The Last Prince of Rennaya - Draft

Doubt

Mikrel hovered above the two, looking down at them.

"You guys don't look like much, I want to finish this and go play with Osei for a bit, before Ataron breaks him."

Helio gritted his teeth and went into first gear.

The temperature around them drastically.

He looked at Helio with curiosity.

"Oh? So you can ascend just like the Rennayans? This must be the dormant energy we've senses in you humans."

Karim prepared himself, creating dozens of flying golems ready to attack.

Mikrel laughed.

The golems dropped out of the sky, frozen and crumbling apart.

He put his hands out wide.

"World of Ice!"

It started with a low wind, then it picked up quickly into a blizzard howling around them.

Karim braced himself, but he was surprised that he didn't feel cold.

His suit was working overtime to keep him warm.

Soon if would require strength from his own body.

Helio had seen this technique before, but not on this scale.

He slowed down the snow blurring his vision of Mikrel, but as the snow stopped in a small circle around them, Mikrel vanished from above.

Almost looking like he manifested out of the snow, he kicked Karim flying into the wind, before Helio could stop him.

"Damn you!"

Their fists met each other's faces, then they continued to strike each other.

Then Mikrel pushed Helio back a couple meters with a round house kick.

Helio dropped to his knees, he could feel a fractured rib and multiple bruises all over his body.

The blood in his lungs forced painful coughs, as it splattered in front of him.

Only to be covered by snow.

He was losing his grip and the blizzard slowly started to cave in.

Mikrel raised his palm, facing Helio.

"You're fight is over warrior, there is no longer any need for you to struggle. Salvation is here."

A sword with a detailed intricate alien looking design, manifested out of ice in thin air.

It hovered naturally into Mikrel's hand.

He prepared to strike down Helio, when a stone bull golem trucked into him, pushing him back a few meters before he cut it down.

Three more humanoid golems this time rushed at him from all sides.

"Helio!"

"Karim! Are you ok?!"

Karim finally name into view.

He had visible injuries and was bleeding on the side of his head.

"Never better, except for all this ice. I can barely get access to the Earth-"

"The weak, should never be careless, in front of the strong."

Helio stared in disbelief.

This couldn't be happening again.

Karim was hanging on the ice sword protruding out of his stomach.

Mikrel pulled his sword out of Karim, as he staggered back and looked over at Helio, speechless.