50 I am the Apex (2/2)

”I know who my father is, he is the Apex. The strongest, the one who guards this plane. I am the son of Zarra.” roared Draig's humanity as a ridiculously powerful aura surged from his being blowing Dracule away.

Dark magic flowed around him as he turned to face Dracule, the Darkness took the form of a sword as he charged towards Dracule only to be blocked locking the two in a stalemate.

Outside however things had gotten serious.

”Cat got your tongue leech brat” asked Zarra as he stood there in all his glory in his restored state.

Draig said nothing merely charging forward.

”Too hasty, I won't even use my hands.” said Zarra shaking his head casually.

Draig arrived in front of Zarra but before he could even touch the Mage a foot met the side of his head, as he hit the ground Zarra was already there above him.

”You know I missed the chance to teach you many things, for example how to woo a woman. One of the ways I found is to know how to dance.” said Zarra as he stepped onto Draig's back and a rapid set of steps fell onto his body.

From an outside perspective it appeared Zarra was literally river dancing on top of the boy's body. Each step bringing a tremor, in between these tremors you could hear a jolly tune being whistled, the scene was ridiculous to any who would have witnessed it.

”You know that is actually how I wooed your mother, she said I looked elegant when I danced. I could never tell if she was making fun of me or not but she always asked me to dance for her.” said Zarra however his reminiscence was cut short as he felt a particular lack of something under his feet and received a strike to the back of his head planting his face in the dirt and a kick planted in his rear.

”AHHH, how dare you assault your father” shouted Zarra standing up holding his aching rear.

”You, you don't swing that way do you” asked Zarra with a suspicious look on his face.

Draig roared but it carried no anger, no embarrassment, nothing. The roar was empty surprising Zarra, he was more aware of the current situation but that didn't mean he couldn't have a little fun at the moment.

Inside Draig's soul Draig's brows twitched irritably.

Zarra then dropped into an over exaggerated kung fu stance making weird noises as he switched poses.

”You are not permitted in this dojo” stated Zarra looking overly serious as he once again kicked Draig but this strike landed on his knee causing hit to bend at an awkward angle which caused Zarra to feel a bit of remorse but that quickly disappeared when that same leg that was dangling was suddenly swung nailing him squarely in his precious area forcing him to his knees.

His mind went blank for a whole second, he could not fathom the fact that he had actually been struck in his genitals.

”My precious” wheezed Zarra

While this farce of a fight was happening the internal battle was picking up in intensity.