Dubs immediately beckoned to Alt, who had spread himself across the minds of 3 different people.
"Alt! Give me the status on this man!"
"Got it, Dubs!
Strength: 33
Agility: 29
Health: 230/230
Air Magic: 65% Control,
Earth Magic: 30% Control
Mana: 950"
"Ah shit."
This man was far beyond a level that Dubs could hope to take on and defeat.
"What will you do, Dubs? Will you run, or will you fight and most likely die here?", Alt asked.
"If I run, all my effort to save the lives of my comrades will have been wasted. They will lose their respect for me as a leader, and even if they do not, there is a good chance they will be killed if I don't fight with honor."
"It seems this is the place where I die. Alt, let the ones you are currently controlling know that I am handing over the baton to destroy the discrimination in this world to them."
Alt laughed.
"Are you going to kill yourself off so easily, Dubs? Pathetic. Hehehe... well, its not like you have much of a choice in this situation. We had a good run while it lasted... it sure didn't last long though."
Dubs prepared himself to fight and formed a dark covering around himself.
"I want to try something new before I go though..."
Dubs gathered a large amount of fire particles in one hand, and a small amount of water particles.
He combined the two, and with a vigorous combustion steam and bits of heat spewed away from the mass.
Opening his palms, a mass of lava remained.
Dubs Gathered up some silver earth particles, and infused them into the lava, molding the piece into the shape of a sword.
He then gathered another mass of water to cool it, and the metal sword formed.
"And now for the final touch..."
The Lieutenant had been watching Dubs out of curiosity to see what he would do.
"Its not like he can defeat me either way. I might as well watch his little party trick..."
Dubs then gathered some particles of lightning, a mix of air and light particles, and shocked the metal sword.
"This guy is insane.... he handles lava with his bare hands, and even wields a sword charged with lightning!? Does he have no fear of being harmed by these things?"
Dubs had no fear, for two reasons.
His resistance of magic prevented him from being harmed from anything made from magic particles.
Secondly, he had already forfeited his life. Even if his hands were somehow scorched, and his body rendered useless, the only thing that would change would be the order of events.
"And now..."
Dubs swung the sword, lunging at the Lieutenant, trying to graze his armor. The Lieutenant dodged with ease, however he made sure to steer clear of the sword.
"With metal armor on, that thing would fry me... I wouldn't die, but it would certainly be a pain..."
The Lieutenant gathered a large amount of air energy, and with a single blast, aimed for the hands of Dubs, blowing the sword away.
"Now that weve taken care of that..."
The Lieutenant looked at Dubs hands, which had been directly hit by his wind spell.
"..."
"They are uninjured..."
"My wind spell can produce hurricane force winds... how could his hands be completely unscathed??"
Dubs rolled his eyes.
"Ah.... ah.... I didn't think that would work, but now all my effort to create that sword has gone to waste..."
The Lieutenant was angered at Dubs casual tone.
"Are you mocking me!? I will show you my strength..."
The Lieutenant lunged at Dubs with a speed faster than Dubs could dodge, even with Dark energy reinforcing his legs.
The sword of the Lieutenant pierced the stomach of Dubs, and blood came gushing out.
Dubs began to cough up blood, but he looked down at the Lieutenant happily.
"I might not be able to beat you..."
Dubs grabbed the hilt of the sword with his hands, holding it in place."
"But I might be able to take you down with me."
Dubs Health: 25/200
Dubs mana: 650/700