Chapter 68 Flid

And without a second to spare, the Immortals leapt at Set. They all simultaniously attacked his injured body without remorse, even looking a bit cheerful.

Although his body was getting attacked from every angle, Set didn't release a single pained groan, or even flinch, he would even try to hit an Immortal if given the chance to attack.

This battle can't even be called a battle, it was a beatdown. Atleast forty Immortals are in the area, even though not all of them are attacking, against a heavily injured man, two is overkill.

This scene continued for a while, Set getting beat down by the grinning Immortals. Blood and sweat poured down on Set's body, yet the fire in his eyes refused to dim.

After having been sent into another building, Set immediately pulled his bloody self out of the rubble and got ready to fight again.

He silently stared at his right arm that's still encased in metal. Although the metal is still clinging into his arm, it has a few dents and scratches on it.

Set's mind ran before it came up for the reason the metal is damaged. He then focused his attention on the Lucile that covered the Immortals' fists and weapons.

Set let out a deep breath as he entered his stance once more. Even though his body is bleeding all over the place, the burning light in his eyes says it all.

As Set's pink, messy, braided hair flowed with the wind, the Immortals watched Set enter his stance.

Although they were smiling brightly before, their smiles slowly began to crumble. A nervous sweat dripped down their cheeks as they thought.

"Is he... is he serious?!"

"We gave him enough beating, didn't we?!"

"And he doesn't even look to be backing down?!"

"At this rate, we'll either kill him, or the blood lost will get him!"

"Screw it! I'm going in for the kill!"

Even though he is seriously injured, Set's unwillingness to back down unnerved the relatively unharmed Immortals.

Just then, Set raised a curious eyebrow as a muscular hand landed gently on one of the Immortals' shoulder.

Feeling the weight of the hand on her shoulder, the Immortal immediately sent an elbow strike covered in Lucile behind her.

Even though the elbow was going at full force, an ordinary, muscular hand casually stopped it. The Lucile covering it simply vanished upon coming into contact with the hand.

Seeing her attack fail, the Immortal pulled her elbow away and turned around. She saw a grey-haired man, looking somewhere in his thirties, standing nonchalantly behind her.

"Now, now..." The man spoke in a gentle manner.

"I know you girls are playing, but can you please differenciate the ones your playing against?" The man continued.

The Immortals all then shouted simutaniously. "Pops?! What are you doing here?!"

While the Immortals has their attention towards the man they call 'Pops', they also had their backs turned at Set, who instead of taking advantage of the situation, just watched silently as his body continued to bleed.

The man combed his grey beard as he replied. "Does a parent need a reason to see their daughters?"

"That's not what we meant, old man!!" The Immortals screamed at the man.

The man cracked a smile as he continued. "Harsh. I take it you girls are going through your 'rebellious phase'."

"Like hell!"

"Definitely going through your rebelious phase." The man chuckled.

He then reformed his casual demenour as he said. "Well, whatever. As for the reason why I'm here..."

"Is because I was in town when those two massive explosions occured. Then, I heard some interesting information."

"That the Sillouettes are here, and more importantly, one of your lost sisters, Celine, is with them."

The man then glared down at Set's depressing state as he continued. "I seem to have gotten lost... and made my way here."

An Immortal walked over to the man and said. "If your looking for the one named Celine, she is somewhere over there." The Immortal pointed at a direction.

The man swung his head side to side, lowered his body, and entered his stance as he continued. "I would like to have a chat with Celine, but as a proud father, I cannot pass up the chance to fight the ones who took her from us."

Set saw the man focusing his attention towards him, causing him to face him. The two men then emmited their fighting aura.

Set's roaring spirit, seemed to be only a small flicker of light in the middle of the man's still and calm aura.

An Immortal jumped in front of the man as she yelled. "Woah, Pops! This fight is ours, go somewhere else..." The Immortal's voice slowly wavered nearing the end of her sentence.

The man quickly observed the Immortal infront of him. He saw that the Immortal is relatively unharmed apart from a few light scratches, but his eyes focused on the nervous sweat dripping down the Immortal's cheek.

The let out a gentle smile towards the Immortal as he replied loud enough for everyone to hear. "It's a parent's duty to protect their children. Both physically and mentally..."

"I'll teach you girls how to deal with people like him later. For now, go somewhere else to play while I interrogate this gentleman about Celine."

Hearing the man's statement, although the Immortals wanted to complain, they couldn't. Something within them stops them from doing so.

As the Immortals slowly moved away, some Immortals intentionally walked infront of Set, putting their unguarded backs towards him as if saying. "Hit me!"

Once one did it, everyone did it. Although the Immortals were walking directly infront of Set, even ripping the back of their clothes to reveal their bare backs at him. Set didn't move a muscle.

Seeing their subtle moves getting ignored, the Immortals resorted to taunts and insults.

"Come on, now. See there nothing on my back, you can hit me~!"

"Come on, Big boy. Don't worry about Pops over there. We can take you down before he can get here to stop us~!"

"Come on! Not going to try and get revenge?!"

