Soul of a Human

With the sound of the first hit another sound was drowned out. With a bunch of four "pops" some new people joined the gathering at the end of the hall, noticing the tense atmosphere and trying to make sense of it.

One of them wanted to instantly charge into the fray, but with a finger snip of another. She was locked in place, the third shaking his head.

"I want to see how this will go." The second said, with a voice full of authority.

The fourth, was looking around in suprise and confusion, not understanding what was going on.

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Amber rushed to the prone form of the headmaster, trying to save his life and was just in the process of berating Mor for his idocity as the first hit smashed into the entity`s head. She decided at this moment, to have faith in the boy.

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°How did you like that?° The human asked in contempt.

Mor wound up for a following attack, not wanting to give this thing any chance at retaliation, but he was to slow.

With an enraged roar, the Ranbor-thing unleashed a torrent of flame engulfing the boy, burning, consuming, a distraught cry echoing through the hall. Then there was a "swhoosh" parting the fire prison, and an unharmed Mor charged out of it, his wooden baton smoldering but still holding strong.

°Fuck. This thing won´t hold forever, we need to keep up the pressure.° The human commentet, contorting Mors body into another strike.

Mor supplied this movement with magic enhancement, but they were to slow. The entity had already gotten up in a burst of flaming energy, evading the incomming strike. Mor followed up with a quick thrust, launching his batton right into the stomach of the entity, forcing it into a pained gasp.

The entity roared again, creating a flaming saber and countering Mors quick attacks, with a fainting strike it slashed acros the hemp of Mors robe, setting it ablaze.

Mor jumped back at this, firing three quick rocks to buy himself some time. The rocks impacted the body of the entity smashing rips, tearing skin, but seemingly to no noticable effect. Still Mor had bought himself enough time, to remove his burning robe, revealing his upper body completly. This time though no reaction was forthcomming, because every one watching was captured by the duel.

The entity growled, with the sound of a roaring wildfire, it unleashed a flaming breath to overwhelm the weaker boy. And again, Mor slashed through the inferno, before he could take damage, unleashing another barrage of fast stones, and following up with a charge.

The entity dodged the stones, melting one into slag in the process, but then couldn´t evade the downward swing of Mors baton. The attack smashed through it´s shoulderbone, disabling the fire-sword-wielding right arm, and was instantly followed up with a wide sweep against the entitys left side.

The entity slid out of the follow up, regaining ground and screaming like a wounded beast, just as the first crysall fell out of Mors smoldering baton, with a silent clink, shaken loose by the impacts and the slow burning of the wood.

In the breathless moment of the battle, this silent noice sounded almost deafening to Mor, distracting him for a heartbeat. That distraction almost cost Mor his life, as the entity changed its tactic, dismissing the sword in favour of a burning whip, lashing out capturing Mor around the neck.

Mor had expected a swordstrike and had raised his baton in defense, that way the was not completly helpless. In a strained groan Mor used his strength to press his baton against the firery bond, and then escaping. He again got himself some distance, on hand going to the now burned streak across the back of his neck, coughing, his eyes tearing up from the pain.

°Fight, through it! Don´t let yourself be distracted!° The human shouted and Mor took a deep breath, trying to ignore the pain.

Mor refocused, as the flaming whip lashed towards him, sidestepping it. He closed the distance, swinging his baton in a two handed baseball swing, his thundering strike folding up the entity, losing another crystal in the attack. Mor continued his attack with a kick, that he instantly regretted. The touch of the entitys skin, leaving a burn mark through Mors pants and on his skin.

With a pained howl, Mor hopped back, holding his pained leg. The entity in turn burst into flames, every cut and open wound of Ranbors body, adding to the inferno.

"You unworthy bastard!" The entity roared. "I´ll kill you!"

With a bunch of unhealty crunches, the entity fixed its broken arm, burning brighter every second.

The heat was almost unbearable, still Mor held his ground, rubbing his burnt leg and casting a quick healing spell to heal it up a bit.

The entity unleashed a tidalwave of fire, trying to overwhelm the boy, and still getting denied by the power of Mors baton. Mor back in the fight, rushed forward again kicking one of the crystals on the floor towards the entity, forcing it to dodge and following up with another two handed swing, aiming right for the entitys legs.

The heat of the entity giving Mor an instant sunburn on his exposed skin, still Mor clenched his teeth, finishing his magically powered swing with every bit of force he could muster, breaking both of the entity´s legs in the process. But instead of it falling to the ground, it started to hover, not relying on its legs anymore.

°That´s bullshit!° The human complained.

The entity unleashed another firestorm, forcing Mor back.

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Saphine awoke, dizzy, recognizing shocked gasps from nearby students, and Clares desparing sobs. In confusion she looked around, seeing Orth standing there, his knuckles white, his jaw clenched, shaking in helpless rage.

"What´s going on?" Saphine asked in a quiet pained voice, suprising Orth and Clare.

"Saphine! You´re awake!" Clare cried, hugging the confused girl, and after that returning to uncontrolled sobbing.

"Mor... he´s..." Clare tried to explain, her words failing her.

"Ranbor, did something. But I can´t even fathom what, and it created that thing." Orth said nodding to the heated carnage.

Saphine looked to where Mor brawled with the entity, recognizing the beat up form of Ranbor, but had to agree with Orth. Whatever that thing was, it was not Ranbor.

"Why is Agaton fighting it?" Saphine asked. "Why aren´t the teachers doing anything?"

"He fights it, because it wanted you and him. I can only guess, that a bit of Ranbor is still within it, giving its rage direction." Orth answered, holding back a deep fury.

"Me?" Saphine asked and Orth nodded.

"It said, if we give you and the "peasant" to it, it will spare everyone else." He answered.

"But why aren´t the teachers doing anything?" She contined to ask.

"Because they can´t. It killed one of them with a single gaze, it even defeated the headmaster." Orth explained.

Saphine looked over in shook, where she could see a few teachers, averting their gaze in humiliation.

"Why didn´t he run?!" Saphine demanded to know. "He´s good at that! He could have just left!"

But Orth shook his head again.

"He couldn´t. Else he would have damed, you and everyone here to death. Additionally whatever Mor learned from Snow, is seemingly the only effective technique against that thing." Orth said.

"And all I can do is watch... How can I call myself a noble, but my legs aren´t moving." He mumbled in despair.

"Why would he protect me?!" Saphine asked again.

"Because, he sees you as a friend." Orth stated simply.

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°How are we on energy?° The human asked, but Mor only grunted.

He could feel the headaches slowly growing, they would need to end this soon. With this in heart Mor continued his attack, chosing a flood of wild swings, against the entity. It blocked, and evaded almost everyone of those uncontrolled swings, damaging the wooden baton more and more, but Mor hadn´t planned to end it with those wild attacks. He wanted to corner the thing, limiting it´s movements and finally he put all his might and magic into his final attack, he forced his double handed swing, through the firery defenses, cracking and shattering the baton on the entitys head. The remaining crystals cluttering to the ground, with the body of the entity. Mor let out a shout in victory, the whole gathering hall erupting in cheers with him.

Orth, Clare and Saphine rushing towards him, just as the teachers did. His friends embraced the exhausted boy, while the teachers took a look at the entity. The teachers quickly noticed, that the thing was still alive and combining their might they formed an lance of pure magic energy, with the intent to utterly destroy it´s soul.