Accidentally Became Luna

ABL 44 : You Won't Feel Pain...

Third Person

"So this is going to be pretty simple," Impa clapped his hands. The room was filled with fire, but it wasn't burning hot. The temperature was enough to cause discomfort to those of a different nature from the alpha's, but it barely made a difference to Orion and Miall.

Impa reminded Miall of Drystan, but he didn't seem like a betrayer.

Orion and Miall had begun to better understand each other throughout the trials they had gone through so far. Miall could easily feel why Orion wasn't so fond of Impa. The proud man was loud and clearly had a huge ego.

Where Miall and Orion stood was like dried-up lava. Impa smirked as he formed a fiery rod and pointed it at Orion. "I want a duel against the god of Lycans," he said, emphasising Orion's title, and Orion rolled his eyes.

"A duel? Between a god and a lighter? Sure," Orion shrugged, rolling his neck. Impa's eye twitched as he stared at Orion in absolute hate. The two had a knack for getting on each other's nerves.

They were possibly closer than all the other gods, Miall thought to himself.

"Because I am still a god who is gracious. I'll allow your host to sit this one out. You might need help getting up," he smirked, cocking his head to the side. A chair appeared next to Miall, and Orion chuckled.

"I wasn't going to ask him to join me; after all, this is between us," Miall was curious about what happened between them. Orion seemed to have some tension with all of the gods, and Miall thought it sucked that he was caught up in it too.

Orion's black suit disappeared as he changed into his Lycan form. His grey fur stood out in the red glowing room. His half-moon crest etched into his forehead glowed just as the gold bracelets wrapped around his wrists and ankles.

Orion grew taller as he stretched out in his form, a dark blue leather cloth wrapped around his waist, allowing him room to move around.

Even though Miall had seen this form many times before, witnessing Orion in his godly warrior form was always an honour. Like last time, two gold shafts formed in Orion's hands, and he smirked, looking at Impa.

"Are you ready now?" Impa rolled his eyes, and Orion was the first to attack. Normally, he would let his enemy go first so that he could learn their fighting pattern; however, he had fought with Impa on many occasions, and he knew where to strike first.

Raising his staff aiming for Impa's head, Orion pushed it down with heavy force, and Impa stopped it by raising his rod. Orion smiled and slammed the other one right into his side, earning a groan from him.

Impa successfully pushed Orion away from him; he took the lead, swinging his rod and aimed for Orion's legs, but he was faster, drawing some distance between them.

From where Miall sat, he was so impressed by the fight and could clearly see how far away he was from Orion's level. It almost looked like they were dancing as their weapons clashed against each other, inducing sparks that reflected their powers.

It was like nothing Miall had ever seen before.

The fight kept Miall on edge as he watched, they were powerful and the aura coming from the fight was intense. The room was thick to kill, and it was clear none of them had the purpose of backing off until one was on the ground.

Orion twisted his staff in his hands and aimed for Impa's legs. Having felt the brunt of the force, Impa almost buckled, but he quickly gained his balance. At this point, both gods had totally been infused in the fight.