Chapter 226 - The Ark Of Bryan (1/2)
”How long are you going to stare at me until you ask my name?” asked the man, who shifted uncomfortably.
”I had expected you to introduce yourself,” explained Mavislin.
”You first.”
Mavislin elbowed the stickman. Ashley nearly spat out his soup.
”He can be best friends with you, Sassy Stickman,” whispered Mavislin, with a deadpanned look.
”I'd rather not be friends with exploding balls...”
”Mavislin Roydon, leader of the Barren Pillars,” said the Valkyrie, ignoring the stickman.
”So, you are the infamous Valkyrie!” yelled the happy mystery man.
”You sound surprised...”
”Well, of course! You are quite well-known to us small fries. My name is Bryan, no last name given, I'm afraid.”
”Mage or Human?”
”Do I get a choice of 'both'?”
Mavislin remained quiet while she tried remembering the fella's name. She had heard it before, somewhere during her small journeys. But the ongoing fight at the Old Chapel snapped her back as she quickly felt Melancholia.
”Looks like you've used up all of your time, Time Mage,” laughed Benjamin as he tossed the boy away.
”I might have but they don't call me a Triplet-Holder for nothing!” yelled Raiyen, glitching through the air.
”What?! How can you still teleport if you can't use your Time Element?” shouted Benajmin as his Melancholia spell inched out from the place he stood.
”Glitch was never a spell of the Time Element alone. If I can't use Time, purely, I mix it up with my other Elements.”
Raiyen then unleashed a huge conga line of Radiant Storms, all aimed towards the Corrupted One. With several bolts raining down, there was no way the Corrupted One could exscape.
”Voltaic Dance!” yelled Raiyen, as his Aura exploded to full blue color.
Streams of blue electricity danced his forearms as he launched himself towards Benjamin.
”Raiyen can't take anymore... I have to go back,” said the Valkyrie, standing back up.
”And where do you think you're going? There's no way you can defeat that Corrupted thing without a backup plan,” said Ashley, quickly finishing his soup.
”I thought I was the backup plan?” asked Bryan, scratching his head.