The Second Hand of Time

CHAPTER THIRTEEN MAVERICK BECAME A LIVING FURNACE

I jumped back as far as I could to avoid Drake's sudden attack. His fists are producing ice and fire, giving me a hard time trying to evade every attack he makes.

I was jumping and skipping and rolling when my communication device beeped.

"Hello?" I answered, while casually avoiding the rain of fire and ice.

"Oh, hey LeKradz. Are you on the south lane now? Tom just disappeared on the map, including his enemy. If you're not on the south lane yet, avoid going near the jungle as much as possible. We have no one left to scout the jungle." Dan reported.

"What? Tom was defeated?" I responded. "How?"

"I do not know how he was defeated but whatever he is fighting; Tom resorted to a suicide mission. Well, maybe he exploded with the enemy or something. Wait—I checked the map— why are you not with Hana and Clifford?"

"Well, I'm fighting some guy who summons ice and fire using his gauntlets. I'm busy for now, but I'll go to them once I'm done here." I told him while running and jumping. "Plus, Clifford is strong. He can't be defeated that easily. Have faith in him."

"Okay, good luck with your fight!" Dan said and he hung up.

"Are you tired of dancing now?" Drake said coolly.

"Oh? What happened to your 'punky' voice? I asked. "Are you angry with what happened earlier? So now you're going all out with your abilities?"

"Shut up." He said.

I lunged at him, parrying his incoming frosty and fiery attacks with my rapier. He blocked my attack using his gauntlets and tried to counterattack by punching my face with his burning hand.

He is holding the tip of my rapier using his fingers. I gotta admit though, he is strong. He held the tip of my rapier using his fingers, just to prevent me from stabbing his torso.

I kicked his arms and he let go of my rapier.

"Well, you're annoying now." I commented.

He raised his left hand and icicles sailed towards me like birds.

One nearly hit my ears if I did not jump to the left. "Whoa! Easy, bro! Relax!"

He continued shooting me with those. I jumped alternately from left to right and tried to move in closer to him.

Drake kicked my gut when I tried to stabbing my rapier to him. I was blown back and Drake threw a fireball at me.

The fireball hit my forearm, burning the clothes Jillian Henrietta made.

"Jeez, I haven't paid for this yet, now it's torn?" I muttered. "Now, you've made me angry."

Drake did a provoking stance using his right hand. This guy is really trying to get on my nerves.

I rushed him with my rapier. I lunged and parried, and did my best to cut him.

His gauntlets pushed away my sword as if it was made of plastic. He uses his hands to block my attacks, and not even reacting in pain.

I raised my sword and sliced down. Drake used his palm to block the attack.

Frost particles made my sword heavier, making it hard for me to swing it.

Drake got a hold of my left arm. "I'm not letting go!"

My clothes was half burned, and torn because of his fiery and icy gauntlets. I felt the heat penetrate my skin. My wrist is getting cold while my arm is getting hotter and hotter.