapped her body around to see Atlas, now standing, a golden circle with the sun at its centre ablaze on his chest, his body being guarded by flames.
"Child." Lady Wrath spat as she started hobling to Atlas. The damage that she had taken from her duel with Bulkian visibly taking its toll.
"How did that not hurt her?" Atlas asked himself as he watched the litle girl moving towards him, the air around him grew humid. It felt as if the very air that he breathed was heavy. "Hey you! Girl! What're you doing?!" He called out.
Her scorwl became more wicked, her eyes darkening, her hair starting to lift in the air that swirled around her "Boy. I am not some girl. I am a leader of the Order of the Sin. I am Lady Amy Wrath of House Rose! Attuned in the element of Air! I am blessed with the gifts of the the Wrath of Man! A sin that has plagued man kind for centuries! I am one of Seven Deadly Dark Lords that have the ability to turn what one may cherish against them! Fuck you, you insulent swine for thinking that you can lay a hand on me! I AM A GOD COMPARED TO THE LIKES OF YOU! COMPARED TO ME, YOU'RE NOTHING BUT PIGS SHIT!" She screamed as her magic erupted from her body like a volcano, uprooting any trees that hadn't been moved in the previous duel.
"Now, fucking face me you bastard! I, LADY ROSE WRATH OF HOUSE ROSE CHALLENEGE THE CUNT BEFORE ME TO A DUEL OF JUSTICE!" She yelled out, a batalion of tree's flying behind her. There was some distance between herself and where Atlas stood.
A sensation had wrapped Atlas, but he knew the words to respond with "Fine. I, Atlas Vault, of Belgarve Academy hereby accept your request to duel of justice, on the terms that no spell taht may kill the other be used." with the last word that left his mouth, the magic that hugged him let go of its tight squeeze.
The rules for their duel set, now justice must be dealt.
With a flick of her hand, the trees that had formed a collection of soliders for the Sin had been slung in the young man's direction. Instead of leaping out of the way, he instead raised his hand, and thought of the overwhelming sensation that he felt moments before. His magic surged through him, and blasted through the trees, dissintergrating those in his way, and those that didn't perish to the blast of power were set alight, no longer in the control of Lady Wrath, fell to the ground like a dead log.
This only seemed to anger the little girl more. She raised her arms above her head, and opened her mouth. Her teeth in points, and a touge a foot long slithered from her mouth as her eyes glew an incredibly bright orange "FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I DID NOT GIVE YOU ANY FUCKING PERMISSION TO DEFEND YOURSELF! DIEDIEDIEDIE!" She screamed as the winds all around them circled Atlas, in some feeble attempt at drowing the flames that surounded him in air.
The sun sigil on the circle on his chest glew brighter than before. The typically blue iris' of Atlas' eyes now a bright yellow as he raised his hands, and blasted the air with his own power, as if taming the power of the wind.
Bulkian managed to gain his breath back and looked up from where he laid on the ground, through the hole in Lady Wrath's body he could see Atlas floating slightly in the air as the wind pulled at him, but his spirit escaping his body, cloden flecks of magic twinkling in the wind, and the orange radiance of rage from Lady Wrath colliding in the air, a battle of spirits that no sane man would fight.
Lady Wrath screaming, using every last drop of her own power reserves to command the wind to pull Atlas' body apart, but the boy, no longer in control of his body, gave the reigns to this foreign power that was allowing him to win the duel. Blasts of searing heat pulsed out of his body, attacking the diminishing rage that came from Wrath's body.
Soon, the power of the Sun Sigil had outlasted that of the Sin. The wind now in control of Atlas, swirled around the head of the young girl, robbing her of her oxygen. Not long after her body fell.
Bulkian had moved just in time to catch her. He may have been her enemy, but he still fought with honour. Across the field, Zephyr was released from his daze and turned around, to see his friend Atlas cease his control of the air and return to the ground, the flames that surrounded his body vanish and the transmutation cirlce with the sun in the centre erased itself from view. The victory had gone to the boy, but he used too much magic. He collapsed.
Bulkian marched over, Lady Wrath (who was now in cuffs with runes etched into them) slewn over his shoulder, he picked Atlas up and placed him over the other shoulder and looked to Zeph.
"What's your name." Zeph knew that it wasn't a question, and didn't feel like responding sarcastically to the hulking figure.
"My name is Zephyr sir. I went to Balgarve Academy with Atlas there." Bulkian stood for a moment before pulling a locket from around his neck, squeezing it, it began to glow
"Where were you headed?"
"Atlas and I were headed to one of the Great Army's safe houses to meet with our friends who had survived the attack from the Sins."
"There are others?"
"No. That demon of a thing said that they'd captured our friends."
"Tough break kid." Bulkians body began fade "Well, if you wanna get to the safe house. You better hold on. These things aren't a two way thing." Zeph was confused on the type of magic and held onto Atlas' dangling arm as they CRACK'd out of view.
Within seconds the landscape of the wood had vanished and instead was replaced with a castle. Zeph's eyes widened as he saw the castle. Belgarve was a decent enough castle, but it was a school cool type castle, whatever this place was called, it was 'This castle has seen some battle's and will kick the shit out of your stupid school building' type of cool castle.
"Well well well, look what the kneazle dragged in." Zeph looked up to see a man with only one arm rest against the door way to the keep from the courtyard that they were standing in.
"Dracorius, what an unpleasant suprise." Bulkian replied.
The two smiled and moved towards eachother, a handshake was all that was shared before Draco finally noticed the two body's handing over the Lieutenant's shoulders. "Pomfrey's inside. I'm sure she can find a bed somewhere." Bulkian got the message loud and clear. "Wait... Is that?" Bulkian turned to him, his eyes sullen from the fight he endured. "Right. I'll get an owl quickly, I'll come find you." he turned back into the castle "POMFREY, THERE'S SOME WIZARD'S WHO NEED YOU MEDICAL ATTENTION! BEN, GET HERE!" he called out as they all retreated to the castle.
"Come inside Zephyr. The medics here are some of the best I've ever known. Let them check over you. Your friend here will be fine." Bulkian spoke, his voice maintaining its soft intensity.
Once they stepped into the castle, Zeph only had to feel the air. It hit him harder than it could have in the past week. The war was real, and he was now apart of it, if he liked it, or not.