Tornado only just managed to leap out of harm’s way again, he was an excellent dodger, but this was very intense, the figure just kept on coming, regardless of the amount of energy he used. Or even the attacks Tornado used.
Tornado sliced at the air with his hand, similar to a karate chop motion, the air rippled its way towards the burning figure, who took the brunt of the attack by raising his arms to guard himself.
The attack hit with a clap, at first Tornado thought he had finally done damage to his assailant after seeing movement from the impact. As he grabbed onto a nearby streetlight to bring his body back around to face him however he realized how little he had done.
The figures arm guards, seemingly made from scrap metal clattered to the ground, the wearer looked down at them in fascination more than pain or even anger.
“Such a pity” the demonic eyes stared up at Tornado beneath the strange, Celtic looking helmet. “Don’t we have some spine after all? Mores the pity, seeing as you need to be put down!”
The figures knuckles cracked and the form seemed to shiver in anticipation.
“This will be fun”
“I’m screwed,” Tornado mumbled, leaping from his position on the side of the streetlight. He flew straight at the figure roaring a challenge.
The figure launched a fireball with as much force as possible into Tornado as he flew at him, the fireball exploded knocking Tornado slightly off course, and Tornado flinched; but focused himself, something he often struggled to do properly.
His eyes opened again as he flew through the air, which responded to his touch, slowing him before he hit a nearby wall, but before he hit it his hands punched the air. Sending large ripples swiftly towards the figure.
They hit their marks, the upper body and legs, the figure crumpled, clearly having a poorer sense of balance than Tornado or even Bolt, which was lucky, however it seemed that the main reason why he had fallen over was since he had not been prepared for the barrage.
The figure slowly regained his feet, shook his head and looked around for Tornado.
“Here’s my chance,” Tornado whispered to himself.
Again he leaped into the air, but mastering the air changed the current the sound took away from his target, who would never hear the strike coming.
This was Tornado’s Coup de grace, the silent fist!
Tornado dived down towards the figure, the air waves redirecting sound away from the target, while a barrier of solid are formed around Tornado’s fist.
He hit the unwary target while he scanned the nearby buildings for him.
The fist curved around and hit him square in the jaw, sending him flying; Bolt had told him time and time again that this move would be a knock out.
The figure crumpled onto the floor, the helmet sliding off and rolling over onto the old bag it had come from.
Tornado panted, he was tiring out, and a move like that always drained him immensely. He knew deep down he had to practice more to keep this up.
Vulcan’s head ached; it always did when Warrior was removed from his body forcefully.
He groaned but in a moment the pain was gone and he jumped to his feet, much to the shock of his opponent, as he jumped up he flung a fireball into Tornado’s chest, not as powerful as warrior’s but strong none the less.
Tornado fell to the floor and groaned, unable to get up.
“Well done Vulcan, theres no way they could match you and Warrior, but that was over the top was it not?”
“Conduct? I thought you were out for good?” Vulcan turned around to see Conduct bent over slightly.
“I’m better now,” Conduct laughed, the pupils in his eyes flashed red for a moment, and then returned to their natural grey.
“Conduct? Are you sure you are ok?”
“I’m always ok my friend, now let me finish them off, I owe them that much!”
“No,”
“Why not!” Conduct snapped.
“They fought with honour, that air lord fought with the honour of the Blazing Wind warriors! I will not let you murder him for that,”
Conduct’s eyes flickered red once again upon hearing this.
“You’ve gotten soft Vulcan,”
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Heir To The Elements 1: Rise of the Heirs
FantasyVulcan is one of the "Heirs" the remnants of the Elementals, once a noble and powerful race of beings who could control the very elements themselves. However a war eons ago led to the destruction of all but one of each elemental tribe. These young E...