Besting Demons

KAPOW!

A hard punch was sent to a nearby demon sending it backwards all tumbling and rolling. Coral eyes darted from one demon to another as they approached it's owner in circles. There was brewing tension as every demon onlooker took keen interest on the warrior that fought their own kind. Ravens hovering around this scene made it more tense and epic as they watched a solo man best five of the same gender.

Without warning, four white-skinned creatures darted towards Elvin one after the other. Their forks all pistoled towards him.

SWOOSH!

SWOOSH!!

Two demons attacked from both sides of the Asirald. Elvin bent over hence he was able to evade their attack. He could see a piece of his hair being severed in slow motion at the slash of those forks. Zound! That was a sharp cut. He sent punches to those demons immediately he evaded their attack. Sending them a few steps backwards.

Returning back to his standing position, he sent his stares behind his shoulder as he noticed another demon planning to strike him from behind.

SWOOSH!!!

The demon missed him as he had  backflipped right above the demon. Elvin sent a hand to the demon's head in mid air tightly grabbing the Demon's green hair and pulling it with him as he landed on the floor.

CRACK!

That came from the head of the demon that made contact with the concrete floor. The head of this Demon was split open, revealing brain matters and Blood that oozed out of it. Who knew this white skinned creatures could actually bleed?

One down Elvin mused, kicking up the sharp fork of the dead demon. His eyes were fixed on the final demon that approached him. He swirled the weapon within his hold likewise advancing towards the demon.

CLANG!!

CLANG!!

Sharp metal weapons grazed against each other as their wielders sent blitz to each other. On and on this two combatants exchanged blows of forks. One thing Elvin noticed was the fact that they were better in attacks than defence. He was sure he had received lots of strikes than the other. However, if he sent a blow to the demon, their guards all crumble as they aren't defensive but offensive.

After a few more exchange of blitz, Elvin decided that it was time to land a heavy blow. He stabbed his fork on the floor and sent two heavy air kick at the demon. Although the white skinned creature was able to block it, but it was sent few metres backward. Crashing into the onlooking crowd.

Silver eyes gleamed with astonishment as it beheld the prowess of this Asirald in their mist. Arzog was indeed marveled at the asirald's skills and agility. He watched the Asirald take on the last three of his demon warriors. But he wasn't done yet, he wanted to see more of the youth's ability and he was going to spice things up. He turned towards a demon warrior beside him and ordered.

"Send me one elite Demon and also inform my household of my return"

"Yes my King." The warrior responded with a bow and left.

Shifting his gaze back to the agon before him, Arzog smiled.

Meanwhile...

Neath the halo of a golden lamp. Green eyes blinked severally while trying to adjust their pupils from the blurriness clouding them. Through his eyes, Jamar viewed blurry gloomy scenes of combat before him. His ears welcomed with the sound of irons clashing against irons. Thuds and stomps couldn't be missed.

Where was he? Jamar subconsciously asked himself. He tried to move his body or even scream, but it seemed like his body wasn't his own. Rather he felt like there was another body serving as a burden on him... But who was it?

Jamar felt strands of hair tickle his nose just when gentle currents came by. His nostril were tortured by this hair, sending tickling sensations to his brain for him to sneeze but he couldn't. Fortunately, it all came to a halt.

*Sting*

Jamar groaned internally at the pain that  erupted from his rear head.The wack he received had really done enough damage to him in addition to his divinity loss body. He blinked for a few more times hoping his sight would become clearer, but it didn't. Rather, it was asif his eyelids were becoming heavy due to the continous blinking.

After a few more attempts, he had finally given up on opening his eyes. He just stayed there, his auditory organ picking up different sounds. Gentle breeze brushed his face and his body while he kept on listening to his environment. At a point, jamar's brain became fed up with processing audios... It was time to zone off again.

Just as he was some seconds to phasing out, a loud shriek from an aves creature rang in his ear, and that was the last thing he heard before phasing out...

Elvin evade three slashes from three sharp forks before sending a round house kick to the last demon. He backflipped twice and landed on a safe region. Three down... Two to go.

Or maybe not? He deduced as he watched the last demon he striked get back on its feets.

ARRRGHHH!!

Loud growls erupted from this arena as those demons flared; delving towards the Asirald at immense speed. The elven Asirald on the other hand, took a few steps backwards in preparation for their attack. Elvin clenched his fist in utmost rage. Those demon had begin to approach him sending slashes of attack.

Elvin skillfully dodged the first slash then with a round floor sweep; the first demon was sent to the floor. He Immediately plunged his fork into the chest of the demon before taking a few steps to avoid the second slash that came his way.

Although Elvin was out of weapon, he still managed to defeat those two remaining demons without the use of his divine weapon. After he was done maiming the last demon, He straightened himself, admiring the work of his feats.

He sent glares to the crowd before him. His coral eyes landed on a pair of silver eyes which gleamed in awe. What was he suprised of?

After this gruesome agon, Dead bodies of those demons where feasted upon by the large black raven that hovered above this castle. Large beaks were seen ripping out the skins of those dead white creatures, gulping them in at every piece with blood dripping like raindrops. As funny as it was, nobody borthered to intervene about this grueling event of devouring rather they all had their eyes on the victorious warrior.

With slow unhurried steps, Elvin walked towards the corner where he had dropped his fellow warriors. The asirald lifted up both of them with ease and decided to head out of the kingdom since he felt like he was needed there.

Silence had enveloped this arena with the boot sound of a warrior's unhurried steps heading for the kingdom's gate. Just when the warrior was about to take another gallant step, a figure with double edged fork landed before him. With the intention of obstructing the gate.

The steps of the Asirald came to a halt. Ready for another battle The youth thought within himself. A strong current came by sending outfits into a cacophony of swirling and waving to it's direction.

With his fellow warriors on his body, Coral eyes narrowed. Anger and frustration visible on every rod in his eyes. Brows furrowed as it's owner turned back to the crowd behind him. Having recollected that position, those coral eyes took no time in spotting out it's target.

Elvin hot gaze where sent to the white haired man who stood graciously, exuding majestic auras. The royalty seemed unaffected by the warriors gaze. Rather it brightened with interest, awaiting the next fight. He indeed wanted to see more of this warriors capabilities.

With just mere looking, Elvin had fanthomed the intention of the royal demon. He wanted him to feud with the warrior behind him. And with telling, that demon was sure to be an elite and stronger demon; with it's build.

A smirk graced the warriors lips as he shifted his attention to the demon behind him. He was going to them his true self if that was what they wanted. With humane steps, Elvin dropped his fellow warriors in their previous position and returned back to the scene.

Gently shutting his coral eyes, he breathed in the dusty stench of this kingdom. Allowing it to flow through him even though he wasn't okay with it. Chest reduced as he exhales, releasing coral divinity which forms a divine weapon... Glaive.

With affable steps of valor, both warriors approached themselves; ready to exchange blows...

THE ABYSSAL TIDES