Legend of Mautau: Angelorum Lux

Ch 6: Departure

“Very well…” said Alastor, and forming his twin swords as well, he added, “Let’s see just how much you’ve improved.”

Grey bolted forward, launching himself into the air at Alastor and bringing his swords down with a double slash. A clash of metal resonated through the outdoor storage facility as Alastor met his attack with a powerful parry using only a single sword, and then Alastor spun in the air and sent Grey sailing with a spinning kick combined with a blast of air pressure he channeled from his foot. Grey sailed a great distance and slammed into the side of one of the large metal storage crates. Bouncing off it, leaving a slight dent in the metal crate, he landed sprawled on the ground.

As he climbed to his feet, Grey muttered, “Ugh… Bastard…” 

Alastor began gathering EDE, channeling it into the blade of the sword in his right hand as he said, “Is that really all you’ve got for me, Mr. Greyson? I’m not impressed.”

Grey sensed the power gathering in Alastor’s sword, and began quickly channeling EDE into his right hand blade as well. Alastor swung his sword through the air in Grey’s direction, and a wave of dark energy shot forth. Grey swung his blade at the incoming wave of darkness, and his own gathered power flowed out in a wave of volatile energy towards it. The waves of energy met and violently exploded. Amy, who had run for cover soon after the start of the fight, coughed as she breathed in some of the cloud of dust stirred up by the blast. Grey searched with his eyes and senses for Alastor, who’d disappeared in the now settling dust cloud. 

Sensing the fluctuation of EDE as Alastor appeared out a dark vortex behind him, Grey barely turned and defended himself, and their blades clashed again and again.

Gaining ground steadily, Alastor said, “Good, Mr. Greyson.”

Parrying Grey’s blades, Alastor struck Grey in the stomach with a powerful kick combined with a blast of pressurized air channeled from his foot, and Grey went flying again as Alastor said, “But not good enough…”

Grey flew across the concrete of the facility, dropping one of his swords as he bounced and rolled until he managed to stab his remaining blade into the ground to stop himself mid roll. Getting up on one knee while holding his remaining sword, Grey called his lost sword to him using telekinesis, and once again blocked the villain’s blade with the recovered sword as Alastor closed the distance and struck at Grey with his swords.

Pressing down on Grey’s blade with his own, Alastor said, “Impressive, Mr. Greyson. You’re doing quite well.” 

Then he noticed Grey was mumbling something, and in fact Grey was actually chanting, “Pluvia Eversio, Vultus…”

Alastor could not understand him, and said, “What was that Mr. Greyson? Do speak up…”

Grey ripped his sword from the ground and pointed it at Alastor, who stepped back out of the blade’s range thinking it was intended to strike him, but it’s true purpose was revealed as Grey shouted, “…Lux!”

Shining white runes traced themselves across Grey’s sword, and as the runes shined bright, a stream of arrows formed of light energy shot forth from the tip of the blade in a cone. Caught unprepared, Alastor could only block so many with his air pressure barrier with the little warning he had been given. The light arrows exploded on contact in blasts of shining white light, and as clouds of smoke and dust consumed the place where Alastor had been standing, it seemed the fight was over. 

Then there was applause from a single pair of hands as Alastor’s empty voice rang out, “Marvelous, Mr. Greyson, absolutely marvelous…”

As the smoke cleared Alastor could be seen standing quite casually in the same spot, his gray suit a bit ragged and blood seeping from a cut along his right cheek, his swords suspended in the air beside him by the wind itself as he applauded. Grey could only stare in disbelief.