33 Risen#re

Chapter 92 - 092 – A Would Be Massacre 3



Lirian felt a little sun-kissed as the ball of fire came down, but as he felt the scorching heat, he knew that even if he left it alone it would burn out in seconds.

The hot air in the training room made the air very thin making it very difficult for any fire to last the bigger the fire the shorter it would last.

It was the same with his wave of fire that he unleashed at the beginning of the battle, it took only a few seconds before the fire burnt itself out.

He split his attention slightly to receive the fireball, he only needed to chip away at it a little bit before it became useless, but he had plans of his own as it came crashing down.

"We knew that you'd use energy control to break the fireball," Mordred's voice sounded behind him, he jumped into the air and threw his spear, it whistled as it tore through the air and shot straight at Lirian.

"And I knew you'd think that I couldn't handle dealing with four people," he laughed and stop diffusing the fire ball.

The ball of fire seemed to completely engulf him as the spear came whistling to his side, he grabbed the spear from the air and focused the ground beneath him, he used the energy he collected to act as foot holds and pushed of it to break out of the sand.

"Are you mad the fire will kill you!" Eido shouted as she saw the fire fall on top of him a huge flash of fire erupted scorching the ground all around Lirian, creating a cloud of smoke and dust as it struck the ground.

The warriors that gathered were forced to retreat once again by the blazing hot flames that shot outward in every direction.

"Deja vu," Mordered muttered as the flames fanned out, forcing him to retreat again.

Lirian stood in the centre where not a bit of fire had even touched, he remained on a spot of dry but brown earth while everything else around him was charred black.

It looked like a burning doughnut had crashed into the ground and scorched the earth in a perfect circle leaving the centre completely untouched.

Lirian remained still as if the fire didn't affect him in the slightest and began to focus, 'I need to find the Pollock, he is the one under shadow concealment, in all this time I haven't felt him even once.'

'It's such a pity, they did have a good plan,' Lirian thought with a shrug, ', well, I did tell them that life isn't fair, so they shouldn't cry too much that I'm their opponent.'

Lirian could hear the haggard breathed of three people around him as the smoke from the fire made it even harder for them breath, it was then that he heard it.

'Thump,', he heard the heartbeat of the last warrior in his blind spot.

"Hey Mordred, thanks so much for offering me your spear," he shouted aloud.

Mordred looked at everyone with a flabbergasted expression, the way Lirian said that it, made it sound like he had turned traitor and helped Lirian out.

'I wasn't trying to help you, I was trying to skewer one of your god damn legs,' he wanted to cry out as he saw Lirian suddenly spin around and launch the spear directly at Pollocks hiding place.

The spear ripped forward with shocking speed and accuracy but at the last moment, a large psychic blast hit the spear and threw it of course.

It plunged into the ground and continued to sink until only a small piece large enough for someone to wrap their hand around remained above ground.

Pollocked gulped at the sight, had that hit him, he was certain that he'd be getting a body part stitched back on if he was lucky.

Pollock had been watching patiently hoping to find an opening in Lirian, when the fire fell over Lirian it was the perfect opportunity but he got scared.

What would happen to them if he accidentally killed Lirian, he felt his heart beat rapidly in a panic, and before he could think a spear was hurtling his way.

He panicked to get out of the way and in doing so he broke the concealment.

Lirian stopped as he turned in their direction giving them each a devilish smile, he said, "Now I'm going to tell you one very big mistake you all made."

"On the field of battle you must never, under any circumstances, give up the guard around your centre of communication," when he finished the sword went flying from his hand and landed directly at Karen's feet, leaving a bloody gash on her leg.

"And now she's dead," he said softly.

When Karen blinked again, she had already been whisked away by Alastor, "Wait he only hit my leg I can keep going," she said hurriedly climbing back to her feet.

"If he wanted that sword of his in your heart or neck it would have been there without a doubt," Alastor said sternly and looked back to the fight.

"Well, here's another rule for you," Eido said with a little anger in her voice, "A warrior that losses their weapon is the most likely to die."

As she huffed her little devil horn bobbed up and down on her dead, now that Lirian was weaponless it was game over for him.

"Ordinarily you'd be absolutely correct," Lirian spoke calmly, ", but when you fight someone from a completely different league it doesn't matter whether you have one person with a weapon or a hundred, it's a check mate from the very start, you lost."

"There are still eleven of us and one of you," she said gripping onto her spear even tighter, despite Lirian having no weapon in hand she still felt afraid to approach and fight him alone.

Lirian laughed, "Yet you started off with eighteen, your mages exhausted themselves between the quick sand and the fire ball, your psychics have been over taxing themselves to help you warriors stay up for a little longer, Hinata has wasted almost all her energy to cloak Pollock,"

Lirian began to chuckle without a care in the world, "And would you care to take a careful look at me, I'm not yet even sweating, do tell me your plan to take me down now that you've lost your only form of communication, and almost half your numbers not to mention that your side is already exhausted."

"It's as I said it was checkmate from the beginning," he said dashing their hopes with a reality check.

His voice carried clearly and as they all looked at him, they could see that not even a drop of perspiration rolled down his forehead and his clothes still looked immaculate.

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