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Arthur rolled his neck once and tightened his grip on the Kamish twinblade, and Bellion lowered his massive, shifting weapon with the calm of someone who had walked through a thousand wars and forgotten none of them.
Neither talked, nor taunted.
Bellion moved first.
He came forward in a straight line, wings tensing, the air trembling under the force of his acceleration. Arthur met him head-on. Their blades collided, the impact throwing ripples through the ground, cracking the stone beneath their feet. Sparks sprayed around their locked weapons like scattering stars.
Arthur's arms flexed from the pressure. Bellion leaned in, wings unfolding further, his strength a steady, immovable weight. When they broke apart, dust and wind rushed back into the vacuum they left behind.
Bellion's voice was calm, almost reflective.
"Such strength.."
Arthur smirked. "You say that yet you still hit like someone trying to flatten a planet."
There was no reply.
Bellion surged again.
Arthur ducked as Bellion's weapon stretched mid-swing into a whip, the edge slicing where his head had been a heartbeat ago. He pivoted under it, dragging his blade along the sword whip's shaft, metal scraping metal in a shower of golden sparks.
Bellion didn't pause. His weapon collapsed and reformed instantly, turning into a sword once more aimed straight for Arthur's ribs.
Arthur parried with a twist of his wrist, flame crackling up the twinblade's length.
The clash pushed them apart again.
Arthur rolled his shoulder, absorbing the ache. "Not bad."
Bellion's wings opened wider, casting a long, dark silhouette across the ground as if the sky itself bowed to him.
"I expected nothing less from the one the Monarch chose."
Arthur inhaled, then struck first.
The twinblade carved through the air in a blazing arc, a crescent of fire and shadow energy aimed to split Bellion down the middle. Bellion met it with with his blade to shield the attack, the same weapon, reshaped in a blink absorbing the blow with an echoing boom. Arthur stepped into the clash, spinning the second end of the twinblade upward in a killing line.
Bellion leaned back, the strike slicing inches from his throat. His weapon broke apart into a segmented whip that cracked through the battlefield like lightning.
Arthur sliced the whip mid-flight.
Bellion's wings pulsed. The whip stitched itself back together.
Arthur snorted. "Showoff."
Bellion's tone was steady, respectful even as they fought.
"This is the role I was given. And you… are the one I must test."
Arthur's jaw tightened. Flame crawled up his arm.
"I know you can do more than this."
He launched forward.
Bellion met him in an explosion of movement Arthur a blur of shadow and precision, Bellion a wall of disciplined fury. Arthur slashed, stabbed, spun, his attacks fast enough to set the air alight. Bellion deflected every strike with the ease of a soldier who had never once wasted motion.
But Arthur saw it.
A small shift in Bellion's footing.
A half-second adjustment, a moment that wasn't perfectly controlled.
He was being pushed.
Arthur's grin sharpened.
Bellion's weapon elongated into a double-ended spear. He thrust twice quick, brutal, surgical. Arthur redirected the first. Sidestepped the second. Flames roared as he countered with an upward slash aimed at Bellion's head.
Bellion's wings snapped wide, launching him back. The blade grazed his chestplate, carving a molten line across it.
For the first time, Bellion's breath hitched barely, but Arthur caught it.
Arthur smirked.
Bellion straightened, the air vibrating around him.
"Truly impressive," Bellion said quietly. "I mustn't remain with this pace anymore."
Arthur spun the twinblade once, fire spiraling off it like falling embers.
"Good. Because I'm just getting warmed up."
Bellion's weapon condensed into a massive blade, light swirling around it as if dragged from a storm.
"Very well."
They crashed together again harder, faster, their movements blurring as steel and shadow and fire carved through the world tree around them.
Just the pure, brutal language of skill and will, clashing so violently that the very sky beneath the World Tree trembled.
Bellion's blade shifted again into something thinner and fluid.
Arthur caught it immediately the way the metal loosened, like a river giving up its banks.
"Thinking of switching styles?" Arthur muttered.
Bellion didn't answer.