Amidst all their taunts and insults, Set remained silent in his stance, almost like he was a statue.

Seeing Set's unwillingness to go along with them, the Immortal puffed their cheeks like children as they said. "No fun!"

As the young female Immortals slowly left the scene, the man known as the Patriach of the Immortals, casually observed Set's bronze-skinned body without leaving his stance.

He looked at his scars, his fresh bleeding wounds, the massive burn scar on the right side of his body, and finally on his right arm that was encassed in metal.

"Do you girls have the keys for him?" The man asked the Immortal leaving the scene.

After a few seconds, an Immortal came back with keys in hand, she then said. "Here, Pops! Hmph! We were going to play 'carrot on a stick' with him..."

As the last female Immortal left the scene, the Patriarch placed the hand holding the keys onto his chest as he bowed politely. "My name is Flid."

Set then replied. "Set."

"Very well, Set. Here..." Flid then threw the keys towards Set, landing on the ground just at his feet.

Set didn't even bother looking down, and continued to stand on his stance as he said. "I appriciate the gesture, but I don't need my other arm to defeat you."

Upon hearing Set's reply, Flid let out a long sigh as he ran his hand through his hair before he scratched it.

He then spoke in an exausted voice. "It might be due to my age, but I seem to have forgotten that, you, the Sols in general, cover yourself in the bronze armor of Pride."

After saying that, Fild disappeared from the spot he stood on. Set instinctively raised his right arm to guard.

A moment later, the loud screaching of metal filled the place. The metal on Set's arm fell to the ground next to Flid, who was in his original spot.

Set looked down on his newly freed right arm, he gripped his fingers together to form a fist as he streched his entire arm.

Set's right arm looks normal on his body. The bronze skin color, a few healed scars, and a few not healed wounds. But, if someone looks at Set's arm and the rest of his body, they would say something is wrong.

The reason for this is because the burn mark on the right side of his body, does not extend to his arm. Like his right arm was covered in something while the fire burned the rest of his body.

Flid also saw this and came to the same conclusion. But he threw that thought away as he said. "Give me your best shot, Set." Flid then lowered his stance with his arms spread apart, like he is about to catch something.

Set didn't reply verbally, but instead lowered his stance, pulled his right arm backwards with his left as support.

He then shouted. "IGNITE!!!"

As he yelled, a tattoo-like pattern appeared on his right arm before it was ignited into flames. The fire on his right arm slowly grew into a towering spire of flames, reaching for the sky.

The Immortals, who left earlier, couldn't help but turn back as a burning sensation and a bright light emited from the tower of flames.

Somewhere in different places, Chrys, Morgan and Celine looked up at the pillar of flame that Set produced before continuing what they were doing, not sparing it another thought.

As the fire pillar, that rivaled the sun high in the sky, slowly disappeared, Set and Flid remained in the same position.

After another second, Set sent a straight right towards Flid even though their distance is too far for it to reach.

"Crimson Road"

Just as Set's punch was about to reach it's maximum, the flames on his tattooed right fist roared and expanded.

When his right arm was extended fully, the flames formed a gigantic, horizontal sphire of crimson red flames, hurling towards Fild, who stood his ground.

Flid's body leaned backwards and looked like he was about to fall as the crimson sphire of flames made contact with him, burning his clothes.

While his body was being burned to a crisp, Flid couldn't help but smile as he thought to himself. "This feeling, this color, this... warmth, this raw emotion!"

"I have felt this once before... Queen!" As Flid smiled to himself in satisfaction, an image of a woman with a fierce expression formed on his mind.

"But..." Flid then firmly placed his foot down into the ground, preventing him from falling over. He moved both of his arms forward with the back of his hands facing each other.

His arms was then covered in Lucile as he gripped the flames infront of him, and pulled it apart, like curtains on a window. As he did this, he yelled with a joy-filled expression. "NOT ENOUGH!!!"

Flid split the sphire of flames directly down it's center, making the two seperate parts disappear as he stared down Set, who stopped his flames.

Flid's clothes have been burnt off except for the bare minimum, his long pants have been reduced to shorts.

His now exposed body revealed his muscles and the scars on it with only a single burn mark on his chest.

He pointed at it, and said with a smile. "Not even my multiple clashes with King and the others managed to make a single mark on my body. But this one you see... is made by Queen, who I presume you have a connection with?"

"Yes." Set stated while still in his stance, ready to attack anytime.

"Hahahaha! You know, since I'm filled currently filled with nostalgia. Why don't we play a little game?!" Flid roared.

"Judging by how you didn't attack when my daughters exposed their back at you, and your connection with Queen. I presume she taught you not to hit an enemy who has their back towards you and a few other things, yes?"

Set didn't reply, only staring intently at the grinning Flid.

Seeing as Set didn't want to say anything, Flid continued. "Here are the rules, I won't EVER turn my back on you so you can go all out."

"My only request is... don't disappoint me." Flid then formed an extremely intimidating grinning expression.

Set, without a shred of doubt or fear, took a step forward and said. "No."

Flid then replied without removing his scary smile of his face. "Very well, then. I'll play by your rules."