THE ARCHAIC SKY

CHAPTER: THE EMBODIMENTS OF REVISION

He charged at her. His weaponry slicing the air as the crowd could only shriek in surprise and awe. Amara stopped each of his attacks with the staff of her spear. The two spun around each other, their deadly spins trying to gain an advantage against one another.

Each time she went high he went low, when she strike from the right, he did the same on the left. She wanted to say they were equals. Exact opposites of one another. One using the power of the eternal sun. the other using the might of thunder and rain.

Each slice she went with her spear whose ends emitted their own flying blades of water, he avoided them perfectly as he approached her swiftly. her fluid projectiles that cut through the air as they flew with each slice was large and shaped like the moon. they were perfected with months of training in the abyss, they near perfect and somehow, he dodged each one. With a kick, Cryo appeared from the ground. But he dodged that as well with a jump, landing on the fence side as she landed on the end of the roof of the store nearby.

He lunged towards her with another leap, icicles from the vast welkin falling, following him like a deadly trail of hail. it was like a breath from the archon of zapolyarny, the lord of ice himself, that frosted everything it touched. no matter where he stood, the ice spiked under him. Amara jumped backwards, avoiding his crossing slice that burnt the air. She could feel the heat despite the distance she placed between each other. his set of weaponry was made of pure wicked flames.

He laughs. "I applaud you, you're better than i thought, my lady" Amara's teeth grinded against one another. the way he fought, it was all too similar. his blades too shot out projectiles like waves of fire through the air. concentrated bursts of flames that he fired forward.

"and you... are just average" Amara raised her hand. Four large spears of ice falling from the sky all around him. But he managed to brush past them towards her. they danced once again their deadly dance. Yet this time he defended himself more than he attacked.

Now that the two fought more stably, Amara could give herself moments to think. Think of the way his blade moves in x shaped slashes and slices reminded her of him. Think of the way his pyro infused blades reminded her of him. Think of the way he danced around her swiftly as if the two were truly dancing reminded her of him.

The way this envoy fought. It reminded Amara of the way Dainn fought. Which in his words was the way anyone of the nobility of solnera fought. "why do you fight like that?" she asked him as she conjured a rain of ice spears.

"like what?" he replied as he slashed the air numerous times with his blades before unleashing 9 projectiles of embers in a circular pattern. the projectiles had cut through the air, releasing a soundless scream from the wounded sky, they melted the icicles as well before it reached him.

"like an abyssal apostle of unfathomable flames" they were nothing but servants of the abyss, just like the lectors. only they did not preach and praise the higher forces of the nether. instead they were silent figures in the abyssal axis's infantry, the very vanguard of the dark forces. brandishing blades that engulf and obliterates all in it's path. she should know, she had only killed three in her abyssal endeavour.

he laughed, spinning his blades in the air. "you remind me of someone as well" the envoy managed to charge again.

"who?" Amara amused him by responding.

"an old hag who used to teach me"

Each of Amara's strikes was met with his own blade. The end of her spear being thrown to the right as he had no other way to spot her small yet deadly weapon. She slid past him, now behind the infuriating envoy but he foresaw that and spun to re-join his blade to her staff.