The weapon unraveled mid-swing, snapping out like a living chain of silver, coils of divine metal flashing through the air faster than lightning. Arthur twisted, twinblade moving on instinct, deflecting once and twice.
Then the whip did something wrong.
It didn't bounce away.
It wrapped.
The metal flowed around Arthur's twinblade, coiling tighter, tighter, until it hardened instantly. Not a weapon anymore.
A clamp.
Arthur's grin faltered the slightest bit.
Bellion yanked.
Not just pulling the blade but pulling Arthur with it.
Arthur dug his boots in, shadows cracking the ground behind him as he resisted, muscles burning but Bellion twisted his wrist, rotating the hardened whip at an impossible angle.
Arthur's grip broke.
The twinblade flew from his hands, torn cleanly from him as if the air itself rejected his hold. It spun through the sky, fire still burning along its length, before Bellion ripped it away into his own orbit.
For a moment, everything stilled.
Arthur looked at his empty palms.
Then up at Bellion.
…And laughed once, low and impressed.
"That was clean."
His ring pulsed.
Shadows surged, stretching out toward the stolen blade.
Bellion was already moving.
He didn't give Arthur the chance.
The whip hardened again, snapping back into a massive sword as Bellion slammed down on him like a meteor. Arthur barely leaned aside, the blade shearing through air where his skull had been.
A follow-up came instantly.
Arthur raised a hand, Ruler's Authority flaring
Bellion's foot crushed into his ribs.
The impact launched Arthur across the battlefield, smashing through stone grown from the World Tree's bark. He skidded, twisted, caught himself.
Bellion was already there.
Relentless.
Arthur rolled under another strike, then with Speed Step pushed up into a sprint, shadow flashing beneath him.
"No time for tricks," he muttered.
He dropped his hand.
The shadows withdrew.
Arthur surged forward barehanded.
And Bellion understood.
He discarded his sword, breaking apart into shards of light that vanished as Bellion stepped in, wings folding tight to his back. He raised his fists.
The air changed.
The divine general and the shadow monarch, no weapons. No distance.
Just them.
Bellion threw the first punch.
It came like a thunderbolt.
Arthur barely shifted, the strike grazing his cheek instead of smashing through it but that was enough to snap his head sideways. Pain flared. A thin line of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth.
Bellion didn't slow.
A second punch.
Arthur blocked with his forearm.
A knee Arthur raised his leg, stopping it inches from his body.
Bellion twisted mid-motion and drove his elbow down.
Arthur took it on his shoulder, boots grinding through the ground.
The sheer physicality of it… was brutal.
Bellion's next swing connected.
His fist slammed into Arthur's jaw.
The impact cracked the air.
Arthur's head snapped back, body lifting off the ground for a fraction of a second before he landed hard, skidding back across shattered bark and stone.
For a heartbeat, Bellion stood tall, breath steady, eyes never leaving him.
Then Arthur wiped the blood from his lip.
Rolled his neck once.
And charged.
He didn't dodge.
He met Bellion head-on.
They collided like two titans fists, elbows, knees, raw impact and precision. Arthur hammered his knuckles into Bellion's ribs. Bellion answered with a crushing backhand. Arthur ducked low, drove his shoulder into Bellion's chest, forcing him back a step.
Only a step.
"Your body… has adapted beyond expectation," Bellion said, voice steady even as he traded blows.
Arthur smirked.
"Not enough it seems."
Bellion swung again.
Arthur slipped inside it.
And moved.
He pivoted, grabbing Bellion's shoulder, using his momentum instead of fighting it and then his leg snapped upward.
A brutal arc of motion. Perfect and savage.
His heel connected with Bellion's neck.
The shockwave cracked the ground beneath them.
Bellion flew.
His massive form was hurled backward, crashing into a colossal branch of the World Tree, the impact splintering divine bark and sending fragments raining through the golden haze.
The entire battlefield trembled.
Arthur stood still, chest rising, breath slow and controlled again. Blood ran down his jaw, but his eyes…
Violet, bright and more alive than ever.
He rolled his wrist once, eyes locked on the figure buried in the broken branch.
"…Come on," he said quietly.
"Don't tell me that took you out."
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