The Demon Priest

Chapter 11: Battle For A Home

   Quick update. I have changed Lance's new spell Natius from electricity to something different. It now makes a tendril of blue energy, or mana, extend from his palm and acts like a whip or lasso of sort, as you'll see in this chapter. I felt like Lance should have a different kind of magic from everyone else, as his attacks use raw magic unlike other elf's element magic. Also, the fight scene in this chapter will seem different from other chapters. To my usual readers it will be obvious,but for example I don't go into detail like usual, and I mix it into the dialogue. I'd like feedback on it, and if you like it more than when I describe every detail of fights like before. Thanks, and enjoy!

 It was the day of the fight, and Lance was prepared. After a long sleep and full breakfast, he was on his way to the arena with his mother and Valia. The two were talking and giggling among themselves, which Lance found odd considering how wary Nyra was of the vampire just yesterday. It would appear that while he slept, they stayed up and found some common ground, which made him glad. He didn't want his mother to be scared of one of the few friends he had.

 "So are you ready, son?" Nyra asked, putting an arm around the boy. She felt conflicted. On one hand, if he lost that would mean he had to stay with her, and be kept safe, but on the other hand she wanted to see him succeed.

 "I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I will fight at my best, and if I lose, so be it. Though, If I need to I can always use my secret weapon." Lance answered, leaving Nyra with a confused look on her face as they grew closer to their destination.

 They had arrived at the arena, a large, dome shaped building where the seats were arranged in a circle so everyone could watch the fight. Wishing her son luck, Nyra and Valia went to go sit down, leaving the half- elf alone to study the terrain. It was a large, sand covered field with no distinct advantages or disadvantages. It was empty, with nothing to hide behind, and nowhere to run. It would be an equal stage for the two to fight on.

 "So, you actually decided to show up. I figured you would have run away by now." An overbearing voice said, and Lance took his eyes off the field to see Terry sneering at him. 

 "Draw your swords, combatants." A loud suddenly voice called out. The announcer, Lance guessed. The two took our their blades; Lance with Betrayal, and Terry with his saber. "The fight will begin when I say so. The first one to surrender, or gets knocked out, loses. Are these rules acceptable?" The two nodded, and the announcer continued. "Very well then, get ready.."

 "I'm all set to kick your ass." Terry taunted, and Lance had to resist the urge to roll his eyes. Banter before a fight was pointless. All he needed was his weapon to speak for him.

 "Set..."

 The boy gripped the demon blade tightly, and took a deep breath.

"Fight!"

  Lance moved with the speed of a cheetah, but his opponent seemed to match his every step. Their blades clashed in a flurry of sparks, and the half- elf felt himself struggle to push back. Drenched in sweat, Lance removed the pressure on Terry and rolled to the side, just in time to avoid a swift slash to his throat. They'd been dueling for what seemed like ages, but in reality it had only been a little less than an hour. As Terry ran forwards, Lance thrust out a hand and shouted, "Singeral !" A burst of pure mana erupted from his fingertips and shout towards his foe, who tried and failed to block it. The spell exploded in a flash of blue and the elf was blown backwards across the arena. Lance smiled at his work, but kept his blade ready all the same. This fight was strange for him. He'd fought foes who were stronger and faster than the elf in front of him, so it should have been over without him even having to try.