Vol. 5 Ch. 9

He looked at Trif.

“I should aim for him first, he’s the most dangerous one out of them all,” he concluded.

Yal charged Phize with a slash to the right but Phize dodged to the left and pursued Trif.

“I have an idea…” he thought.

“BLIZZARD!”

He aimed the spell at Oltrin and Horka for a few seconds and finally at Yal.

“That should buy me some time,” he comprehended.

“C-Cold…” Oltrin said.

Phize approached Trif and attacked with a downward slash but he sidestepped to the left.

“GOT YOU!”

Phize changed the direction of his sword toward the left.

Trif instantaneously used his sword to block his strong attack, leaving him staggered.

“WHA?”

He spun around him, gathered force, and stroke Phize’s nape.

“AACK!”

He fell to the ground.

“WHAT? W-WHAT? HIS STRENGTH. IT’S UNLIKE ANY OTHER STUDENT HERE. IT’S TREMENDOUS,” he fathomed.

He tried to stand back up when his vision suddenly blurred.

“I c-can’t see, and I can’t stand, the blow earlier was too strong,” he cerebrated.

“Pick him up,” he ordered.

Oltrin and Horka answered, “Yes, sir.”

Oltrin picked up Phize’s left arm while Horka picked up his right.

“And here I thought, you’d be more than them…” Trif announced.

They both lift him up.

“Hup,” Oltrin said.

Trif dropped his sword while Phize recovered his vision.

“Uh… WAIT…”

He punched Phize with his right fist.

“That felt good,” he said.

He cracked his knuckles.

He grasped his fists and hit him in the center of his face, and he punched him in the face again. This went on for many minutes, continuously punching Phize in the face. His nose was already bleeding, he was breathing frantically, basically wheezing at this point.

“Oh come on, is that all you got?”

He faced Trif, his eyes showed extreme anger.

“Oh?”

Trif glanced at Yal.

“Yal, switch places with Horka.”

“Alrighty then,” Yal replied.

Horka let go of Phize’s right arm and Yal grabbed it.

“What do you want me to do?” Horka questioned.

“Heal him.”

“Huh?”

“Heal him. If I hit him one more time, he’ll undoubtedly get unconscious and the round will be over. Heal him.”

“HEAL!”

The spell partly fixed a few of his injuries, but his nose still bled.

“This is where you learn… to never go against me ever again.”

Trif picked up his sword.

He hit Phize’s face with a slash to the left.

“It hurts… It seriously hurts… I… I…”

Phize was wheezing.

He hit his face with a slash to the right.

“GOD, THIS IS FUN! SEEING YOUR FACE GET BEAT UP! And you… making up those expressions… this is just the BEST!”

He continued beating up Phize with his sword.

Hazel was watching this unsightly act, her two hands were covering her mouth out of worry, “Why… why is no one stopping this?”

In the meantime, Eauvis was sitting in the very front of the seats with one man from each side sitting with him. The man to the left tapped Eauvis’ shoulder.

“Sir, isn’t this against the protocols of our school?”

The man to his right answered,

“Sir, this is not how a student should fight… this… this is distasteful. It’s very displeasing to the eye-”

Eauvis raised his hand, a gesture meaning to keep silent, then dropped it shortly after.

“As much as how I want to stop this battle, can you not see the spirit in the boy’s eyes?”

“Huh? What do you mean?” the man to his left asked.

“Grendall, do you know what will happen, if I stop the battle now?”

“U-Um…”

“This poor boy’s spirit will get crushed, is that what you want?”

“B-But sir…”

“A man’s spirit is his essence, his dignity, and his strength, and our school aims to improve that, and if we crush that right now, he might not be able to stand up again.”

“SIR, HE’S BEING BEAT UP.

He raised his hand to silence him.

“Sir…”

“Have belief in our students, they have the strength to stand back up again, I know that firsthand.”

“If you say so…”

During the interval…

“Heal.”

Phize’s face was beat-up with both of his nostrils bleeding.

“Your expressions get more intense the more I beat you up,” Trif stated.

“Y-You…” Phize responded.

“HMM??? What was that?”

He yelled the loudest scream he ever did, “I’LL… KILL YOUUUUUU… TRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIF!!!”

Trif hit Phize to the right with his sword.

“I need to get out… FAST!” he ideated.

Trif prepared for another beatdown, but Phize swept Yal’s leg.

“WOAH,” Yal said as he fell to the ground.

“Remember that the sword isn’t the only thing you can move with,” the words of Vhint resonated within him.

“Yow…” Yal complained.

Trif’s swing to the left missed because Yal fell, it surprised him, “Wha-”

“Woah, woah, WOAH!”

With no one holding the other arm, Oltrin’s load got a lot heavier, so he fell to the ground due to the imbalance.

Phize chanted, “FIRE!”

Trif jumped to the left while Horka jumped to the right side. Yal crawled as fast as he could to evade the fire.

“I’ll spread the fire just for you, freaks…” he thought.

“ENJOY!”

He was pushed back and was heading towards the ring.

“THE RING!” he panicked.

He pointed his arms in the opposite direction.

He chanted, “WIND!”

His fire spell was overwritten by wind. The wind prevented him from going out of bounds.

“That was close,” he thought.

Yal’s pants were caught on fire.

“AAAAAH! MY BOTTOM! IT’S BURNING HOT!”

Oltrin’s shirt was on fire.

“AAAH! SO HOT!”

Trif cast a spell, “Water.”

He sprayed both of them with water, removing the fire spreading from their clothes.

“WHAT ARE YOU TWO IDIOTS DOING? GET HIM!”

Horka was triggered, “THAT IS THE LAST TIME! SPIKE RUSH!”

Sharp objects rose from the ground and it was advancing toward him.

At the same time, Oltrin and Yal charged him.

“SO MANY!”

He focused on the magic spell first.

“CANCEL!”

The spikes stop in their tracks with Horka’s magic circle breaking into pieces.

“My spell…”

Oltrin headed for Phize’s legs to the right while Yal aimed for his head to the left.

He cast a spell, “WIND!”

He blew himself upward pushing both of them out of the way.

“Dammit, too many things are happening, I can only evade for now,” he perceived.

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“I have an idea,” he devised.

Trif and his lackeys see particles falling from the air.

Horka grabs some of them and decided to rub it against his thumb he described its texture, “It’s rough.”

“What is he doing? WHAT IS THIS?” Yal was frightened.

“Phize, your tricks are repetitive, but it sure is annoying about how you use them,” he commented.

He looked down, “IT’S SAND! DON’T LOOK UP! HE’S TRYING TO BLIND US ALL.”

“It’ll take more than that to defeat us, Phize,” he thought.

END OF EPISODE 33