Savior Of Flame Has Fallen

'I hope my power is enough to stop this bomb,' The Flaming Hero muttered within his mind, steering his sight at both of his furnacing hands that started to shiver in anxiousness before he clenched them.

He sharply fixated his glance on the crashed hoverbike emitting the wavering strings across the area of the train station, causing the citizens to raise their volume of petrified screams. Even some of the citizens in the seat such as the old and young couple tightly hug each other and shut their eyes from watching the current reality.

With him hearing the screams and glancing at the frightened citizens, The Flaming Hero furrowed his rigid eyes toward the emitting hoverbike and hovered his blazing feet from the ground. Fiery strings streamed out from both of his arms as Sparror speedily flew closer to the surging hoverbike.

Unfortunately, the thundering explosion was detonated by the hoverbike as The Flaming Hero landed his feet in front of it. Blazing torches unfolded Sparror's gleaming eyes with the explosion starting to spread across the train, hastily fleeing toward the explosion and propelling his right knuckle forward.

"ZURYAH!!!!" The Flaming Hero grunted, thrusting his molten hand and releasing the combusting blast from his knuckle.

The combusting blast immediately mashed itself into the blazing ball construct, latching on to the expanding explosion. He resiliently plunged down his molten fist and soared the gleaming flashes within his eyes, especially when witnessing the explosion on the brink of devouring the high schoolers on the left seat

The latching ball construct expeditiously transcended itself into the enlarged fiery mist that gusted away the explosion, preventing the high schoolers from meeting the close impact. The fiery mist whirled around to both left and right, constraining the surging explosion from furthering its expansion.

Sonorous astonishment and gladness echoed across the whole scenery of the station with the citizens raising their surprised gaze at both the explosion being contained by the gulping construct and Sparror who held his propelled hand beginning to tremble. Regardless, condolences were shown through nodding their head such as the high schoolers who locked their thankful glance at him.

A ramparting pressure from the explosion loomed to The Flaming Hero with him watching his propelling hand slowly crumble, sharpening his embarking glance at the hoverbike once again. Two hasty steps forward were initiated by Sparror as he glanced back at his propelled hand carving cracking lines throughout his arms.

'One thing I learned about this fight is my fist could shatter energy blast into scattering pieces,' Sparror mumbled within his mind, stomping his left foot on the ground and casting out the fiery wave beneath it.

Sparror cleared his contorted throat and gazed at the imploding hoverbike before he uttered, 'If so, let's try this method on that explosion,'

The Flaming Hero leaped off from the ground with him firing rocketing flame beneath his left foot, lifting his blazing knuckle upward and shimmering yellow flashes within his gleaming eyes. His other armored fist engulfed the crimson furnace on its knuckle as he drove it down at the restraining explosion.

"ZURYAH!!!" The Flaming Hero blurted out an echoing grunt, pounding the bubbly surface of the blood-red containment.

A detonating reaction began to resurface through the whole inside of the train with containment embarked the blood-red flashes. The flashes went brighter like a radiant moonlight the longer Sparror's fist pounded it, phasing through his knuckle into the fiery containment.

The electrocuting strings from the hoverbike's head broke free from its clutches and chained the molten knuckle of The Flaming Hero, halting a chance of the knuckle touching the surface of the hoverbike. Stinging electrocution surged out into Sparror's limbs as he felt his limbs tremoring as if he was standing on the earthquake, causing some of the citizens to scream out a worried groan.

'I can do this, I can do this….I can do this…I can…do this,' Sparror assured, refilling the confidence within his beating heart as his fist went closer to touching the surging surface of the hoverbike.

Folding scorches patched on both of his gleaming eyes like a blindfold and rigidly pushed down his sight at the hoverbike, I can do….I can…do…I CAN DO THIS!!!"

"Drayah!!" Sparror grunted once again, enclosing his trembling molten fist with a whirling crimson twister.

The crimson twister reshaped into an incited dragon-headed construct freed its hungry jaw and stretched down its elastic body toward the discharging surface of the hoverbike. The stretching dragon pulled Sparror's hand closer to the hoverbike, creating an enlarged concussive blow.

The concussive blow swiftly incinerated all of the bolting strings and traces of the explosion faster than the blink of an eye, bouncing Sparror away with a sudden bloom of shockwave. He swiftly whirled his molten knuckle down and shrouded his entire body with crimson cloth, creating a swift landing in a duck position.

Citizens who blocked their views with their arms retrieved them back and unendurably dropped an astounding jaw especially when they caught the glimpse of the hoverbike's remains. Remains none other than splattering black ashes and metal pieces of scattered on the ground.

"We are safe!!" The woman who wore a red suit and took the seat on the right startled, "We are safe!!"

