The Unfading: Second battle of the codex

Chapter 3: The report

"Of course we'll have to fight him", Alvia said. The crowd was silent as the three of them entered the arena. Their stronger weapons in hand, their identities still hidden. Infront of them was Fenrir. He was wearing a metallic mask covering half of his face. His eyes purple as ever. Just dull. A curved wooden sword was fitted in his belt on the side where the mask was. He was staring at them with hunger & lust. Like a predator looks at his prey. Though he was smiling, the intimidation was still there. The commentary started. "Let's cheer them all up! Show your spirits people!". It was an arena where hundreds of warriors fought each day. It was normal for a warrior to say that he'd kill the crowd. Although this time, they were facing a threat bigger than they had ever faced before. "3", the voice echoed. Zetta & Aryan took out their daggers. Alvia prepared to cast a spell. "2", Fenrir took out his sword slowly. "1!", Alvia casted the spell. "Elven magic art: Quadra chained daggers", Alvia unleashed the technique. Zetta & Aryan dashed forward. Four glowing purple chains formed & moved towards Fenrir at blinding speed. Fenrir took a step forward, grounded his feet & dashed. Taking quick, long steps. He dodged the chains by moving a bit to the right. The chains striked the ground on his left. His  glowing golden wooden sword was on his right side. Parallel to the ground. Zetta & Aryan both dashed towards him. Fenrir's eyes were only fixed on Alvia. They both tried striking him with dagger. Aryan bent down & took a quick turn with his daggers, creating a circular slash near Fenrir's feet. Zetta jumped in the air & repeated the same movement. Both their attacks combined were aiming for Fenrir's head & feet. Fenrir's eyes moved towards them both as he saw their daggers reaching his body. In a flash, he jumped up & took a quick spin in the air, dodging both attacks as he slid in between the circular slashes. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he again dashed towards Alvia. She was still at a distance from him. Her eyes travelled from him to Aryan & Zetta. "Elven magic art: Helix lightning of the night", she unleashed the technique creating two purple lightning streaks from both her hands travelling in a helical pattern at blinding speed towards Fenrir. But in his eyes everything was moving slow. 'Should I dodge it or should I send it back towards her? Well there's no point in losing or winning. Whatever the case, I was just ordered to see how strong these people are. I should fight like a human', he thought. "Xeva technique: Redirection", his voice echoed as he took 2 quick turns & sent the lightning bolt towards Alvia. She instantly dived to her left & the lightning striked the wooden wall around the battle ground, breaking it with a blast. "Xeva technique: Distant-", he stopped midway & instantly turned around. Cling, clang, the voices echoed as he striked down the daggers thrown by Zetta & Aryan. "Weapon technique: Serpentile dance", Aryan spoke as he moved towards Fenrir taking quick turns without changing the flow of his attack. 'A technique involving quick turns & movements which allow the redirection of projectiles....it's quite sloppy though', he thought as with one upward slash he broke Aryan's incoming attack, twisted his sword & striked him in the shoulder with the pomel of his sword. Aryan stumbled backward as Fenrir noticed a purple glow from behind him followed by a voice. "Elven magic art: Array of unlimited daggers", he turned around to see an amazing sight. Hundreds of glowing purple daggers were moving towards him from behind. 'So elegant. She is strong. I can still protect myself with a technique so she's still not going hard enough', he thought as his sword moved lightning fast. He performed multiple vertical slashes infront of him instantly as his voice echoed. "Xeva technique: Mere grazes". The daggers striked the ground as dust rose. Fenrir dashed towards Alvia out of the settling dust. Zetta was right behind him, bringing his swords down from above. Fenrir took a turn as he slided below his right arm & striked him on the shoulder. Zetta fell to the ground, unconscious. "And one of the opposing team is down!", the commentator shouted as the crowd cheered. Aryan came right after. Was striked mid-air. In the left flank. He went flying back & collided with the wall of the battleground. "So you've lost, what's your wish?", Fenrir asked while looking at Alvia. "I'm still in a fighting shape", she replied. "Oh no, you're no match", he commented as his sword moved blindingly fast. Producing an energy blade that travelled towards her. She barely reacted by producing a weak purple shield infront of her which was broken in an instant & she was sent flying back. "Now, what is your wish", he asked again. "Are you really one of those people? The monstrous sword masters? From the Xeva tribe?", she asked. Her voice was cracking. A trail of blood dripped down from her temple. "I.....don't know", he said as he took a step back & turned around taking slow steps towards the exit. Her vision darkened & she fell to the ground.