EndGame: The Successor's Legacy-Chapter 49: Overwhelming.
[Elowen vs Fiona]
Elowen moved towards the ring, that was already magically restored after the disastrous previous battle.
Her crimson eyes remain half-lidded as if she was too lazy to open them and see how her opponent looked.
"Fiona Sceian" Fiona spoke, as her hand moved towards the hilt of her sword. Her pale brown hair was tied in a high ponytail, while she wore blue armour made of iron and leather.
Her eyes were the same colour, that held the sharpness one wouldn’t expect of a candidate.
Hailing from a Knight family just like Vian’s, she looked every bit of it, embracing that role. Her posture was straight radiating confidence while expression was stern yet calm.
Her voice finally made Elowen look up to her. For a moment she held her gaze and then with a voice so soft that it was barely above a whisper she spoke.
"Elowen SilverWillow."
Nodding slightly, she pulled out her blade, while Elowen a mage, not showing any signs to summon her staff stood bare handed
Fiona frowned slightly, confusion flickering across her sharp face.
"You won’t take out your staff." She asked.
"It’s fine." Elowen spoke just that much with a low tone, no explanation, no more words and no more talking.
"I see." Fiona’s eyes narrowed.
The Referee raised his hand in the air. Then, it came down with a command.
[Begin]
Not even a millisecond passed, as dark green vines with a large thorns erupted from beneath Elowen. Instantly, they shot forward towards Fiona with a slithery grace of a snake.
’Nature Magic, as expected of an elf.’ Fiona thought as the vines attacked her, looking like they had a mind of their own.
With a swing of her blade, she met the vines head on.
Slash
’Tough.’ She thought as her blade met the barrage of vines that lashed out on her from every direction. The vines felt like a wire made of steel, that took too much strength to cut.
She sidestepped dodging vines, coming for her, then ducked as another one whizzed past where her head had been a moment ago.
Fiona moved like a blur through the rapid volley of thorned vines, she ducked, backed and dodged whatever she could and for the one which she couldn’t. Her ever trusting blade was there to protect her.
’She’s good. Keeping a distance and draining my strength at the same time.’ Fiona analysed as her mind worked.
"But..." With a slight smile she spoke. " You have to do better than that to defeat me, Princess." A blue glow erupted from her blade, as she tapped into her core.
Mana covered her blade, sharpening and strengthening it trifold, as it cut through the thorned vines like butter. Her hands swung in a blue glowing blur, as he cleaved the vines with subtle ease.
Then, abruptly she ducked. Like an arrow she launched herself straight in the middle of the severed vines. In a flash, she was upon Elowen, her blade already positioned for attack.
Elowen eyes narrowed just slightly. Even when Fiona’s blade was coming straight for her head, she didn’t even so much as flinched.
Her wrist flicked upwards.
Instantly, arcs of green hard condensed air formed and blitzed straight towards the incoming sword and the master of that same sword.
Blade met wind, as they resisted each other for a moment before Fiona was forced to back off as the other arc came straight towards her.
Barely, she rolled to the side, moving away from the trajectory of the arc. The arc of wind hit the solid ground behind her leaving a scar into the white rock.
Elowen didn’t give Fiona the luxury of catching her breath. As her hand moved straight forward then her palm closed with effortless control of mana.
Fiona’s instincts went haywire, as she without even looking moved away from where she stood, jumping up high in the air.
Just as she moved away from her place, multiple long thorned vines rose up from the ground forming a cage-like cluster.
’That could’ve been bad. I would’ve been punctured with holes.’ She thought, with a slight fear, as she watched the cluster of vines closing.
However...now stood a bigger problem, she was in mid air with nothing but her sword. While the monster of her opponent had all the good opportunities to strike.
And strike she did.
Bullets of condensed wind moved at high speed, spinning and moving directly aimed at her.
Slash.
"Urk."
Somehow awkwardly spinning mid-air, Fiona dodged the bullets, however one of them still got the mark as it struck straight at her temple.
Her co-ordination broke, wincing from the hit she almost fell on the ground barely managing herself to stand, at the last moment.
Her eyes flicked towards Elowen without missing a beat, as she stood there serenely, her posture straight yet somehow showing that she is not even taking the fight seriously.
"Is that it?" Elowen spoke, matching Fiona’s gaze. She wasn’t mocking or belittling her. No, Elowen wasn’t the type to comment on others.
What she asked was a genuine question? A question asking if that was the extent of Fiona’s capabilities.
For the first time, Fiona’s composure cracked as her jaw tightened, teeth clenching against each other.
"Don’t underestimate me." She launched straight, towards her as she snapped. Her blade moved fluidly towards her.
"..." Elowen blinked.
’Did I said something offending?’ She questioned lightly in her mind. Then, just as Fiona, closed in on her she ducked dodging her blade with effortless grace.
However, anticipating that Fiona spun off her heel, her blade aimed straight for Elowen’s torso.
Just as the blade was about to slash through her ribs, a thick vine erupted from the ground interjecting the path of the blade.
The sword cut through the vine like a tofu, however the small interjection gave Elowen enough time to move away from the blade’s path.
However, what Fiona didn’t expect was that instead of moving back away from her sword, Elowen stepped towards her. That slight surprise caught her off-guard.
A mistake that she regretted.
Elowen’s hand moved swiftly to Fiona’s stomach. Wind gathered around her palm, chaotic and sharp as with a blaring force her palm hit Fiona’s stomach.
"Swift Strike." The words rippled lightly.
