Ultraya: Revival

Chapter 32: Angel's Arena

07/02/4014 AD – 21:08 – Warturf – ??? – Arena

"BEGIN!" Dracolast shouted. Anmarina and Millenicel both expanded their wings and charged at one another. Both formed their Angelic Cannons and fired; the beams collided in the middle and exploded, sending a puff of smoke everywhere. The water suddenly began to rise as a pillar of water slammed Millenicel into the ceiling, dealing two-percent damage. Anmarina fired two torpedoes into the water; they travelled along the oceanic floor, up the pillar, and into Millenicel; an additional five-percent damage. A pulse of psychic energy emitted from Millenicel's chest and blew away the water as well as several shards of the ancient pillars that decorated the arena. He stared at said pillar and grinned; it broke loose from its ends and became a psyka-controlled hammer as he brought it down upon the Angel of Water. She activated the turbines on her boots and swiftly evaded by gliding along the water . She smiled and he returned it.

Spectators had one of three reactions: cheers at the sight of Angels in combat, awe at the sight of Angels in combat, or fear at the sight of Angels in combat. There were more exchanges of cannon fire; beams flying around everywhere, even into the crowd. Audiences at these arena matches were never bothered by this, in fact they loved it: the beauty of the attacks with no risk to oneself. Anmarina drew her H.O.L.O. swords but was suddenly stunned as Millenicel ripped them from her hands with telekinesis. Once they were in his palms, he crushed them like insects.

"Just be lucky I don't have my Psyka-Crush ability from my old Quadria form", Millenicel laughed before looking directly at one of the many industrial cameras. "Who knows? Maybe my next rank will elevate me to that exact same level!"

"Oh, a soul-crushing grip?" Anmarina was enjoying herself. "I'd be interested to see how quickly that would shatter Flaymaclaze's ego!"

"Pfft that's more fragile than your pitiful swords!"

"Yeah, those swords were pretty weak huh?" Laughter erupted from the crowd.

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Flaymaclaze was in Wyperian form, but he could feel his eyes twitching in frustration as he watched the fight. "They are mocking us! Is this whole thing just for show?!"

"That's most likely the case", Elimiphlaren looked at his checklist and circled an option.

"Do you have to do that?" Flaymaclaze asked sarcastically.

"Well not anymore", Elimiphlaren chucked the paper over his shoulder.

"... clean that up".

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Relical turned up the volume on the live feed of the match as bridge operators began to chat amongst themselves, each one with a cheerful tone.

"So that means we outnumber them now!"

"You're right! We have three Angels; they only have two!"

"And one of ours is a counter to both of them!"

"You know what this means right?! We're gonna win this war!"

"Only if we act quickly!"

"Everyone is acting like this war will be a cakewalk now", Staruthia looked annoyed. "What do you think, Relical?"

"Huh? Yeah, sure; whatever you say, boss", his mind was elsewhere. 'Is our formation to prevent the A.E.R. from counterattacking? But he left the Psykhodarks unguarded, is he that certain that they won't attack?'

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Back in the arena, Millenicel had launched his P.C.U.s at Anmarina, who was struggling to evade. She would dodge and shield, all whilst trying to get a clear shot at on of the units. Suddenly, she felt as if a harsh weight being held down on her; her movements became sluggish, not unlike the after-effects of her very own Hydrolather Bomb.