Warlock of War: My Ares System



I just barely managed to dodge it, sending a drop of sweat to run down my face. He was so close to tearing me into two fleshy chunks, yet I just barely managed to dodge out of the way. Sure I wasn't going all out… but I guess I had been underestimating the boy just a bit too much. 

"I guess I should make a move then…" 

As soon as his momentum carried him to a cross-body swing, I took this chance as we were floating mid-air to kick the end of my lance up. This controlled the ascending darkness from above and enveloped Orion in a sudden mass of dark energy. 

"[Castrophic Swing]." 

I knew damn well Orion was going to be unaffected by such an attack, so I stirred up some more chaos by starting with a clear downswing. My muscles all tensed reflexively, loosening at parts to carry a downdraft of power that poured right into the tip of my golden lance. It glimmered with a hint of heavenly light that carried down from the portal above and mixed with this skill, the same spatially tearing sound resonated through the air. 

…

The two men overflowing with malice faced each other, each armed with their respective pole weapons. Orion held his weapon with both hands, the shaft of the spear running parallel to the ground. On the other hand, Lucifer gripped his weapon with one hand near the middle, while the lance's long, pointed tip angled slightly upward.

With a sudden burst of energy, Orion lunged forward. He advanced with quick, calculated steps, closing the distance between them in an instant. His footwork was precise, with each step carefully placed to maintain his balance and maneuverability. His lead foot stepped smoothly, landing softly but with enough force to propel him forward, while the trailing foot followed in a seamless glide.

As he neared his opponent, he thrust the spear forward, aiming for the chest of Lucifer. The motion was fluid, with his hips and shoulders rotating in unison to maximize the power of the thrust. His arms extended fully, the spear tip moving in a straight line toward his target.

Yet, Lucifer responded swiftly, raising the long weapon in a horizontal block. His hand slid along the shaft of the lance, adjusting his grip to ensure maximum leverage. The spear's tip met the metal shaft of the lance with a loud CLANG, sending vibrations up both weapons. The force of the impact forced the spearman to stumble back a step, but he quickly regained his balance, his feet finding solid ground once again.

Undeterred, Orion launched another attack. He twirled the weapon, creating a deceptive feint before lunging low, aiming for the legs of his opponent. His entire body seemed to coil and release with incredible speed, propelling the spear tip toward his target. Lucifer's keen eye caught the feint, and his footwork mirrored his opponent's, allowing him to pivot effortlessly, avoiding the deadly strike.

The dance continued as the combatants circled each other. Lucifer displayed remarkable finesse as he parried each thrust and jab from the spear, his weapon a blur of motion as he countered with his own strikes. His wrist control was masterful, making minute adjustments to the angle of his lance's tip to deflect the incoming strikes. His footwork was equally impressive, as he gracefully stepped in and out of range, never overcommitting and always ready to exploit any opening.

The spearman, in turn, demonstrated determination and precision as he sought openings in his opponent's defenses. He used feints and deceptive movements to keep Lucifer guessing. At times, he would abruptly shift his weight, making it appear as if he was about to strike high, only to redirect his attack low at the last moment.

The spearman attempted to exploit a momentary lapse in his opponent's guard, thrusting his weapon with lightning speed. The lance-wielder reacted just in time, angling the lance down to deflect the spear harmlessly to the side. The spearman's momentum carried him forward, and he had to pivot quickly to avoid exposing his back. His footwork was impeccable, and he executed a smooth sidestep, seamlessly transitioning from offense to defense.

With each clash, the fighters' movements became more fluid and synchronized, a display of skill and mastery of their respective weapons. They were locked in a deadly dance, each seeking an advantage, and each anticipating the other's moves. The sounds of their weapons colliding echoed through the arena, filling the air with tension.

As the fight wore on, the combatants' breaths grew heavy, sweat glistening on their brows. Their eyes remained locked, their concentration unbroken. The battle between Orion and Lucifer continued, a mesmerizing display of skill and precision. The onlookers were held in rapt attention, their hearts pounding in time with the fighters' every move.

