Atticus and Ae’ark clashed in a series of unending sparks, each one sending a wave of force so intense that a swirling wave of air had already formed around them, preventing anything from coming close or even entering.
The crew members watching the unfolding battle couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the insane show of skill.
The Ravenstein family were elementalists through and through. While many of them still used weapons, not all of them could master them to a mind-numbing level.
Most of them would rather choose to master their weapons to an acceptable level and then focus on their elements instead. It was where their true power lay.
However, their young master was different. Atticus and his katana’s movements were in sync, so much so that many would think they were one. He moved with his katana skillfully and without hesitation, but he wasn’t the only one.
If Atticus were the only one who was skillful, the current performance wouldn’t be as mesmerizing.
Ae’ark used his spear expertly, as though he had been using it for generations. His hand and legs moved swiftly, deftly maneuvering his weapon.
Despite the fact that they were both currently battling in the air, none of it seemed to have any effect on them.
A multitude of foot-sized crimson shields appeared everywhere Atticus’s legs were, his movements swift and deadly. Hundreds of lethal slashes were unleashed in the blink of an eye, streaks of blue sparks filling his front.
Multiple actions were performed all at once, his movements becoming erratic. He moved with the abruptness of flickering flames in one instant and weightless air in the next.
The nature of his movements shifted between each element rapidly, adjusting, adjusting, and adjusting.
Almost a thousand slashes were unleashed, each with a different nature of movement.
Ae’ark’s movements, in contrast, were heavy and thoroughly controlled. Despite the smile on his face, his every movement was deadly and precise.
His every thrust struck the heart of Atticus’s devastating slashes, perfectly parrying every attack while simultaneously unleashing his own.
Atticus’s figure moved like seamless waves, evading a thrust that threatened to pierce through him. Both hands on his katana faced downwards, crimson shields appearing underneath both his feet, his stance firming.
The nature of Atticus’s movement shifted, his hands erupting upwards in raging fire, his katana in a devastating upward arc swing towards the unbalanced Ae’ark.
However, Ae’ark’s figure maintained its usual aura of calmness, his eyes narrowing and his life weapon responding in kind.
Ae’ark abruptly let go of his spear. Initially moving forward, it suddenly shot downwards with such speed it appeared as though Ae’ark had swung it with all his strength.
The butt of the spear met the katana, an intense collision happening but eventually, the spear lost.
However, its purpose had already been achieved: the katana’s momentum slowed.
Ae’ark regained his balance, gripping his spear swiftly from the air. Sparks once again filled the air as a torrent of attacks was unleashed without any end. Atticus and Ae’ark became a blur of motion, each strike and counter-strike blending into a seamless dance of death.
Atticus’s katana moved like a living flame, each swing a blaze of deadly precision. Ae’ark’s spear, in contrast, was a personification of controlled power, each thrust and parry executed with perfect timing.
Their weapons clashed, creating a sound of metallic notes that echoed through the battlefield.
Suddenly, Atticus feinted left, his body twisting like a ribbon in the wind. Ae’ark, anticipating the move, thrust his spear forward, but Atticus had already shifted.
With a burst of speed, Atticus brought his katana down in a sweeping arc. Ae’ark, unfazed, countered with a sidestep, bringing his spear up to deflect the blow.
They found their way to the ground, the collision sending shockwaves through the earth, dust and debris swirling around them. Ae’ark’s eyes remained focused, his grip on his spear tightening.
He pushed forward, his spear darting towards Atticus’s midsection. Atticus responded with a swift spin, his katana a blur of motion as it deflected the thrust and followed up with a mana-imbued counter-slash.
The yellow glow on Ae’ark’s spear thickened, its form shooting forward and colliding with the attack.
An intense explosion rocked the space once again, the figures of Atticus and Ae’ark shooting backwards.
Once again, Atticus abruptly sheathed his katana, the air around him changing.
Ae’ark instantaneously followed, standing as straight as a ruler, his spear held vertically, its pointed tip facing upwards.
The atmosphere changed, the world holding its breath. They both muttered under their breath,
“Katana Series; 2nd art: Endless blade.”
“Spear Series; 2nd Art: Infinite Pierce.”
Then, they both suddenly disappeared.
Many of the watching crew members wondered where they went for a second until it started: dull booms, an uncountable number of them sounding from every single direction.
A moment passed before reality reacted, and the cataclysmic cacophony of explosions akin to a sundering world resounded across the space.
The entirety of the area erupted into a blinding light, a blue razor-sharp slash on one end and a yellow sharp thrust on the other, appearing around the area in staggering amounts. Each met in the air, radiating an intense blue and yellow light.
The battlefield became electric, the very air vibrating with the ferocity of their clash. Atticus’s blue slashes and Ae’ark’s golden thrusts met in midair, each impact sending shockwaves rippling outward.
The ground beneath them cracked and splintered, unable to withstand the sheer force of their duel.
The sky above seemed to shudder, the intensity of their attacks piercing the heavens.
In the heart of the storm, Atticus and Ae’ark moved with blinding speed, their forms barely discernible amid the chaos.
Atticus’s katana erupted in arcs of blue fire, each swing a deadly promise. Ae’ark’s spear danced with golden light, every thrust a precise and lethal strike.
Time itself seemed to blur as they fought, each second stretching into an eternity.
Two minutes passed, and then, in a final, cataclysmic collision, Atticus’s katana and Ae’ark’s spear met in a blinding flash of light.
The explosion that followed was deafening, a supernova of energy that shook the very foundations of the world around them.
The light finally faded after a few seconds. Atticus and Ae’ark stood facing each other, breathing heavily, their weapons still held tightly in their hands.
