Guardians of Heavensworth

Stalkers 2

Every swing of his huge wing was throwing Ashwa away, leaving no room to attack.

He is holding back from using his ability to draw out mine. Ashwa deducted.

"Why so much of an effort just to eliminate a witness?"
Ashwa asked as he raised from the ground where he landed after another thrust.

"You are not an Airentine are you?" Worgoff asked

"What gives?" Ashwa replied while struggling to breath.

"I see you mages are far more pathetic without flight" he mocked.

Ashwa was tempted to unleash. But restrained and expressed a fake smile.

"Says the Helldweller without magic"

Worgoff was given the taste of his own medicine. He felt cocky and acted like he fell for it.

He spread his wings wide and wiggled them. Ashwa noticed that each and every feather on his body turned into a sharp shiny metalic thread making him look edgy and more terrifying then before.

Ashwa dropped his makeshift sword at the sight and kneeled dramatically.

Worgoff laughed at his "helplessness" and savoured the arrival of his foreseeable victory.

Ashwa laughed louder then Worgoff as he spread his hands across while looking up at the sky. Worgoff stopped to look at his pray behaving inappropriately.

"Luck. It's a thing of beauty isn't it?" Ashwa asked.

Worgoff was puzzled by his opponent's doings.

Ashwa was reassured of the fight's outcome, but decided not to hurry. He unfolded his left leg and pressed his left hand over the knee to lift himself up. He then proceeded to wipe all the bloody bruises and cuts calmly as Worgoff watched.

"I've seen many people who accepted their deaths, who gave up, stopped fighting. But such.... carelessness.... is a first" Worgoff praised optimistically.

Ashwa didn't even care to look at him.

Worgoff's body ringed with every bit of movement. Like a wind chime. He swept his wing towards Ashwa to launch a bunch of needles.

Ashwa ran towards the barage of needles piercing at him. He bent backwards and then forward to dodge a couple. He then did a spin off of the ground to avade a few more all the while smiling.

Ashwa stopped at once and froze all the flying needle with a blink of his glowing blue eyes.

"Impossible" Worgoff whispered.

The needles turned towards Worgoff slowly as Ashwa confidently walked forward. They mimicked his speed. Ultimately all the pins hanging from worgoff's wings got heavier, one by one they detached and were stuck to the ground, the force of which brought Worgoff to his knees.

"WHO ARE YOU?" Worgoff exclaimed.

"Im Ashwasena of Terrotrophe. A Guardian of Heavensworth"

Ashwa claimed as his eyes got brighter.

Soon Worgoff was flat on the ground as his needles jiggled under the magnetic resonance of Ashwa's reach.

"Congratulations. You're lucky" Worgoff struggled to speak under the pressure.

"I won!" Ashwa answered.

"Won? You just eliminated one among the infinite, we're not going to stop coming for her. He's always gotten what he wants...this is no different. If it isn't us, it'll be the carnivores"