Clash of titans

Operandi smirked as he pulled a great sword from his shadow. "Yes, let's dance to well… screw it let's fight" he said as he commanded his creations to move forward.

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Damian run forward, meeting the constructs. He cleaved of the head of the first construct he met, a titan ant. He moved forward about to cut down another one when he felt something move behind him. He jumped to the side, dodging an attack from the headless ant watching as it grew back.

Damian jumped back. He looked at the constructs, then he remembered what Operandi's sorcery was. He looked forward to the now still constructs, not moving an inch. "My constructs are immortal, nothing you do will hurt them. Now why don't you show me a bit of despair." He heard Operandi's annoying voice say.

Damian let out a sigh and snorted. "You know I heard you had a weird obsession with immortality, but it will do you good to stop calling what isn't immortal, immortal!" he shouted before muttering something under his breadth. The tattoos that covered his face began to glow a bright blue and both his axes where set ablaze with blue flames with wisps of green in them.

Damian rushed in again, this time before he reached them, he threw one of the axes. The axe nailed a tiger construct in the head, burning it into nothingness. He grabbed it before it hit the ground and stated what could only be a one sided massacre and this time, the constructs didn't heal.

Damian slid on the ground as he cut the legs of the dragon. As it fell he threw the axe at its neck, cutting straight through it. Without even looking back, he used his free axe to block an attack from Operandi. He pushed Operandi back then took his fallen weapon. "Would you look at that, you finally decided to grace me with your blade." Damian teased.

Operandi's face was scrunched in fury or wasn't, with his face it was hard to tell. Damian smirked as he walked towards his adversary. "I didn't prepare all this without a plan y'know. Your abili…I mean sorcery construction and destruction its one one the most versatile sorcery I've ever seen but, nothing is invisible. You can only destroy what you understand but your greatest weakness is that when you create living constructs, you share their senses, making you disoriented, in effect you cannot fight alongside them, opting to let them fight for you."

"I know that but what does it have to do with how you can destroy my constructs?" Operandi asked through gritted teeth. "Oh, it doesn't I just wanted to talk a little. Why the hell will I tell you how I beat you there's no logic to what you just said." Damian replied with a teasing smirk.

Damian watched as Operandi eyes narrowed in fury, taking that chance, he pushed forward sending a slash at Operandi, hoping to cleave off his head only for him to jump back narrowly avoiding it. He brought his great sword forward, blocking the slash from Damian. The blade of the axe cut through the sword like hot knife through butter. Operandi rolled to the side, summoning a large tower shield blocking Damian's vision.

Damian threw his axe curling it as it flew in in curve aiming behind the tower shield, driving Operandi out. Damian jumped in the air bringing his axe down for a heavy downward slash only for Operandi to block it with his gauntlet. Operandi kicked Damian away, giving himself breathing space. Damian stood up, his smirk still on. "Mythril, rumored to be the strongest off all mythical metals. Your entire armor is made of it. This is going to be hard"

Operandi thumped his fist together, waiting for Damian. Damian rushed forward, clashing with Operandi. Soon they became a blur of movement fist to blade. They seemed equally matched, until they weren't. Out of nowhere, Damian cut through the armor, nicking Operandi in the shoulder much to the surprise of both of them before a flash of realization appeared in Damian's eyes. His smirk widened as he doubled his efforts. His axe gradually chipping away Operandi's armor.

In an impressive show of strength, Damian kicked Operandi in the chest, sending him flying. As h flew backwards, Damian threw both axes at him. The axes broke through the armor, cutting into his torso. Operandi heaved, taking in large breaths. He hunched over, unable to get up.

Damian walked forward, he pulled out his axes, causing a blood to gush out from the wound. The flames from the axe were put out. Damian crouched in front of Operandi. He looked into his gradually dimming eyes. "Do you know why you lost,…no, well it's your greed. I mean I heard that you had an addiction to wealth and power but to risk your own safety for this. I mean to use impure mythril for your own armor. The fuck is wrong with you. Tsk… I really want to end your pitiful life buuuuut, I wanna see what he does to you if he survives that is. Anyway you're losing a lot of blood. I don't see you surviving this. Not that you'll be much of a problem if you survive this. See you never Operandi." Damian said, getting up.

He took his gas mask and as he was putting it on, he let out a heavy cough. "Fuck." he muttered as he put it on. Then he walked away.

To be continued...