140 The end of a dream 2 (1/2)
My first opponent had no intention to waste his precious minute as he started to throw his wind blades directly at me. But these wind blades could not be compared to the ones, which caused the negligible damage on my skin.
They have enough power to tear directly through me if I do not empower my body. That is the difference in talent between the idiotic first group and the truly strong. The best course of action was to keep on dodging to buy time until everything has been set up.
Though I could not afford to treat this as lax I did the fights prior. By showing some offence I might as well make them aware of my strength causing them to treat me seriously and be on guard. My experience against wind practitioners was shallow at best but I had no intention of dying here.
In fights like these, my primary focus was to avoid injuries that would incapacitate me and to close in on the wind mage to pressure him into making mistakes. Getting hit was unavoidable as I was surrounded by air, the medium in wind mages really excel in.
I decided to pick up the pace and accelerate my movements to close the gap between us. A wind blade slashed along my ribs, creating a very bloody sight. This was the price I had to pay if I wanted to win this fight. One minute might seem like a short period of time, but in fights like this, every second could feel like an eternity.
Due to my inhuman regeneration, I could take one injury in a while but I should not let them accumulate. To no one surprise, the next wave of wind blades came crashing at me this time creating a wall I could not pass through without losing my life.
By throwing myself forward into the left direction I managed to avoid them, but this much was anticipated by my opponent who conjured a different spell I had not seen prior. The wind was compressed and turned into small projectiles which came flying at me as I had just regained my balance.
Caught off guard; I only managed to get my head out of harm's way as several bloody holes had appeared in my body. The projectiles had entered and left my body from the back. Causing quite a spectacular view if I say so myself.
Sadly this battle was far from over as the next wave of wind blades closed in on my position once more. Getting closer was a mistake in it itself. I should have never taken such a risk without knowing the abilities of my enemy yet. I learned something new but the cost for this success was heavy.
Cursing my lack of knowledge once more I was forced to act more careful If I wanted to avoid ending up like swiss cheese. This time around I decided to throw myself to the right and use the newly generated speed to continue the movement with a role to cover more distance.
This decision proved to be correct as the projectiles could be heard tearing loudly through the air. I did not stand still and wait for him to send the next wave of attacks and kept on being in motion. I had to mix my patterns over and over again to avoid falling into another predicament.
I managed to cross the distance and was 2 steps away from him but this small distance was the most dangerous position to be in. Because being in such close proximity left both of us with next to no room to avoid any attacks.
Another set of nearly unavoidable wind blades came flying at me, I did not have much time and I had to make a decision. I chose to follow the option he would least likely expect, even at the cost of one massive injury that nearly amputated my right arm.
Jumping straight through the wind blades I finally came face to face with my opponent and I used my other hand to throw a punch directly at his face. To my surprise, he still managed to just barely counter the attack by pushing my hand upwards utilizing his wind magic.
Despite my initial attack missing the target, my attack was not over as I pulled my leg into his direction and launched a kick directly onto his ribs. This time he could not react in time and just barely managed to create a layer of wind between his body and my leg. The attack still connected after it was thwarted by the wind.
The impact caused Haschmich to slide a few meters sideways. Much to my dismay, the damage was far from enough to kill him as he began to throw the next wave of attacks. This time around I ran back to extend the distance between the both of us. I had to recuperate before I could do anything risky.
But my decision did not go unnoticed as Haschmich had seen an oppurturnity and conjured a multitude of magical bullets directly aimed at me. The number was certainly bigger than the one he had utilized before.
Getting unscathed out of this scenario was unlikely given the current state of my body. The only thing I could come up at the moment was to employ part of the secret strategy I had learned from my underlings. I gathered all of my energy inside of my body in my left foot and launched it into the ground to throw up some rubble to cover me.
The heavy impact reverberated through the surroundings causing the other players to realize the power behind this kick. The rocks were pulverized once they came into contact with the bullets diminishing the power by quite a margin.
Feeling the broken foot I had made a risky decision, that would hinder my mobility. I had to act unperturbed and gave a casual glance to my opponent. I did not show any movement and hoped to buy as much time as possible for my bones to return to its previous state.
A few seconds passed as Haschmich was perplexed by the force of my kick. I would be utterly confused as well seeing such an impact. Though this did not last nearly long enough for me to regain my full mobility. Numerous cracks still covered my bones and my perforated skin had yet to close at several spots.
Hashmich began to cast another set of projectiles but this time around he had increased their numbers yet again. This one was not looking too good for me. I did not want to go in overdrive in the very first fight but I had no other choice given by the upcoming bombardment.
Preparing myself for the worst I continued to stare at him without any change in my expression.
” And the time is over” Laura exclaimed for everyone to hear. The projectiles disappeared with a heavy sigh from my opponent and the next one started to walk up.
It was a sturdy young man nodding at me. He looked at me full of fighting intent. ”Shall we begin?”
I savoured the few seconds of peace and serenity to close as many wounds as possible and with fixing my injured foot. I had prioritized my injured arm to be able to fully use it again.
Bones healed slowly in comparison to flesh wounds. But I did not want to show and signs of weaknesses therefore I nodded at him and took up a fighting stance.
A sudden feeling of danger attacked my senses causing me to jump backwards. My instinct had saved me from being impaled by the sharp stalagmite.
just like the previous fight I was at a disadvantage right from the start. Fighting an Earth mage on soil was by no means favourable for me. Just like air, there was next to no limit to the earth in the ground.
I had to assume that I could be attacked from every possible direction. Distance mattered little this time as the key to win this fight lied in avoiding the deadly attacks. The unpredictable attacks would dictate what actions I could take or in this case those I should avoid.
For example, standing still or paying too much focus on the ground and not realizing that several big rocks are currently coming at me. It also did not help that stalagmites appeared in every direction making it harder for me to dodge without being skewered.
I was dancing in the palm of his hands without any chance to retaliate. Passing through the wind was one thing but passing through solid rock was something entirely else.
After several stressful seconds, a risky manoeuvre appeared inside of my mind. Instead of running away from the stalagmite I chose to break one at its bottom.