"Sparror did it, he diffused the bomb with ease," An old man wearing a black t-shirt and occupying the seat at the back shouted in uncontrollable gratefulness shaking his lips.

With the citizens drowned or frozen in glimmering gladness, The Flaming Hero calmly bowed down his neck and blissfully let out a contorting chuckle for brief seconds. He quickly got up his feet into a steady standing position, raising the gaze of gaiety toward every citizen on the seats.

However, the moment or chance of absorbing the grateful atmosphere faded out with Sparror eyes took notice of tiny strings of electricities popped up on the spot of the explosion. The strings instantly lengthened themselves into the bronze electrical wave, convincing The Flaming Hero to disperse and respawned in front of the electrical wave.

The effort of preventing the wave didn't go smoothly as it hit Sparror and bound his entire body with the electrical strings, forcing him to let out a contorted shriek. He glanced down at the constricting strings and channeled the crimson scorching lights throughout his armored limbs.

"Krah!!" Sparror grunted, breaking free from the shackle of the strings with him forcibly lifting his scorching hand up.

A constantly exhausted breath was exhaled from The Flaming Hero's lung after enduring the sudden ambush by the electrical strings, beginning to hear a worried from citizens nearby. He cleared his throat and swiftly uplifted his sight, tossing aside the tiresome mood and calling forth the cautiousness with him painting his eye with a blunt furrow.

An abrupt surprise took shape within Sparror with noticing the swarming fiery cloths dimmed out in a split second, causing a bemused frown to appear within his eyes. Another unwanted thing fell upon The Flaming Hero when his sharp hearing caught the noise of a fleeing bolt approaching him, forcing him to turn around.

Sadly, the watchful alert mood of The Flaming Hero was beaten by the fleeing bolt as it rammed through his body, trembling him into the floor. The despairful screams from the citizens echoed across the room of the station with them helplessly watching their savior fall and stammering.

"How is this happening?" A man with a brown jacket murmured with utter confusion, locking his sight on the right.

"We didn't even see the man who shoot him!!" The young man with messy hair mumbled in franticness.

The shooter of the recent bolt finally revealed himself to be Granlork who calmly walked forward from the driver's room, holding his baton below his left cheek. The discharging strings covering The Hunter's legs and the tip of his baton vaporized without leaving any traces left.

Granlork surveyed all of his armored limbs and breathed out a bitter sigh from his throat, shaking his head. Afterward, The Hunter lifted his neck upward at his prey who tried to get up his stomach, luring him to take hurried steps forward and plunge his baton forward for commencing the next action.

'My electrical power already reached it's limit right?' Granlork remarked within his mind, clenching his grip on the baton and resuming his remark, 'Quite sad and gladful too because Sparror already received the surprise, the temporal power deflect.'

'I'm going to enjoy this good beating' Granlork added, halting his heading steps with The Flaming Hero already regained a standing position.

Both The Hunter and The Flaming Hero traded their locking stare with each other, replenishing the mood of resuming the battle. Nevertheless, the first move was initiated by Sparror with him thrusting his armored fist forward and screaming out the contorted, yet glorious growl across the room.

The Hunter concisely captured his prey's fist with an emancipative palm being hoisted, blowing out the gushing wind. A momentum fell down into Granlork's grasp as he twisted his prey's arm with ease, soaring the out loud sound breaking bone alongside Sparror unnervingly shrieked.

Granlork hastily slammed his baton onto the back of Flaming Hero's neck when he bent down his head, trembling down onto the ground and unshackling the grip of his prey's hand. Echoing screams from the shocked citizens echoed through The Hunter's sharpened hearing, upholding the ignorance with him fixated his enthralled sight at Sparror who tried to get up his hefty back.

"Still can stand up even though your power is already gone, Demon Lord?" Granlork asked sarcastically, revolving his baton and preparing it into the above lunging position at The Flaming Hero crawling up.

Granlork groaned in bitter annoyance and yelled, "Of course, you can!! You did this just to prove you are the true hero to your believer!! The savior who in reality will just sacrifice them just for the sake of your demon mistress!"

"Quite baffles me!" The Hunter muttered, heading his steps to the left of his prey.

Most of the citizens raised their perturbed frowns and even shivered their lips the longer they tremblingly fixated their eyes at the beat up. A short hair woman was the only exception exposing her perturbed frown especially with her unveiling a disheartening glance precisely at The Flaming Hero.

While Sparror nodded his head and painted a despondent look toward the floor, holding his staggering fist altogether. Luckily, the blazing encouragement kindled within him as The Flaming Hero wiped away the despondency and upcoming sorrow by lifting his hefty neck, sluggishly emitting the molten flashes within his armored chest.

