13 Strength of Resolve (2/2)
The flames on Will's hands turned even darker of red, resembling more blood than ruby, slowly creeping up to his elbows. With a barely human shriek, Will charged forward once more. Instead of trying to hit the man, he punched fist sized flames towards him. Michael side stepped each one, some hit the trees leaving fist sized searing holes in the trunks. The field in which he had been transported to now looked like a battle zone. Flames punched holes in the ground in each place Michael was just moments before the flames hit.
Putting the sword away seeing as though he didn't need it for dodging, Michael dodged the flames, each one dodged he took another step closer to Will.
Will was almost gone, lost to his rage. If he couldn't take out the cloaks, at least he could take out the man mocking him, the man that took him from his world, from his loved ones and launched him into this world of pain. If he could just see this man suffer as he was suffering now, he would be able to die with at least a little less hurt.
While Will took his random shots at Michael, the latter just laughed while dodging each attack and taking a small advance each time. With every step forward, Will retreated a step back, beginning a dance between the two. ”I wonder if killing Jonathan will be this easy, if so maybe I'll just head there now!” Michael laughed as he saw the flames grow past Will's shoulders. Will finally allowed himself to be fully taken by his rage. Michael watched as the usual flaming rage slowed down suddenly, now they looked calm in a way. Will's face changed with the flames, instead of the fury his eyes had shown, they now had a calm look to them. Instead of retreating back, he held his place in front of Michael.
Will put his arms down and closed his eyes. The flames from his arms dancing slowly above his head. His mind was completely silent, not a whisper. Slowly he opened his eyes to stare at Michael with calculating eyes. With his mind finally empty of all thoughts, the steady flames grew in size, now a foot over his head. Will raised one arm, pointing at Michael. Shooting one fist sized flame after another, his target still evading every hit. Instead of losing his control on the flames that had been shot, he began stopping them in their flight and rearranging them around Michael.
After a minute of consistency, the flames stopped their departure. Will put his arm down, now looking at the no longer laughing Michael. He was now surrounded three hundred and sixty degrees around with hundreds of flames. Will raised the palm of his hand, slowly closing it. The flames reacted to his motion and slowly started to close the distance, closing Michael into an inferno like cage. With the distance now just a few feet from his attacker, Will allowed a few of the flames to jet toward Michael who now had no way of dodging. Will could smell burning flesh by the time he opened his palm and swirled his finger as if stirring a pot. The flames rotated to the motion of his finger.
With a smooth rotation of the flames, Will lowered his hand and walked calmly over to Michael who was now treating burn marks. Will allowed him some time to treat himself, knowing full well that this man knew a thing or two more of the magic in Crystallia, he felt as though he didn't really need to hold back. As he stared at Michael, so many ways of killing him flashed in his mind. His flame demanded justice for the wrong this man had caused him. He could feel the need within his new power, begging to deal the final blow.
Will once again swirled his finger, allowing the flame to pick up speed again. He watched the man's eyes grow wide. Will noticed that they were not wide in fear as they should be, but instead in excitement. He didn't care too much what this man could have been happy about, it mattered not to him. In Will's mind, the man was already dead. With his resolve in check, Will continued walking towards Michael.
His pace was slow and collected, not as hurried as a man of his rage should be. Michael watched him close the distance within his flaming prison. His gaze swept over Will almost as if he was in awe. ”Thank you William, you have finally awoken.” Will stopped when he heard the man speak.
”What do you mean I've awoken? And why would you thank the one that's going to kill you?” Will said in a calm tone. ”My flame demands the justice only your blood can give.”
Will circled the man like a cat would circle it's prey. He would give no opening to the man that would disgrace him straight to his face. There was no forgiveness for someone who would shame a man's entire family just for the actions of one. Nothing would resolve the issue short of the mans head.
”William please, it should be obvious to you by now.” Michael said in an excited tone. ”Your blood has finally awoken, with the right training you will finally be able to talk some sense into that damned Crimson King!” Michael said, finally seeming to lose it.
”What does my blood have to do with the Crimson King?” Will asked while widening the cage ever so slightly. If he was going to kill Michael, he may as well get all the information he could out of the man before he did. ”Be quick, I don't really have time for your games.” He said with a look of distaste. The only thing this man had ever done was make a mockery of him. He thrust Will into a world he never knew and expected him to survive. He thought of Maya and what she would be doing if he had just left her with the guards, that life was still better than no life.
Michael continued to spout out nonsense, though Will could see the man had not really lost his senses. He could see the cold calculating gleam in his eyes as he stared at Will. Michael seemed to have calmed down as he stared at the young man. Within his cage, Michael only said one other thing before becoming quiet.
”This is the William to which I saved.” he said with a faint smile. ”This is Crimson Prince.”