Standing among the crushed buildings that Raze had crashed into, he removed his hands from his throat. The pain was still there; his breathing still wasn't at its best, but he still had everything else.
He still had his Qi pills; he still had his magic. He could still use skills to a certain degree and he had his special blazer. The question was if it was enough.
'It has to be enough,' Raze thought as he tensed his grip around his sword. 'If I can't beat the Clan Head here, then what makes me think I can go against the principal?'
"You're waiting for me to make the first move, then? Well, you won't even be able to get close to me. Try and hit me with your magic!" Feebie shouted, swinging out her arm, and the wraps started to unravel.
Stretching out far and wide, they crashed into the buildings by the side, destroying everything in their path. Coming from the side, Raze leapt up in the air and swung his sword down.
Mid-swing though, the sword had been wrapped around by the strange wrappings, the other end of them attached to the Clan Head's arms. Pulling it forward, she had ripped the sword out from Raze's hand.
No matter how hard he had gripped onto it, one thing was clear: her strength was beyond his.
"Let's see that special power of yours; you don't need a sword, right!?" Feebie shouted.
'Fine,' Raze thought as he placed both hands by his side. Dark energy started swirling around them. The moment he landed in the sand, he aimed both of them straight at Feebie.
'Dark Pulse.'
From the palm of his hands, two Dark Pulses shot out. They were aimed perfectly at Feebie, but just at the right moment, she would move away, avoiding each of them. She continued to move closer and closer, while Raze continued to fire out Dark Pulses that were seemingly hitting nothing.
The wrappings had then gone back around her hands, and at that point, as a Dark Pulse came right at her, she decided to punch it straight on. As it hit the Dark Pulse, the energy went off in all different directions.
When it touched the ground, it destroyed part of the sands as well as part of the sandstone from the structures.
Instead of pressing forward, Feebie decided to look at her own hands and the flow of Qi.
'That's interesting, even around my fist, covered and powered by Qi, that dark energy still managed to destroy some of it, but it was still weaker than my own attack,' Feebie thought, and looked up with a large grin toward Raze.
She noticed while she was looking at his fist, he seemed to be doing something else himself. The White Dragon had both of his hands on the ground, and they were sparking slightly, with an odd blue energy.
"I saw this before; he did it to the last person, but why is he using that now when he's so far away!" Feebie's instincts were kicking in, and she was preparing herself.
The ground right where Raze was lit up with lightning spreading in all directions around him. It was fast, but on instinct, reacting to it, Feebie had jumped up in the air, avoiding the strike.
"You might have a lot of tricks up your sleeve, but you're too obvious with what you're doing!" Feebie claimed.
'I need her to stay still,' Raze thought. 'I can only fight at full strength for a short amount of time. To use a few moves, and I need her to be immobilized and to stop moving!' Raze continued with his hands left out, firing, this time not dark energy, but he was firing shards of ice.
On impact, they would freeze, slowing down Feebie at least.
"I see you thought since I was in the air, you thought I wouldn't be able to dodge; well, you're completely wrong!"
Feebie's wraps unraveled, and she started to spin her body. When doing so, the wraps widely created an against-wind current in front of her. It was pushing Raze and his hair back.
At the same time, as she came down to the floor, she was crashing into everything, hitting the ice shards and breaking them before they could even properly reach her.
Then she had come close to Raze, with a fist held up. "You're Finished!"
Shifting his feet, Raze focused his breathing, gathering his Qi, condensing it down. He then performed the second step; rather than going away, he went ahead and swung his hand.
'I need an attack that's just as strong.'
The weapon that had been thrown away was the wind-
enchanted weapon. He currently had nothing in his hand, and Feebie could see this as well, that was until a sword had appeared in his hand.
He held it with both hands, and Dark magic swirled around the sword. 'Eclipse Strike!'
With the push and the Lightning-enchanted sword, the strike was heavy.
'This is the strike that took down the Behemoth Clan middle-
stage warrior, and I've grown since then. I might not be in the same state, but this should be enough!'
The sword clashed into the heavy fist, and out from the sword, a heavy large strike of Darkness had extended out. It pushed Feebie's fist, and she could feel a heavy weight right in her feet.
The ground beneath her had been crushed, and she could feel the skin peeling apart from her knuckles. The attack had broken through the wrap, but quickly she had pushed forward and then jumped to the side, allowing the rest of the strike's energy to hit the ground.
Lifting up her leg, she kicked Raze as hard as she could on his side, seeing him flying in the distance. His body bounced on the ground a couple of times until he had eventually hit one of the large green trees.
Raze was on the floor, he was struggling to breathe, more so than usual. The wind had been knocked out of his body, and he had summoned quite the strong attack that was already affecting him.
It was hurting; he was trying hard to breathe in, but it wasn't working. His muscles, they weren't listening to him, that was until the soothing effect of the blazer started to come over him again, soothing his pain slightly.
Finally, he managed to get a small sliver or gasp of air. 'Even If I can use my strength to the fullest for a few moments, the Clan's power is so versatile and she seems used to fighting. This is nothing like when I went against Dame.'
Meanwhile, at the same time, Feebie hadn't gone straight after Raze, because she was surprised by what had happened once again. The wrapping, it was torn completely, cut making it half the size.
When was the last time her special wrappings had been damaged like that? And it wasn't the only damage that had occurred. Even on her fist, directly from her skin blood was dripping onto the floor, and onto the sand.
"That sword technique, I've seen it before. It's the Dark Edge Sword Arts, the sword arts which belonged to the Noctis Clan, the original founder of the Dark Faction. Why do you know such a thing?" Feebie shouted and asked.
