The Fallen Fantasy: The First Arc

Chapter 39: The Fallen, The Talented, The Whirlwind Pt.1.

In the luxurious kingdom of Valgunne, Azael and Jaes spar intensely in their hotel's training facility. Azael, with his gift for magically forging weapons, has crafted the perfect match for Jaes' newfound fighting style: the Draco twin blades. The spacious room echoes with the clash of steel as Azael's katana, a weapon that complements his ability to anticipate his opponent's next move, meets Jaes' swift, relentless attacks. His dual blades strike with equal precision, weaving between offense and defense as if one with his body.

The battle is fierce—Azael, a fallen angel with a tactical mind, against Jaes, a demon with explosive power and raw speed. Both warriors thrive in the intensity, their movements almost a blur, their expressions locked in widening grins as they clash again and again. Each strike builds upon the last, pushing their limits, turning the sparring session into a spectacle of agility and power.

Eiravyn watches closely from the sidelines, her sharp eyes tracking their every move. The trainer's presence is felt without a word, but her silent observation urges them to push harder. Every exchange between Azael and Jaes reveals their growth, but also their flaws—flaws that Eiravyn notes, prepared to correct once the battle reaches a breaking point.

"Keep your balance, Jaes," Eiravyn finally calls out, her voice cutting through the sound of steel. "You're overextending. Azael, you're getting too predictable—adapt or fall behind."

Their expressions shift with renewed focus. Even though the battle is a practice, the stakes feel real. Both know they have more to prove, not just to themselves but to their vigilant trainer. They reset their positions, prepared to continue until they can no longer hold their weapons.

Eiravyn: Azael, your strength lies in your ability to anticipate. Focus. Watch his footwork, the shift in his muscles, and the intent in his eyes. Track every subtle movement and use that vision to stay one step ahead.

Azael: Yeah, yeah, I got it.

Eiravyn: Jaes, you're holding back. Put more force behind your strikes—use that speed and power to your full advantage. Close the gap between you two, and press harder. You've got the strength to break through Azael's defenses.

Jaes: Relax, I've got this.

With Eiravyn's words still fresh in their minds, Azael and Jaes reset their stances, the tension in the air thickening as they prepare to engage once more. Azael narrows his eyes, focusing deeply on Jaes, this time fully committing to Eiravyn's instructions. He watches every subtle shift in Jaes' posture, the placement of his feet, and the way his muscles tighten before each movement. He's no longer just reacting—he's predicting, his katana poised for the right moment.

Jaes grins, feeling the intensity of Azael's gaze, but this time he's ready. With a sudden burst of speed, he lunges forward, his twin blades slicing through the air with incredible force. He pushes harder, closing the gap between them quickly, aiming to overwhelm Azael before he can fully react.

Azael's katana meets Jaes' attack just in time, but the pressure is heavier than before. He can feel Jaes' power bearing down on him, just as Eiravyn commanded. Jaes is no longer holding back. Azael shifts, adjusting his stance, and counters with swift, precise movements, anticipating Jaes' next strike by reading the subtle signals in his opponent's body.

Jaes, now fully immersed in the battle, uses his speed to weave between Azael's defenses, pushing his advantage with every strike. He's relentless, but he can sense Azael's ability to predict his moves—a challenge he embraces as he presses harder, determined to break through.

Their blades clash in a flurry of sparks and sound, both warriors now fully using the lessons imparted by Eiravyn. Azael's mind works furiously, staying just ahead of Jaes' rapid strikes, while Jaes drives forward, his power amplifying with every blow, closing in on Azael's defenses with newfound confidence.