Fifimo "Her aura is just like mine Noboragu, only difference is shes an artists. It's time to turn up, Insect larva fungus, TERRA ONE"
Fifimo transforms into his Grand Macer Terra one.
Nororagu "Isn't a bit too soon for that?"
Fifimo 'No, these two are very strong so I need eyes, I want to harvest them in my stomach" Fifimo licks his lips like a maniac. Orange electro pulsated through the ground.
FIFIMO'S GRAND MACER TERRA ONE
He raised his own staff, voice cutting through the static. Fifimo's Grave Hands convulsed, their fingers twitching like living wires before releasing an explosion of electric beams, bright yellow bolts snapping through the air like serpents of lightning.
Each shot tore through the courtyard walls, blowing apart chunks of stone and leaving trails of molten scorch.
Fifimo laughed, wild, unhinged, the sound bouncing between the ruins.
"Dance for me, little knight! Dance!"
Lanni burst forward, sword raised high.
Her blade sang through the air, slicing at one of the massive glowing hands.
The impact flared with orange sparks, but the blade stuck halfway through the spectral flesh, it wouldn't sever.
Fifimo's staff glowed bright orange.
"You can't cut through a grave Hand silly woman, not possible hehe!"
The Grave Hand flexed its fingers and backhanded Lanni, the hit cracking through the air like thunder. She flew backward, skidding through the dirt before twisting and catching herself mid-slide.
Noboragu stepped forward, calm amid chaos.
His staff rotated in his hand as he muttered: "Grave Hands."
From the ground behind him, another smoke-shaped limb erupted, gray, veined, alive.
It shot across the courtyard and punched Naggi square in the chest. It's smoke aura dissentegrate dthe rooft top, the hand contniue
She blocked, blade first, but the power was monstrous.
The shockwave blasted her backward through a crumbling wall, smoke and dust billowing after her.
"Don't bother struggling," Noboragu said, voice cold and sure. "You're a woman, you cannot beat man."
Fifimo cackled again, his Grave Hands crawling closer, their fingertips twitching with electricity.
"Let's pull the paint off your pretty little face, Knight!"
From the rubble, Naggi's bronze sword flashed.
She stepped forward, slow, deliberate, bronze energy crackling across her blade like molten sunlight.
"You talk too much."
She slashed downward.
A crescent wave of Abi energy split through the air, colliding with Fifimo's hands in a burst of fire and smoke.
Fifimo "Nice try but I've got all hands on deck."
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Fifimo stumbled, shielding himself with his staff. "Noboragu! She—"
But Lanni was already there.
She leapt from behind a fallen pillar, Moon Sword shimmering white, her strike hitting Noboragu's Grave Hand mid-cast, slicing it in half.
"Two can play that game."
Fifimo "She actually cut it in half" He grunted "I must have made that one weaker."
The Artimancers stumbled back, robes singed by the collision.
Lanni turned to Naggi. "You all right?"
Naggi smirked, wiping the dirt from her cheek. "Better than them."
They moved without words, synchronized, practiced.
When one stepped forward, the other guarded; when one struck, the other created the opening.
Knight and Knight, sword and song, bronze and moonlight, every movement echoed with purpose. They began to move swift like cheetas.
Noburagu and Fifimo struggled to read their moevments.
Lanni swung high; Naggi spun low.
Their swords clashed with Grave Hands and shattered them mid-gesture, Abi meeting Artimancery in a shower of sparks.
Naggi Activated her Bronze Armor
Noboragu and Fifimo backed away, panic creeping into their faces.
"This, this isn't possible they're women!" Noboragu growled.
Fifimo hissed, "They're supposed to be weaker!"
"Guess your trades outdated," Lanni said, lunging forward.
"Art of the Knight RAIJING WOLF"
Her Moon Sword struck first, a blinding arc that cut through the smoke, implaing her blade into Fifimo's chest.
On ejecting her blade, Fifimo passed out.
Naggi followed, her Bronze Sword illuminated with orange electro, Naggi "Art of the knight, Electric Orange, WOLF BITE"
With a single strike she cut through Noboragu, only not with her physical blade but with her Abi.
The electricity instantly shut his heart off temporarily. He collapsed.
She drove it into the ground, an eruption of bronze light bursting upward, consuming both Artimancers in a surge of orange electro energy.
The courtyard shook.
The air turned white with heat.
When it cleared, Noboragu and Fifimo lay broken, their staffs shattered, their bodies charred by their own failing arts.
Lanni lowered her sword, breath steady. "That's for the children you turned to ash."
Naggi's voice softened. "I must find my son."
Else where in the mist of the chaos.
The smoke parted.
Three figures approached.
Sephiss, draped in black and white robes marked with gold runes, his eyes hollow and unreadable.
Avastma, tall and armored, carrying a staff wrapped in floating metal rings that pulsed with faint gravity.
And Domain, serene and ghostly, her face hidden beneath a silver hood that shimmered with blue light.
Domain smiled faintly. "We finally get to showcase our abilities. It's been too long since we've engaged in combat."
Avastma nodded. "Indeed. We should savor this opportunity."
Sephiss stepped forward, his shadow stretching through the courtyard.
"Most don't yet understand what we are," he said softly.
"But they will soon."
His hand opened, and a faint purple sigil flickered in the air like a heartbeat.
"The power of Philosophy."
To be continued...