Alioth smiled to himself. He was going to take advantage of his enemy's confidence, it was an advantage he couldn't waste.
It wasn't the first time he'd seen it. He still remembered the arrogance of certain people from his old world.
He was a baseball player, and while he belonged to a simple youth league, he always took it very seriously.
Many times he had seen how certain players looked at him with disdain, or acted with overconfidence.
He always took advantage of that.
For example, once a pitcher seemed extremely confident in his throwing strength, he had already struck out a few batters from his team, and his ego was incredibly inflated.
Alioth hadn't wasted that situation. He acted clumsy and uncertain, missing the first two balls pathetically.
That made the pitcher gain confidence, underestimating Alioth more than he should.
That's why his last throw was weaker, much simpler, almost a gift.
Alioth didn't waste that moment, hitting the ball with all his strength and making one of the best home runs of his life.
He could still remember how good the pizza he had with his father after that game tasted, he had managed to lead his team to victory in a game that seemed impossible.
He still remembered the pride he felt, how happy it made him that his father was proud of him.
'Though then I threw it all away... No Alioth, focus, you can't get overconfident either.'
The boy told himself, escaping from that bittersweet memory.
The boy knew that an enemy's confidence could be a good weapon, but it became double-edged if he wasted time.
"Alright, here we go," he said, extending his hand.
Now it was different from his fight against Eirian, he had more time to think and prepare.
The boy watched as four bronze-colored spheres of light slowly approached his hand. They had slightly different tones and sizes, they were earth spirits, some darker than others.
Alioth knew that they had surely suffered terrible experiments carried out by that priest.
It was ironic that the man who proclaimed to fight against heresy was committing acts that would surely horrify the holy ministry.
Alioth had no proof, but he also didn't doubt that laboratory broke many sacred laws.
"Well, what name could I use," Alioth commented quietly, as he heard the branches of Ished beginning to grow behind him.
Those were earth spirits, so he had to use a legend that was connected to that element.
The first thing that came to mind was [Golem]. However, Alioth had some doubts about it.
The first was that golems existed in that world, so maybe it wouldn't work.
The second reason was because that was the name of an entity and not a weapon.
Perhaps that would make its application permanent and he didn't want to risk that.
That's when another idea occurred to him.
"I've got it... [Emet]," Alioth pronounced, as he closed his hand around the earth spirits.
His palm closed around them, and they began to merge with each other, forming a single independent earth spirit.
Alioth opened his hand and saw how a bright bronze-colored sphere slowly fell to the ground, passing through the earth.
Suddenly, hundreds of bronze-colored lights began pulsing inside the ground, shooting toward [Emet] as if they were being swallowed by a black hole.
In one legend, the one who built the golem wrote the word [Emet] on its chest to give it life.
Inspired by that idea, Alioth decided to do the same, naming the spirits with the same name.
The result was that they merged into a core, and entered the earth to absorb more spirits and become larger.
"Ohhh, fascinating. You managed to make those spirits merge with each other and evolve into a big spirit," the priest said, who seemed strangely interested in Alioth's feat.
The boy didn't respond. He simply waited for [Emet] to act.
At that moment the earth groaned. The floor cracked slowly until finally a hand broke through the ground, and then another, to finally give way to an enormous body of rock and earth.
It was a huge creature, that could barely fit in the room.
It had a rocky body, a hunched back from which small stone pillars protruded.
On its face were embedded six red gems, surely its eyes.
On its chest, a name was engraved in strange runes, surely [Emet].
"I see, for your age, I suppose it's impressive that you can create spirits so easily," the old man said, as he stroked his beard.
It was true, naturally spirits took a long time to acquire consciousness, and even longer to evolve.
For a spirit to evolve to [large] rank was impressive.
"However, I hope you don't think you're going to be able to defeat me with that simple trick," the man commented.
It was true, a large spirit didn't compare to a Great Spirit.
And it still had a ways to go to be considered a superior spirit, the minimum requirement to be able to harm a high-caliber priest.
However, Alioth wasn't looking to win a fight, he was just looking to buy time.
"Are you sure? Let's see if your words match your actions," Alioth said with an arrogant smile.
This was another strategy in his psychological battle.
An arrogant person can't stand someone equally arrogant, especially if they consider them inferior.
If you use that to your advantage, you can make an arrogant opponent lose their cool and gain an advantage.
And apparently, that provocation worked perfectly.
"Damn bastard, an abomination without Ka like you dares to doubt my word? You're going to regret not having appreciated my mercy," the priest growled, almost in a shriek, as his face contorted into a horrible grimace.
Without wasting time [Emet] accelerated its arm toward the priest's face.
"Heh, idiot, that won't work [stay still]," the priest ordered.
Alioth swallowed hard, it was true, someone very skilled with heka could even give orders to spirits.
It wasn't the best plan to use them to attack.
However, a sound of crunching bones suddenly echoed.
The priest had taken the hit full on, and had been sent flying to the opposite side of the laboratory.
Alioth was incredulous.
He had managed to land a hit.