Conflicting Conquest

4; THE DRAGON

Still within the forest east of the town, a warm breeze of air blows through the leaves and scatters some fire embers flying off from the fire mage's body.

Dom gulps nervously from the fire mage's threat but Elon laughs. "Send me to hell? You can try, Mr Knight but in case you've forgotten, I'm an S Class Mage. You can't beat me." Elon releases his aura which made a chill crawl up Dom's spine.

"Kid." The fire mage said without looking back. "Since you can walk, you better get back." As he said that, his red aura transforms into flames that quickly surround his body. "... I might not be able to hold back everything."

Dom simply stares briefly in confusion before nodding in understanding as he gets up. "You're not going anywhere. You're still my prey!" Elon raises his arm which Dom sees create a vicious cyclone of wind over his palm. "I'll slice you both into fillets." Elon stomps his foot down, cracking the ground while he thrusts his arm forward.

"Cyclone Slasher!" Elon shouted as the spiral of wind instantly magnify as it is thrown towards them, its massive size completely overshadowing their bodies and slicing through everything in its path.

Elon smirks, proud at the destruction he was causing... before gasping once his spell suddenly disperse, revealing a cyclone of flames which also disperse, revealing both the mage and Dom completely unharmed.

Elon steps back, a nervous sweat bead rolling down his temple. "Impossible."

"You said your class to intimidate me, right? Too bad for you. I'm not the one whose outclassed." The fire mage said as his flames become larger, its heat causing the air around him to sizzle and warp.

Elon groans as his skin starts to burn from the heat which he protects with his wind magic. But Dom's eyes widen when he realizes that he couldn't feel the heat at all, despite everything including the cut trees close to him spontaneously combusting.

"What the hell are you?" Elon asked.

The fire mage takes a low fighting stance with his already steaming fists held up. "The Head Captain of the Royal Knights' 3rd Division. General Anthony Justice."

"Anthony Justice... The Dragon." Dom mumbled with widened eyes.

At first, Elon shivers in fear from the overwhelming presence the mage produced before gritting his teeth. "Hah! There's no way a Monarch would show up in a small town like this. You may be strong but if you can say a lie like that, you must be really stupid!" Elon raises his arm again... but flinches once he realizes that Anthony was gone.

A shock wave suddenly explodes from where Anthony was standing, blowing Dom aside who didn't even realize that Anthony was gone.

Elon desperately looks around, heavy sweat beads sliding down his face... before feeling a hot flush at his left side. The moment he turns, a flaming fist collides with his cheek, scorching his skin and throwing him a couple feet with a resounding smack.

Blood spills out of Elon's opened mouth which he suddenly closes with clenched teeth as he flips back on his feet, sliding to a stop and raising his arms to guard when another punch collides with his gut.

More blood spill out of his mouth as he hunches over in pain. "You bastard." Elon grumbled as he raises a fist only to get hit by another fire punch then another and another and another.

By the time Dom sits up, his eyes widen once he finds Elon being battered with high speed flaming punches by an angry looking Anthony. His fists were nothing more than a blur with Elon's skin and clothes being instantly burnt off.

With one more punch, the broken, charred Elon was sent flying to the side again. But before he could even get far, Anthony crouches before zooming forward in the form of a streak of flames and stops behind the still moving Elon.