'I just need more time to refill my power once again?' Sparror mumbled through his mind and continued, 'It's gladful that my regeneration able to counter the effect of his disabler trick.'

'I'm aware it's slow, but it's enough for me,' Sparror added.

An attempt to get up for Sparror met its failure with Granlork pounded his back with the baton, slamming him to the floor again. The Hunter harshly landed a stomp onto the armored spine of Sparror, announcing the vibrating noise of broken bones and howling a stammering screech of agony through the whole room.

Afterward, The Hunter retrieved his stomping foot from Sparror and rolled his neck when witnessing his prey made another attempt to lift up his crumbling body. Granlork sprinted to the left and took steps forward as he collectedly watched The Flaming Hero already getting up his trembling feet in a kneeling position.

The Hunter witnessed a confident glare shine through the gleaming eyes of Sparror as he managed to lift his hefty back. Regardless, The Flaming Hero obtained a tremoring standing position once again and assuredly elevated his other clenching fist, ready to land another punch in this heat of desperation.

"One….thing…I like…when I lost power…I can talk normally," Sparror heavily admitted with a sarcastic tone and proceeded to resume the flow of the conversation, "Gran…Granlork!!"

Granlork chuckled and replied, "Go ahead talk all of you want."

"It will not save you because I'll make sure you died in here and let your demonic people fall into despair before I killed them too," Granlork uttered with a bleak tone, slowly taking a step forward.

"I wanted…to…say…this, I…learn an…important lesson that I should…realize earlier," Sparror admitted and released a constant cough with him feeling his throat being dried up before he resumed his statement, "A very…important lesson…"

"Which is…Sparror's power didn't make me a…hero," Sparror professed happily, exhaling another round of cough and uttering, "Instead….it's myself. I-I-I-I….I am…the one who makes myself a…hero."

"What does it mean, Demon Lord?" Granlork asked, exhaling a bemused gasp from his throat.

Sparror chortled, "It means if…I lost my power….I can still fight you. Even all of the bones are broken….I will get…up!!"

In heating desperation, The Flaming Hero shouted a contorted growl as he plunged his other fist toward the calmed Granlork. The Hunter swagged his baton and plummeted Sparror's in an instant, soaring another noise of breaking bones with his prey became paralyzed alongside howling an agonizing screech.

Granlork revolved his baton after landing the clean jab on The Flaming Hero's arm before swinging it again. The baton jabbed Sparror on the left cheek and jounced him with its shocking blow, landing his body on the floor and vomiting a small gulp of blood.

Drumming cries of devastation were shouted by the majority of the citizens after watching the frightening view of their savior. They even either shut their eyes and folded their mouth with their shivering hands as The Hunter rushedly took steps forward at Sparror who rolled around his body.

One citizen who didn't succumb to fear other than the short hair girl bleakly crossing her hands, the schoolboy, Ayato bit his frustrated lips toward Granlork who stood in front of his savior and hoisted the baton. The girl, Haruna who tightened her hug slowly raise her head and widened her flustered look toward the schoolboy.

"Now with both of your hands broken, you still wanted to continue?" Granlork asked resiliently, tapping his palm with the tip of the baton.

Sparror happily chortled and said with an exhausted tone, "Yes…of course, Granlork. Beside…I'm not in the act…like you."

"I would not let you have my head…because I indeed believe I can beat…you in this battle," The Flaming Hero released another reminder with a spiteful tone, coughing a tiny gulp of blood.

"Also….I began to notice your power is out…too," Sparror murmured with slight enjoyment sparked within his struggling voice, "That's why your….only…solution is beating…me to death, right?"

Granlork groaned and said, "For a person on the brink of death, you talked too much,"

The Hunter rolled his head to the left and rushedly plummeted the baton onto Sparror's face, splattering a sprinkle of blood on the floor. The beating from the baton was not over yet as Granlork pounded The Flaming Hero's again with his baton and drops of blood sprinkled out.

Furthermore, Granlork swiftly repeated the plummeting baton toward The Flaming Hero's face and more drops of blood from his prey spilled out. Either the noise of blood dripping or the smashing baton, the citizens couldn't endure the view of horror with them folding their views and sobbing in shaking regrets.

The beating of The Blazing Savior still continued with Granlork speeding up the pounding baton on hitting his prey's cheek, forcing him to drip out more blood in his mouth. Eventually, the beating met its uninvited pause when The Hunter was on the brink of plunging down his baton onto Sparror's face, he felt an object thrown on his back.

The Hunter halted the baton closely enough on land Sparror's face filled with only blood and bruises all over it. A lingering curiosity commanded Granlork to steer his glance onto the back and gusted out a surprised gasp at the person that made him lower his baton, a person who embarked his brave heart to stand up in the occurring dreadful view.

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