Time Chamber In DxD

Chapter 7

Baraquiel was coming to a decision...a decision that he had never made in a long, long time. In order to make such a decision, he needed to see if Igor had one more thing.

FUUUSH

[He must have an iron will.]

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|DxD|

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[Shit!]

Igor hastily evaded a fist to his chin but couldn't evade the other one that landed on his chest. Even with his ki acting as armour, Igor still felt his chest threaten to cave in.

For the last few minutes, the situation had completely reversed. Before, it seemed as if they were equal. But out of nowhere, Baraquiel suddenly released this intense aura before his power suddenly increased. Now, Igor was being completely overwhelmed. Despite his best efforts, Baraquiel was able to completely dominate him in combat.

Baraquiel's fighting style had also changed. While before, he mimicked Igor's, now he utilised something completely different. His attacks were more overbearing than before and packed much more power. Even though Igor found them easier to read, just the sheer weight behind those fists and kicks made him feel queasy.

Baraquiel's style of fighting had shifted to one similar to that of a barbarian. His attacks were head on with minimal regard for defence. But even if Igor tried to exploit said lack of defences, one or two of Baraquiel's wings would block his own counter. That left the blonde starved of choices, and a black eye as a side dish.

So Igor could only do his best to evade the attacks. All of his focus was shifted into survival at this point.

But Baraquiel wasn't having it. After delivering a particularly nasty punch to the gut that caused Igor to keel over, he proceeded to land a double axe-handle to the back of the blonde that had him falling to the forest below.

Suuuuu-BOOOM

A massive plume of dust rose up in the wake of Igor's crash. Baraquiel stayed in the air, his eyes and senses trained on the crash site below. He could feel that Igor was alive, yet the boy was struggling to move.

Igor was lying face down, a stream of blood painting his chin. His eyes were fierce with rage and unwillingness to stay down.

But his injuries were getting to him.

COUUUGH...Cough Cough Cough Cough

He spat out a mouthful of blood in one fierce cough that was further followed by smaller subsequent coughs. The force of the impact had caused him to suffer some internal injuries. With some effort, he rolled over to his back, taking deep breaths in the process. His torso suffered bruises and cuts while his pants were littered with tears and dirt. He couldn't keep his eyes open anymore. Exhaustion had caught up with him. Despite having spent decades training, his body was fundamentally, still young. He had yet to even enter puberty where his body would begin to truly realise one of its fastest stages of growth.

Baraquiel looked at the barely breathing pre-teen and scoffed.

"BOY! IS THIS TRULY YOUR BEST?!"

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Like a trigger, Igor's eyes opened. Absolute fury was veiled behind those cerulean orbs. The word, 'boy' acted like the ignite required to kickstart the circulation of his ki.

Igor slowly got up in a smooth motion, seemingly ignoring the protests of his aching body. Not even a grunt of pain escaped his mouth. Instead, those cold cerulean orbs were trained on the form of Baraquiel.