The combatants' footwork remained a crucial element of their strategy. They darted in and out of striking range, their steps measured and deliberate. Orion occasionally feigned retreat, drawing the lance-wielder forward before launching a lightning-fast counterattack. Conversely, Lucifer used his weapon's longer reach to keep the spearman at bay, thrusting and slashing with calculated precision.

In one breathtaking sequence, Orion unleashed a rapid series of attacks that seemed like blurs to the spectators. He alternated between thrusts and sweeps, forcing the lance-wielder to defend himself from all directions. The spear whirled through the air like a cyclone as the spearman demonstrated his exceptional agility and control. His footwork was a symphony of motion, with each step flowing seamlessly into the next, allowing him to change direction and attack angles effortlessly.

Not to be outdone, Lucifer responded with his own flurry of strikes. He twirled the lance with blinding speed, creating a swirling barrier of wood and steel that deflected each of the spearman's attacks. His wristwork was a marvel to behold, as he shifted the angle of his lance with split-second precision. His footwork complemented his offensive prowess, allowing him to maintain a perfect distance from his opponent, always staying just out of reach of the deadly spear.

"Huff… huff… huff… huff…" 

"Huff… huff… huff… huff…" 

Eventually, both sides reached a balanced conclusion… they were completely equal. And then the man who had ruled over hell since its beginning, the man who had fallen from grace, the man who had shaped the ill-malice and discontent contained within hell to serve the god known as Hades… felt something quiver within him. A slight amount of discomfort squeezed his chest, creating an opening for the student to take. 

"[Heaven… Splitter]," Orion groaned, the entirety of his throne world bending around him to form a curtain of silent chaos. It was like a blanket wrapped around the tip of his spear and with one single downward swing, the very fabric of reality seemingly came undone once more. 

CLANG

"Huff… huff… huff… huff… you crazy bastard…" The man with long dark purple hair shivered in place as one of his most powerful moves had been blocked. And not just blocked, but caught. And not just caught by the hilt of his opponent's lance… but the very hand holding that divinely demonic weapon. 

As the two portals, representing realms of sublime light and abhorrent darkness, continue to manifest their presence, they gradually begin to change their nature. The celestial gateway above the calm and collected man and the abyssal rift below him both quiver with palpable energy, and their radiance intensifies.

The first portal, resplendent with heavenly light, starts to dim and retract its radiant tendrils. It appears as if this ethereal gateway is being drawn into the very core of the calm and collected man. The divine aura, once cascading like a waterfall, now converges upon him, its luminosity fusing with his form. As it flows into him, his body seems to absorb this celestial energy, becoming a vessel for its transcendent power.

Simultaneously, the second portal, the malevolent rift, undergoes a transformation of its own. The nightmarish entities and the hellscape landscape begin to dissolve as if being absorbed back into the depths of the abyss. The darkness and chaos recede, and the maw of the portal shrinks until it, too, merges into the man's being.

As these opposing realms swell and converge within him, the calm and collected man's aura undergoes a profound transformation. It surges with an intensity that borders on the brink of lashing out at everything around him. The celestial light and the abyssal darkness merge within his very essence, creating a mesmerizing dance of duality. His aura becomes a tempestuous maelstrom of divine radiance and infernal fury, a dichotomy of opposing forces on the verge of crashing.

The energy within him ripples and crackles with untamed power, straining against the confines of his being. It is as if the equilibrium he embodies, the balance between light and darkness, is a taut thread that could snap at any moment. The air around him vibrates with a pulsating tension, and those who witness this transformation can feel the monumental forces at play.

The calm and collected man stands at the precipice of a cataclysmic release of power, and the world around him seems to hold its breath, anticipating the imminent eruption of his aura. In this pivotal moment, he becomes a living embodiment of the cosmos's delicate equilibrium, a being on the cusp of transcending the boundaries of mortal existence and ascending to a realm of unimaginable power and significance.

"I accept my ascendance."