School of Rebellion ; SetoSolace

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"My my," the Headmaster sneered. "A Hybrid who copied my son's signature move? Impressive. According to his research—you seem to be an Illusion user. A well developed one, you've even manipulated the Darkness in this very castle. Well done."

Zek stepped back, biting the corner of his lip to draw blood. Feeling the sudden sharp pain, he felt the red liquid drip down his chin and onto the floor. Smirking, he threw his hand up. The small amount of blood turned into a sharp blade. Thrusting his hand foreword, the blood blade rushed foreword, striking the Headmaster's shoulder. It managed to cut through the skin, he could see a cut that was had blood seeping through the cloth.

The Headmaster was quick to attack, teleporting foreword and behind Zek. He froze, feeling a punch in his spine. He toppled foreword, landing in the wall and making a large indentation. He blocked himself with a darkness shield as he desperately reached into his pocket looking for an elixir.

Protect. Protect. Protect.

He needed to protect Brice.

Scratch that—he needed to protect everyone.

He quickly took out the healing elixir from his pocket and chugged it. The pink ooze was warm, comforting, and tasted of candy. The shield went down; Zek launched back. A kick towards the Headmaster's abdomen followed by a punch on his head. He quickly teleported behind Zek, doing the same punch once more. Zek scowled at the sharp, stinging pain.

Recoiling, he thrusted his hand up again. The blood that was seeping out of the Headmaster's cut could be used against him. Slashing down, he drew the blood down his arm, causing a large wound to prevent him from doing any further damage with his dominant arm; his left. The Headmaster didn't even wince.

"You're impressive," he sneered. "But unfortunately, play time is over."

Zek defensively stood in front of Brice. Drawing another protective shield, Zek waited patiently to see what would occur next. Jerome and Mitch stood in front of the shield; fierce warriors growling and vicious. Ty and Adam sat next to Seto, trying to keep him asleep and pinned in case he decided to help his father.

The Headmaster's body evolved into a fiery figure. His colors were black and gold—his whole body consumed in flames. Zek squinted; he could imitate the move if he just had enough time. The Headmaster's new flame body dismantled. Little flames darted towards them; Zek assumed it was his own body parts casted into another form.

Mitch made an attempt to block dozens that were aimed at his way but failed. His diamond axe, surprisingly, was burnt by the magnitude of the heat. Zek widened his eyes and extended the reach of his shield—now turning into a defensive bubble. They were trapped—they were utterly trapped.

Jerome sat down, panting and hissing in pain. Burns scattered all over his face, back, and arms. Mitch ran his way, trying to calm him down. Brice was still trying to gain more energy—he sat in a crossed-leg position with his eyes shut and breathing that was paced and carefully articulated.

The Headmaster's body reformed. He could hear his taunting voice, "Protector? How sweet of you. I thought we were going to battle more, but it appears we aren't."

The Headmaster's left sleeve was gone. The cuts that Zek had left on his arm seemed to have healed completely among the course of the "fight" — Sorcery. There was no way they could beat him if he had healed this quickly.

"What's the plan now?" Ty looked wide eyed.

"We wait for Brice," Zek replied. "Brice, you better fucking hurry up, I can't keep this bubble forever."