Kieran's Battle For Permission (2)

The battle raged on as the coast no longer had its peaceful scenery but of a warzone instead. Only 15 minutes had passed, and the most of the palm trees were uprooted, the beach was littered with corpses of sea creatures, and the thunder storm only grew stronger, and Moonlit was getting flooded due to the harsh raindrops of the storm.

Yet, the two beings continued fighting neither backing down to a halt. And from afar the Wyrm Howl Cult watched, the vulture masked woman commented.

 "So, this is how much damage that "Whale" can do? Impressive," she clapped while the two members beside her took out a crystal orb colored black.

The two members looked up at their boss and asked, "Shall we activate it, Madam Famine?"

The woman simply replied by raising her finger which caused them to place back the orbs in their pockets.

As the battle raged on, Laxus's body slowly turned back to normal as scars and burn marks from the bolts of lightning showed on his body. While Kieran had bite marks on both his arms as well as a massive claw mark on his torso, yet the two were still trying to maximize their full power.

"Mark of the King: Prideful Roar!" Laxus roared out.

Everything went silent as the air formed around Laxus's mouth with sparks of flames around it. As his roar transformed into a guttural echoing shout all sound came back and the flames shot through the air formed around his mouth creating a massive vacuum of flames.

Seeing this Kieran tried to dodge, but because he was stunned from the silence his body delayed and was hit by the attack. Sending him back down to the ground, and Laxus used this chance to attack.

"Mark of the King: King's Blade!" snarled Laxus as his right arm was engulfed in flames forming the shape of a sword.

With the force of falling down and the weight of a bear and sword; punched Kieran's torso as the flames pierced through hitting his heart. A sharp burning pain swirled around Kieran's heart as if thousands of burning swords surrounded his heart and stabbed it.

Grunting in pain Kieran vomited blood as Laxus stood over him with a mocking grin.

"Die here and fail or get up and get my permission card."he said.

Kieran's pupils dilated as he flickered in and out from consciousness to unconsciousness. With both hands he clasped them together around Laxus's legs, and seeing this Laxus tried to move and kick him but to no aveil.

"Tsk! Alright death it is." Laxus coldly said with a commanding tone 

He raised his left claw and quickly. swung it down to Kieran's face aiming to slash his face off and killing him.

Whoosh! 

"Ack!" Laxus vomited blood as he stumbled back.

Something was missing, his body felt less heavy then before as he looked at Kieran who was now standing once again and he was holding something in his right hand.

His eyes were blurry from the dizzying attack, but he slowly realized what had happened. He tried to move his left arm, but nothing happened because the thing in Kieran's right hand was his left arm.

Laxus had lost his whole left arm and now was bleeding profusely from it and realizing this he chuckled and grinned.

"Quick motherfuc-" he was cut off by a lightning sword to his throat which caused him to stumble once again and fall on his back seemingly dead.

Kieran panted heavily as he looked at the sky which the dark gloomy clouds covering it slowly dissipated as well as the thunder and rain. The waves turned still and became once more and the winds cool as a breeze once again.

He looked back down at his damaged body and at the "dead" Laxus before he fell face first to the ground unconscious.

Katherine and her men finally intervened and took their bodies to the infirmary in the seemingly okay beach house of Laxus. As the storm subsided the Wyrm Howl Cult members that watched from afar looked at the sky before repeating the same mantra they always say.

"Praise the Scorched Wyrm!"

Then the vulture masked woman took out a black root-like sword with the tip and the edges shining with a fiery glow; stabbed and sliced air in front of her creating a portal which ah enters and the two members behind followed.

As they exit out the portal they appear in a massive ruined fortress with torches all around the area. They all walk down a long hallway and into a massive throne room where a massive broke throne with black roots covering its sides and it tightly swirled around it. All the members of the Wyrm Howl Cult were there all knelt down as they praised a massive statue of a crimson wyrm.

"Lord Father, we have arrived." the vulture woman greeted.

A man in the middle stood up and look at the vulture masked woman. His skin color was a sickly pale, crack marks appeared on his face and yet he could be described as a beautifully handsome man if it weren't for the crack marks. Long grayish whire hair reached down to his shoulders as his eyes were covered by a brown blindfold and he wore the same red robe but had a sash over his which had the symbol of the Blood Wyrm etched on it.

"Ah hello, Camilla do tell me what happened." he smiled as greeted. A soft calming smile rested on his face even though Camilla the vulture masked woman knew all to well he was a man who should not be ever crossed with or disappoint.

"The Moby Dick still deserves the title of Mythical Tale, and the Marked King is a force to be reckoned with and could've been a Mythical tale if their was another sin." she explained.

The so called Lord Father simply nodded before speaking once again.

"I see, we shall then take out the Moby Dick which includes the Golden Tooth Mafia and we shall also take out the Marked King and his Beast Pack." he spoke with a soft tone but malice dripped within it.

He raised both his arms up in the air as all the cult members stood up from their praising and prayer. They all looked at their Lord Father waiting for an command.

"Everyone, for the Scorched Wyrm I ask of thee to help me in taking out our dear God's enemies so everyone we shall execute for our God!" he preached as everyone replied with the same mantra.

Praise the Scorched Wyrm!