It's a common psychology to save the for the last. Moments like the food melting down to the throat, the taste spreading across the tongue are to be savored thorough the rest of the day. Krodh smiled, looking at his desert coming through the opposite end. The man that caught his curiosity the last day, now will be his opponent. He wore an armor one made without the wearer's comfort in mind, stiff hardened, slashed in the corners yet still pristine nonetheless. He stood his ground whilst Krodh leisurely waved his hand and came to him, upon which he offered his hand, "Hello, How do you do mate? What is your name?"
The man removed his helmet, his eyes studied Krodh, cautious and wary he slowly extended his own hand onto his fellow competitor's and said, "John.S.Duncanfort- May I be privy to your name too?"
"Its Krodh Mayfly." he said while vigorously shaking his hand. Krodh knew everything about his opponent, it was all a ruse for he wanted to scan the openings, the joints and the gaps present in the armor. Two rough hands grasping each other both looking for an opening.
"You gotta have quite the complexion to hide behind such an impressive armor, does it feels cozy inside?"
The thick lips extended across the black face further in a motion of dismay, no kind word have entered the long pierced ears of his. He didn't reply instead let go and said, "May we have a good fight."
Krodh backtracked, never turning around nor letting go of eye contact.
"Begin" shouted the referee.
Krodh immediately fired his original spell named invisible slash (caste time:1Sec) an air spell infused with little bit of water element in order to reflect the light of the surrounding in order to blend with the colors of its environment. Normal air slashes are visible to the naked eye due to refraction caused by the tight air mass that clustering together and increasing the temperature of the given area. The densely packed mass distorts the area they move into however Krodh's invisible slash are made thin to make the refraction less obvious and a little bit of water to blend into the environment more and maintain temperature.
He aimed for a small opening in the neck of the armor
The slash however didn't effect his opponent that much, in fact it missed and hit him in the plate, merely produced a scratch..
'Too shallow, I am yet to reach there.' Krodh thought. 'That said normally it would cut through trunks of old oaks.' He would need way stronger spell to crack through it but the more mana the spell needs, the greater caste time it would need. 'If only my opponent allows me to do so'.
Testing his luck Krodh shadow stepped forward and started amassing his mana and prepared to fire of Gale of Calamity.(Caste time: 35 sec, Type: Air)
Before he could finish the incantation the ground underneath became slippery, course and dry, emanating the heat of a desert and upon further inspection he found himself in one. Krodh scanned his area, he wasn't teleported to this desolate hell rather it was imitated into the arena.
Krodh instead of firing at his opponent used the spell at the ground using its rebound effect to retreat into the corner of the arena. No sooner his body was lifted, six spears made out sand sprang out of the position he was standing, luckily he was out of their reach.
The entire arena hasn't turned into a desert, the soil on the edges still remain sublime. Krodh got the range clear, its radius was big but didn't cover the entire arena(90 yard long, 80 yard wide). Krodh analyzed the situation he was in. He deduced the nature of the spell, its time and effect and came to some conclusions. First of the spell doesn't effect organic matter or even if it could the user won't risk using it against him due to the no kill rule of this test; the sand could extend into his position and attack him. Soon enough the sand from the edges formed a sphere like shape to extend and attack, Krodh nimbly dodged them.
'A silent caster is always troublesome' Krodh thought as he ran around the edges of the arena dodging the onslaught and channeling his own mana to his wand in order to counter attack while in motion. He opened his offense by hurling mass of air [ Name: Expanding Air, Caste time: 9 sec] at his opponent. The air wore all the sands from the ground and the sandy garment rushed to its creator.
All obscured under the dust. Krodh rushed to Mr. Duncanfort's location with a gun in his hand. He was confident that the sand has at least managed to blind his opponent momentarily. The aggressor hid himself, stealthily and nimbly ventured to his prey, he could see the silhouette and aimed at what he considered the waist of his opponent.
However the maze of dust suddenly disappeared replaced vivid illumination momentarily blinding the aggressor. The sand particles have converted into drops of mud which fell from the sky splattering all across the land. Krodh's legs have submerged into what he could make out as a marshy lands. The more he moved the more his body sunk inside. He was trapped inside. He looked around but there was no sight of Mr. Duncanfort but there was movement, the marsh was moving around like a whirlpool and Krodh as it's eye. The swallowed him up in an instance until his chin was barely visible leaving him to gasp for air.
Soon the mud in front of him split open to exhale out the lord of this fiendish marshland. He was standing on a piece of rock his hands crossed looking down on his trapped prey, his huge stature snubbed the sunlight on Krodh's face. Taking deep breathes each time as if depraving his opponent of air.
"Give up there is now where for to escape." Duncanfort said coldly as he pointed his wand at Krodh's forehead
Krodh looked up the smile in his face never left him, he began analyse his situation..
'Judging from his breathing pattern it seemed he submerged himself when I used 'Expending Air' and left a decoy out. And the reason he didn't wait until I had completely submerged and lost consciousness because inside the mud he himself would've ran out of breathe before me.'
Even in this perilous situation he started to scheme for his escape from this uncomfortable confinement.
"Is it your arrogance?" He said calmly in the mud," That makes you appear before me unconcerned. If it were me I would've blinded my opponent before appearing."
"Sacred duels like this should never be fought with such trickery." Duncenfort replied.
Krodh stressed his mouth and eyes in a mocking manner.
"Such cliche answer" Krodh breathed and continued," Well it doesn't matters."
With all his strength he pulled out his right hand with wand and said, "Times up (Gale of calamity).
In a panic Duncenfort blurted "Voi...."
But it was too late. Krodh has already casted Gale of calamity.
The arena itself exploded, all the mud flew into every direction the velocity of which suppressed that of a canon, but there wind that carried was ever more lethal, each massive wind blade cleaved into the stadium cutting through massive pillars and slashing through the seats of the audience. The white marbles turned black from the muddy rain and the color red followed soon, there were screams, there were terrors every flesh had opened as if a knife indistinguishably ran through each cell of the skin.
Krodh sat in the muddy crater of his own creation his hands touching ear lobes curving it to here each sound flowing into the hand- the sounds of horror. In the mist he found Duncenfort still tall as ever approaching him yet again limping his way down, his eyes redder then the walls freshly painted in blood. Even though his armor seemed to have absorbed all the slashes yet the flesh and bones inside could hardly keep up, blood tickled from his forehead and a lump of flesh hung out from his waist.
Krodh was elated to see him.
"This is how true warriors fight Mr.Duncenfort." Krodh shouted, " I think its about time to end it all."
Krodh tried to stand up but he fell on the ground immediately, he looked back at his legs mortally wounded, flesh eaten up to reveal the bones, no skin attached. The mud eroded everything.
"Yes it is the end for you." Duncenfort muttered.