632 WHAT HAPPENED?!?! (1/2)
Rolling his eyes, Alcahain lowered his fists. ”Jin's better at sparring! There, was that loud enough for you to hear?!”
Lightning crackled around Tyres as he increased his outage and streaked toward Alcahain for another attack. Few could match his raw speed, namely Torian and Rikko as the helmed swordsman had yet to ascend. And being belittled juxtaposed to Jin was the ultimate dishonor to the swordsman.
As the swords struck forward, Alcahain readied his gauntlets once more. In a foot race, he wouldn't be able to keep up with Tyres. But in close combat, Jin was the only one that could edge him out. Alcahain stood at the bottom of the legendary god's hierarchy but many regarded as the most technically skilled as the old sparring partner of Jin and long-time friend of the samurai. This was evident as his reflexes allowed Alcahain to match each strike of Tyres's blades with a countering punch, neutralizing the attacks.
”Wow… You bit off Jin more than you could chew, didn't you?”
”SHUT UP!!”
Tyres surrounded his entire being with electricity and wind, holding nothing back against the god two levels weaker.
”Come on, then! Prove me wrong!” laughed Alcahain, pounding his fists together. ”Your technique is sloppy at best and you're too focused on sheer power. Without finesse, your strikes are easy to neutralize.”
”I SAID SHUT UP!!!”
Bolting toward the Brawler God, Tyres zipped across the open-aired pavilion. Killing intent dripped from his eyes.
Alacahain continued his laughter while charging also. Earth energy covered his body as lightning heightened his reflexes to the max. He wanted more than everyone to collide and knock the arrogant swordsman down a peg.
”THAT'S ENOUGH!!!”
Two small cyclones appeared out of thin air, ripping the two rushing combatants away from their imminent collision. Both were thrown back without mercy, crashing and sliding across the pavilion floor.
”HE--”
”WHO STARTED A FIGHT WITHOUT ME!!!”
Tyres shut his mouth without another moment to waste as the pavilion floor shook. Barreling through the conference room entrance came Grixor with heavy feet and a monstrous grin. ”Who wants some?! Share the fun, won't you?!”
”That's enough playing around…” Torian's hand slapped the back of Grixor's head as the Thundering God sighed and joined the quarrel outside. ”Sparring is one thing, destroying the property is another. Tyres, calm down or fight us. Got it?”
The Sword God rolled his eyes and nodded, but the temperature of Torian's tone dropped as he repeated, ”Got it?”
”Yes… I understand.” Tyres finally stored his swords and glared back at Alcahain in despise.
The Brawler God was still lying on the ground, chuckling lightly. ”Tralbok… Why'd you have to go and do that?”
Just when the situation was de-escalated, a pillar of light fell upon the pavilion. As a figure appeared within the light, everyone immediately took notice. Then, Torian and Grixor rushed to their aid.