Reborn as a Snake! (2.) [COMPLETED]

(108). - The King of Blizzards.

       The sounds of battle howled and roared through the air, as Wezrall and Flin continued their clash, leaping through the sky and trading blows with one another. Flin had a wide, unparalleled grin stretched across his entire face, as he kept the fight going against Wezrall, who was still fighting with his bare hands — the closest thing to a weapon, being his sharp claws and the sharp icicles that were poking through his arm structure.

The Void Lord spun his swords around, before swinging at Wezrall in an 'X' shape, which Wezrall didn't dodge but instead stopped in place, by grabbing a hold of Flins arms, which surprised the Void Lord a bit.

However before he could do anything to counter react to Wezralls move, Wezrall quickly kicked the Void Lord in the gut again — only a lot stronger this time, which caused Flin to cough up blood, before he went flying back, the two swords he wielded flying out of his hands and stabbing into the ground as he crashed into the building in the back, destroying the front wall.

Wezrall let out a loud howl, before tensing his body, frosty mist leaking from his legs and he launched at Flin with insane speed — freezing anything he passed by in an instant.

Once close enough, he leapt high into the air, creating a large orb made of 'Blizzard Magic' before crushing it in his palm and swinging his arm to the front, before to the back, creating several swirls of blizzards in the air behind him. Then, just a split second later, the swirls fired off towards Flin with several beams made of powerful ice magic.

The Void Lord slowly crawled out of the rubble that he was in due to crashing into the buildings wall before looking up towards Wezrall, his eyes widening in shock as he saw the beams incoming.

<Flin>;
'Shit!'

Flin thought, before quickly rising to his feet and unleashing a darkness from behind him, forming it into mandy tendrils and tentacle like appendages, before sending them towards the beams.

The tendrils Flin had created collided with the incoming Blizzard Beams from Wezrall, however all of them were getting shattered in seconds, causing Flin to create more of them and send them towards the beams over and over again. Unfortunately for Flin, no matter how many times he did so, the beams shattered through the tendrils and eventually, connected with him — sending a wave of a freezing breeze through the area, while also kicking up a cloud of dust and dirt where Flin had stood at one point.

Wezrall landed a moment later, landing with a heavy and powerful thud, which even managed to create a decently sized crater in the ground, before he looked towards the cloud of dust and dirt, waiting to see whether Flin had managed to get out of it unscathed or not.

The others watched from afar as well, watching in anticipation as well as nervousness that Flin had survived and would try to continue the fight. However, Arabor simply looked quite confident that the fight was already over.

With the cloud blocking the view clearing, Flin coughed up more blood before stepping through the cloud, grabbing a hold of his stomach as he bleed out pretty heavily. Once he stepped out into the open field, it was visible what had caused such damage to him — not Wezralls attack, but instead, a sharp metal pole that had impaled Flin when Wezralls beams connected.

Wezrall scuffed, while Irrna couldn't help but just look in horror at the sight infront of her. Yes, it was an enemy that was this heavily damaged infront of them right now, but even then — she has seen a war and what it does to people... And the way Flin looked like right now, reminded her a lot of how many, many soldiers from both Elf kind and Human kind looked after fighting battles on the war ground.

Flin looked towards Wezrall, his grin still plastered across his face — only now it was twitching a bit, like Flin was forcing himself to keep the grin across his face, while fighting against every urge to change it to a different facial expression.