spirit awakening

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He didn't want to die, he still hadn't pursued his Martial arts to the pinnacle, he hadn't  found out the identities if his parents yet so how could he die.

These were the thoughts going through Alex's head as he slowly fell into the abyss known as death.

They say that when  you are about to die your life flashes right before your eyes. Well that was the same here for him.

As he succumbed to the cold, cold, clutches of death his life flashed before his eyes.

He relived the best and worst moments of his life. He remembered his 1st ever Martial arts lesson he had with the old man who raised him, he remembered finding our about his parents and he realized that despite the fact that they left him he still wanted to find out who they were if that was possible.

Memory after memory damaged through his mind and a new resolve built up in him. But it was too late.

...................

Isaiah watched filled with horror as Ifrit released the mortals body and it fell onto the ground unceremoniously.

He roared in anger as he summoned the last dregs of his strength to manipulate the ground to spikes to impale the bastard.

He didn't even know the boys name.

Originally he had come here with a group of 4. They were chasing rogue sages who had committed atrocious crimes and killed a large number of people.

They chased them all the way to the human realm that the mortals called earth. He and his friends had decided to split up to Dover more ground.

Big mistake.

They had become cocky from the victories they had won previously. Well,their enemies had been lying in wait.

He had gotten separated from his comrades and ended up in a death match against Ifrit and now was stuck in this situation.

They had a spell which was supposed to be used to contact the rest of the team when one of them was in trouble.

Instead if his teammates Alex was the one who came.

Now the kid was dead and he didn't have the strength to avenge his murderer or even fight back. He fight useless.

No. He refused to give up. He had a mission to do. Isaiah struggled to his feet. he didn't have enough energy left to fight but maybe he could try the location spell again.

He began to chant under his breath sending pulses of mana very now just as Ifrit turned his attention back to him.

"Now there's no one left to help you. And it seems that your friends are a no show so there is no need to keep you alive. "

Ifrit blurred, in a second he was in front of Isaiah and had him by the neck who started to flail in the air as his windpipe was slowly being crushed.

Before Ifrit could finish the job he was knocked aside by something and was sent hurtling through the air before he managed to stop himself after a while.

He looked up to see a burly man  rubbing his wrists as he looked down on him.

The man turned to Isaiah. "To dude. Are you OK? You look terrible. "

Isaiah couldn't help himself and laughed. "I never thought I would be soo happy to see you Herc! Do you into where Isabella is?  

Before Herc could respond he figure materialized by Isaiah. "I'm here but we have company. The two of us where unable to finish off our opponents before we rushed here. "

Two figures appeared by Ifrit and helped him to his feet. Ifrit looked at them slightly amused.

"You disappoint me brothers. You can't even take care of your targets. "

The two figures bowed their heads in shame. "No matter, I guess that the more the merrier, right. But let's try to rap this up quickly. I'm almost out of power.

The two figures nodded as a dark aura burst out of them and formed two indistinguishable beings that wrapped around them and increased their abilities and power - their spirits.

Ifrit grinned as a similar going happened to him as he unleashed his spirit as well but instead of a dark aura his was fiery instead.

Herc and Isabella helped Isaiah stand. Before turning to face their foes.

"Guys I don't have the energy to enter a full powered battle against them so the most u can do is support you guys from here. "

Herc turned around an grinned. "That much is obvious. Leave the rest to us. "

The grin on his face slowly disappeared as he released his spirit. A grey aura surrounded him as he grew to nearly twice the size he was previously.

As for Isabella a light blue aura surrounded her as she released her spirit and summoned a lightning whip.

The two forces leaped into battle. Herc and Isabella Vs Ifrit and his two minions.

Their battle rocked the already shaken warehouse which was on the verge of collapse.

Isabella cracked her whip and flicked it at Ifrit who condensed a wall of flames to stop it before counterattacking.

Meanwhile Herc was facing Ifrit minions. Although Herc was physically stronger than the two of them their great teamwork and manuoverability put Herc at a disadvantage.

Isaiah tried to help from time to time but with  how weak he was he couldn't really do anything to affect the outcome of the battle.

Slowly but surely Ifrit and his goons were gaining the upper hand. Isiah felt despair. Even with his friends here they were still losing.

He regretted his arrogance, he regretted coming here in the first place and most of all he felt angry at the fact that he was soo weak.

Ifrit punched the ground, sending his power through that exploded with fire and headed towards Isabella. It erupted with enough force that would kill a normal person in an instant.

Isabella manager to dodge the attack, however, with her gone the person left to receive the attack was Herc.

The blow connected and he spat out blood and fell to his knees giving Ifrits my boons the chance to strike.

Isabella turned concerned for her friend and Ifrit took the opportunity to dash towards her. Before she could react he backhanded her sending her flying in the direction of one of his minions who condensed a huge mallet made up of black energy and smashed her to the ground.

Now, both Herc and Isabella were out of the picture.

Isaiah ran forward to do something, anything to help turn the situation around. But he was still too weak and ended up on the floor like his friends.

Ifrit walked towards them while shaking his head. "Honestly speaking I expected more from you guys. Oh well, you live you learn. "

A tiny fireball appeared in his palm. In Tue blink of an eye it was the size of tennisball.

It grew in size until it was huge.

"Die. "

Before he could throw the fireball a powerful pressure descended.

A force of which instantly dissipated Ifrits attack and force him and his goons into their knees.

At this moment, Alexs eyes opened. His normally pale blue eyes had turned black.