Chapter 154: Jester, Queen, and King

As the light came back, the group would be left speechless, with Harvard taking a deep breath and gave a stern, hellbent look towards Malak, his puffy hair finally coming back. The Knight, now The King, continued with his words. "You wanna know something? This is also going to be my only time I will praise you runts, so listen well: You were right! I was an idiot! I was a blind, moronic imbecile who couldn't know his rights from his lefts! If I have known how versatile magic was, I would've mastered it ASAP. Without Magic, I would've been left in the earth, worms being dug in my skin, already decomposing and disappearing into gravel by next week. Without Magic, I wouldn't have killed that harlot and her merry men with extreme ease! Without Magic, I'm basically saying I wouldn't be here. And I have you four to thank for that! Had we not got that little competition, I could've missed out on such wonderous feats that led me to be KING of all things!!" He'd cackle loudly, basking in his glory and wonder, before he would calm himself and stare directly at the boy. His energy was being visible, his blade gleaming with the light. He'd give a wide grin as he continued his words. "I can tell by your face you want another challenge. I'll grant you this entertainment as a reward for showing me the light. C'mon.....Face me like an actual man.."

Harvard would waste no time, rushing forward and casting a spell to create Lemegeton, as well as load it up with a monster through Fusion, Inti, to blast at the man, shooting literal stars as bullets, as well as shaping the gun to be akin to Stolas' Sagittarius Constellation. The boys would be quick on helping out, but the actors that performed such a play would body block them, coming in waves to ensure such a fight was a one versus one. The boys would be forced to push back, allowing Manipura and Pria to start dealing with the incoming wave, letting them deliver their strikes in punches, kicks, and palm strikes to stun, cripple, or even kill them, should they be pushed to do such an action. They could see it in their eyes. They aren't human anymore. Fiona would provide assistance by drawing her bow, allowing the children to buff her arrows and take aim, firing at Malak with no hesitation. All this was being done while Harvard would try to get close, aiming for a strike at his chest, then at his chin, before finally his neck, using his fists in tandem with his gun to deliver such a combo. Right as the strikes were about to connect, Malak would be quick in his reaction, with energy wafting strongly between everyone else, causing him to instantly curve himself into a ninety degree angle, as well as rotating his blade to parry the strike and fire it at the ceiling instead, letting it be destroyed by such an arrow. Despite suffering the small burns, he remained unfazed.

He would be quick in his counter assault, swerving his blade to try and chop at Harvard's shoulder, rotating itself at an impossible angle with such speeds, he would be forced to cast a spell and cut the distance just to evade from it. Malak, however, continued, curving himself once more before throwing himself like a frisbee, blade wielded in a Waki no Kamae style in the hopes of striking at his arms to cut off his Card Magic. Harvard, once again, would react by the same spell, as well as another spell in creating a metallic appendage to parry the strike. He would get a better look at Malak's movements as he sees him do the stunt again, only now in the Chudan no Kamae style, aiming for a slice to cut the arm in half vertically, before rotating himself again and going back to Waki no Kamae to completely sever it apart. "Interesting, isn't it??" He would comment, still carrying his snide remark despite his eyes being a furious red. "The Gods that blessed me with this energy told me to pick a style of magic that best suits me. That bests reflects me. That bests utilizes my strengths as it should. I supposed I made a good pick with this, hmm?" Harvard would recognize what was going on by looking at it, sweating bullets as the King swooped in once more, aiming for a vertical chop down from head to toe.

Rotation Magic, or more commonly known as Spiral Magic. A Style of Magic where you utilize the energy's flow and momentum in a spiral-like direction. It would be like a spinning top, where they utilize and manipulate the momentum and speed to however they please, going faster and faster the more they cast it. 

What's worse would be that the energy seemed to come from his entire body, practically leaking out of it like he was a fractured glass tank. His body is being utilized as one key style of fighting, from his ankles and legs, to his wrists and arms. The boy desperately tracked his movements, but he would be forced to sidestep, having his shoulder and body take the hit dead-on.

SHIKK!! RRRRRRIP!!

Harvard would be wincing and screaming internally in pain as the slice was made, a near perfect cut, his shoulder and less than half of his upper body nearly severed, almost pulling itself out and away from the boy. Blood splattered all over the castle's walls, spraying like a fountain in the amount he lost. He would cast a spell to blast the man back with fire, before getting out the Vial and immediately try to heal it, but Malak kept going. Another chop was directed towards his other half of the body, somehow fanning the flames away by rotating his wrists to make his sword act like a fan, ready to angle his arm and direct it to either his other arm and half of his body, or aim for the kill and slice his head clean off. Just as he would initiate the hit, Harvard would still have one more trick up his sleeve, coating the fire in another spell and watching it take effect, with the King's sword, and by extension his robes and some of his skin, beginning to disintegrate. As a last ditch effort to go down with him, Harvard would plant his Virus spell alongside with the flames. An ultimate risk that, as demonstrated, he paid a hefty cost for. The cost, however, was outweighed tremendously by the effect.

The man's body began to disintegrate, yet he still remained smiling. He was already thinking ahead on how to rid of such a plague in his body.