HEAD ENEMY KNIGHT
The arena was ablaze, the air thick with the acrid smell of smoke and sweat. Swarms of untamable fires surrounded Reynold, casting flickering shadows on his face. His eyes gleamed with a fierce inner light, his jaw set in determination. There was no escape, no quarter asked or given. With the six of us at our fullest, Reynold's death was all but certain.
My comrades and I attacked in perfect sync, our movements a beautifully choreographed dance. Our swords clashed, sparks flying as we exchanged blows. Reynold parried and riposted, his movements lightning-fast. He wielded his sword with precision, striking true time and again.
I stepped back, creating an opening for a devastating attack. I charged up my mana, feeling the familiar surge of energy. My hands wove intricate patterns, and a hydra-like serpent made of flames erupted from the ground. The spell was a masterpiece, a testament to my skill and power. I hurled the hydra at Reynold, who was trapped by an unbreakable binding spell.
The flames engulfed him, and I laughed in triumph. "Burn," I exclaimed, my voice echoing off the arena walls. But my celebration was short-lived.
Reynold burst free from the binding spell, his sword flashing in the light. He counterattacked, his movements swift and deadly.
My comrades and I defended ourselves, our swords clashing with Reynold's. The battle raged on, the outcome not soo far from certain.
We were strong but even I knew he was stronger.
I summoned three more hydras, hurling them at Reynold. He deflected them with ease, his movements swift and precise. He retaliated with a wave of his hand, unleashing a blast of energy that sent me flying across the arena.
I landed hard, my sword slipping from my grasp. Reynold loomed over me, his eyes blazing with intensity. I scrambled to my feet, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I had to end this fight quickly.
I reached for my pocket, my hand closing around the pills Lord Bonderee had given me. I consumed them without hesitation, feeling a surge of energy and strength. My comrades followed suit, and together we launched a fierce attack on Reynod.
Now the gap between us had been closed, were going to win this.
Our movements were swift and deadly, our swords clashing with Reynold's. Reynold stumbled back, his movements slowing. We pressed our advantage, our attacks relentless.
"Do you like that?" I exclaimed, my voice laced with excitement. Reynold's eyes flashed with anger but he did not respond, and then he launched a counterattack. His sword sliced through our defenses, and my comrades fell, one by one.
I faced Reynold alone, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that I was no match for him. Not anymore. He charged at me, his sword flashing in the light. I tried to defend myself, but it was no use.
Was this crazy son of a Bitch hiding his true strength from us all along? Just how strong is he?
Reynold's sword sliced through mine leaving a massive tear in my flesh, and I felt a searing pain. I fell to the ground, my vision blurring. Reynold stood over me, his eyes empty and his expression emotionless as always.
Suddenly, he released his aura. It was a dark navy blue color, accompanied by streams of lightning that danced across his body. The air seemed to vibrate with energy, the atmosphere around us seemed to dance to his tune, and I felt my lungs constrict.
But what terrified me most was the silence. The lightning flashed, but there was no sound. No thunder, no cracks. Just an oppressive silence that seemed to suffocate me.
"Why can't I hear it?" I cried out, my voice trembling. Reynold's expression didn't change. He leaned in, his voice low and steady.
"Why can't you hear it?" he repeated. And then, he whispered, and I felt a chill down my spine, it was as though everything i had lived for and fought for was a pure waste of time. Not in thousand years could i dream on standing above this creature. Pulling me closer his finally whispers gently into my ear, "Have you forgotten my name?"
His arm flashed, and I felt a searing pain. Reynold's electrified arm had pierced my heart. I looked up at him, my vision blurring.
And in that moment, I remembered. Reynold, the strongest warrior in Zouran. Reynold, the most powerful of all elves second to none, the name that was both feared and admired by all who knewn of him...the called him not by his honorable name but by his terrifing title ...Reynold the SilenceThunder. The name everyone knew, The Absence of sound. Reynod, The Quite storm.
My eyes fell heavy, and I felt my life slipping away. For some reason I was relieved that it was Reynold who had ended my life. He was the only one worthy of defeating me. I saw him as an equal..
But sometimes I wonder did he see me the same.....