Storyverse

Chapter 19: Battle at the Capital, part 2

Dark purple flames raged across the houses and their ruins. The only thing that was not covered with it was a huge hand made of flesh, on which another battle took place. 3 battles took place in the capital of the Empire at the same time – Ludwig and Oliver against Mordred, Marren and Sean against Notredame and Sol against himself from this world.

Oliver Clain, looking at Mordred, decided not to hold back. Either out of respect or because of the injuries caused by Aren, Mordred did not attack while ruler of Arai performed the transformation. Oliver placed his right hand on his left eye, and his body became covered in purple flames, and 2 black wings appeared behind his back. They weren't made of fire, they were wings with black feathers. Clain straightened his hair, throwing it back, and, removing his hand, looked at the world with his violet left eye.

–Oh, I haven't felt such freedom for a long time... well, let's start, usurper?

–Fallen angel of the Illiot continent, Oliver Clain... – said Mordred, taking a step forward. – So why weren't you happy enough to stay in your micro-kingdom?

–Ludwig, for you, you see, the main thing is not to get caught in the crossfire.

Oliver created a sword in his right hand that was no different from any other weapon... however, even an untrained eye could discern a work of art in this blade. Any weapon created by Oliver Clain was of better quality than what even the legendary blacksmiths forged. Clain closed his eyes and held his right hand, which held the sword, above his head. The next moment, he was already standing behind Mordred, and a purple line drawn in the air showed that this was not teleportation. When Oliver appeared there, his sword was already lowered to the right, and Mordred's right hand fell down, having no connection with his body, and his huge weapon fell along with his hand.

–I believe you said that "relying on abilities is for weaklings"... well, you said so, if I remove the swearing. Of course, I can rely on abilities, but first of all, I am a swordmaster. So show me how your brute strength can match my skill, – Oliver said, turning to Mordred.

A yellow magical structure began to form from Mordred's right shoulder, shaped like a hand in armor, after which it became material, completely restoring both flesh and armor.

–I'm even interested in knowing how you found out about my words, considering that you weren't on the battlefield... – said Mordred.

–Um... let's say it was a plot hole, – Oliver replied and laughed.

–Oliver Clain, be careful! His attacks warp causality, even if they don't hit you, the damage will still be done! – Ludwig shouted.

Oliver glanced at Ludwig, but didn't change his behavior much. Now, after his lightning-fast attack, he patiently waited for Mordred to act. The armored knight raised his "sword" and swung it once towards Oliver. In an instant, Clain placed his sword in the path of Mordred's weapon, which was coming from the left side. The clash of blades created a loud noise, and although Mordred's weapon did not even touch Oliver's clothes, small wounds appeared on Clain's left side.

Ludwig was watching at this time. There had been several instances before where the causality distortion didn't work... the first time was when he was sent flying by the recoil of a rifle called by Martha... the second time was when Martha blocked a strike aimed at Ludwig... and the third time, when a strike that was aimed at Ludwig was stopped by Oliver... suddenly, an idea struck the former emperor. He settled on the ground and began to take aim.

At that moment, Oliver threw back Mordred's weapon, and, drawing purple curves in the air with the end of his sword, flapped his wings and flew towards Mordred. Seeing this, Mordred threw away his "sword", which had stuck into the ground and remained protruding several meters upward, and began hand-to-hand combat. Allowing Mordred to attack was dangerous, so Oliver focused on attacking and not giving his opponent a chance to counterattack. Twisting, feinting and always pressing the attack, king of Arai did not leave a single window for Mordred to go on the attack. The Hero of the Empire only defended himself with his own hands, but the armor, which easily withstood Ludwig's shots and Shubby's blows, was destroyed by the swings of Oliver's sword. Despite this, the damaged areas immediately glowed yellow and were overgrown with flesh and armor.