Syal

More and more obscure times fall on a place known as district 42. Poverty can be seen everywhere you go. Misery resides in the lives of every citizen. A thin line is about to be crossed. The final battle will soon begin. On the one hand, those who value tradition, order; On the other, those who cry out for freedom. Everyone knows, although no one claims ... but the district flag will soon burn. However, in an event perhaps headed by fate, a soldier wakes up. A man transported from another world, plunging into all the Chaos spread over that place. Perhaps, the only man capable of extinguishing the flames of that cruel war.

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District 42

Flames started to accumulate under Tein's feet, melting the asphalt at an incredible speed and suddenly making the environment get even hotter.

A drop of sweat ran down Ivar's cheek. He didn't bother to take a fight position. The Aesir was feeling that his enemy was far stronger than before, but he made sure to keep his mind calm and act as he always did. Confidence never left his eyes.

The only thing he did to prepare for the impact was to bent his knees slightly, making a solid base to endure it.

The drop of sweat left a cold strain on his face and stayed for some seconds on the edge of his chin. Then, if feel.

Right after, both warriors stomped the ground and covered the distance between each other at such a speed that no ordinary human could follow. The only noticeable thing was the sound of their weapons clashing, but their exchanges were so sharp and fast, that their movements were slightly ahead of the sound.

Proof of fire part 2