Jake’s Debut, A Kings Final Fight

Seth's words hung in the air as Vince lay on the ground, glaring up at him. The other students, who had been focused on their sparring matches, began to notice the intensity of their battle. Murmurs spread through the training hall, and Instructor Vira stepped forward, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Vince on the ground.

"Enough," she commanded, her voice sharp. "This match is over."

Seth took a step back, retracting his vines as he did so. Vince struggled to his feet, his expression a mix of anger and frustration. He glanced at Seth one last time before turning away, clearly humiliated by the outcome.

Instructor Vira looked between the two of them, her gaze lingering on Seth. "Well done, but remember this was a sparring match, not a real fight. Control is key."

Seth nodded, though he knew this had been anything but a simple spar. As Vince limped away, Seth felt a small sense of satisfaction, knowing that he'd sent a message to Lucien. If they wanted to come after him, they would have to be ready for a fight.

Emily approached, concern etched on her face. "Are you okay, Seth?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Seth replied, flexing his hand where the herbicide spike had struck him. "Just a little annoyed, that's all."

Thally appeared back on his shoulder and looked at him with teary eyes. "I'm hungry?!, Feed me!!"

She shouted into his ears making Seth deaf for a few seconds. "…I sometimes forget you are a few weeks old"

Seth sighed and took a bag of Insects from his pocket, He made sure to stock up before he came here, He was hungry himself but not that much. He did not go for breakfast this morning.

He gave her some snacks and the three continued the class with a few normal exercises. 

In another class, a red-haired boy was going against another boy with red hair but blue eyes. "Who are you supposed to be"

Jake said with slight annoyance in his voice. He was minding his business and wanted to train alone when he was approached by this person.

"Shut up and let's spar" The boy had 150 on his band, Jake was offended by him immediately, and he then forced a smile.

"What about, F**k Yourself" The boy's expression became cold, and his blue eyes reflected blue embers. Without warning a kick came towards Jake's head.

He managed to dodge and looked at the boy, his legs were bare but burning a blue fire color. Jake would have seriously been injured the moment it hit him.

"My name is Axel," the boy with the burning blue eyes said, his voice low and dangerous. He didn't wait for Jake to respond before he lunged forward again, his movements fluid and precise. His legs, still wreathed in that eerie blue flame, struck out in a series of rapid kicks aimed at Jake's midsection.

Jake barely had time to react, his reflexes kicking in as he blocked the first few strikes with his arms, the heat from the flames searing his skin even through his protective gear. He gritted his teeth, feeling the force behind each blow. This guy was no joke.

"Axel, huh?" Jake muttered as he stepped back, trying to put some distance between them. "Well, Axel, you picked the wrong day to mess with me."

Jake's hands caught on flames as he met his kicks, Axel increased the intensity of his flames then he put all his weight on one leg.

Then with that leg, he delivered a roundhouse kick towards Jake hitting him on the head. He wasn't able to block.

Axel's kick connected with Jake's head, sending him crashing to the ground. The impact reverberated through the training hall, drawing the attention of the few students who hadn't already noticed the heated exchange. Jake's vision blurred for a moment as he lay there, the world spinning around him. The blue flames from Axel's kick had left a searing mark on his temple, the pain throbbing in time with his heartbeat.

But Jake wasn't one to stay down for long.

He pushed himself up with a grunt, shaking his head to clear the dizziness. The crimson flames around his fists flared brighter, fueled by his anger and determination. This wasn't just a sparring match anymore—it was a battle of pride.

"Not bad," Jake spat, wiping a trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth. "But if you think that's enough to take me down, you're dead wrong."

He surged forward, closing the distance between them with surprising speed. Axel barely had time to raise his guard before Jake unleashed a flurry of fiery punches, each one aimed with deadly precision. The heat radiating from Jake's fists was intense, the air around them crackling with energy as the flames clashed with Axel's blue fire.

Axel managed to block most of the punches, but the sheer force behind them drove him back. He countered with a sweeping kick, the blue flames spiraling around his leg as it arced toward Jake's side. But Jake anticipated the move this time, catching Axel's leg with his flaming hands. The two elements clashed violently, the red and blue flames battling for dominance in a burst of light and heat.

For a moment, they were locked in a stalemate, both refusing to back down. The tension in the air was palpable as the other students watched, the intensity of the fight far beyond what they were used to seeing in a simple sparring session.

"Is that all you've got?" Jake taunted, his voice strained but steady as he held Axel's leg in place. "Come on, Axel! Show me what you're made of!"

Axel gritted his teeth, his blue eyes narrowing as he poured more energy into his flames. The blue fire around his leg intensified, forcing Jake to release his grip and leap back to avoid being scorched. Axel landed smoothly, his eyes locked on Jake with a newfound respect.

"You're strong, I'll give you that," Axel admitted, his voice calm despite the exertion. "But this isn't over yet."

Jake smirked, his crimson flames flaring up in response. "Good. I'd hate for this to be too easy."

In the far reaches of the Andromeda galaxy, A Man with rocky wings held the heads of one of the Star Races. He was the Avidects king, his planet has been in constant war with them for 3 years.

But all that time, he still wasn't able to save them, their planet lacked technology or anything related to that, but their innate strength was enough for them to hold on for that long.

His beastial eyes were slits and his hair was long and brown reaching up to his waist. His wings were damaged and his fangs were bared.

In front of him were about a hundred Star race Militants with heavily equipped armory and weaponry.

"King of the Avidects, you are surrounded, Surrender and we won't kill you" He looked at them with a furious and mocking glare, They asked for surrender.

"Star Race, Whatever your names are, I advise you to think, Why would I willingly come out here and kill one of your own and not lead multiple Beasts your way" He said in a lost and psychotic tone.

"I have failed as a king, To invaders from an unknown world, I have failed my people, my ancestors, and most of all I have failed both my Family and Myself, You lots are nothing but lizards walking on two legs"

The Star Race militants shifted uneasily as the Avidects king's words hung in the air, his defiance contrasting sharply with his battered appearance. The rocky-winged king, his eyes blazing with a mix of fury and despair, stood amidst the wreckage of his once-proud kingdom. His words, though laced with venom, spoke of a profound sense of failure and resignation.

"Enough of your taunts," the leader of the Star Race said, his voice cold and authoritative. "You're outnumbered, and your people's resistance has been futile. Surrender now, or face the consequences."

The king's lips curled into a bitter smile. "Consequences? You think you've won? You may take my head, but my legacy, the strength of my people, and the fire within me will not die so easily, Let us begin."

He punched his arm into the ground, A magnetic force came from the deepest parts of the planet as he pulled up his arm, in front of him was a strange sword-like piece of metal.

"As long as land exists, My blood shall live on" The Avidects king's words were punctuated by a dramatic display of power. The strange sword-like piece of metal, forged from the planet's core, began to glow with an otherworldly energy. The ground trembled beneath the Star Race militants' feet as the magnet force surged, pulling fragments of rock and debris toward the king.

"Prepare yourselves!" the leader of the Star Race shouted, raising his weapon and signaling his troops. They tightened their grip on their weapons, their faces set in grim determination.

The king raised the metal sword high, its energy crackling with raw, untamed power. He channeled his remaining strength into the weapon, his form surrounded by a pulsating aura. His gaze was unwavering as he prepared to make his final stand. The once-damaged wings on his back unfurled, their rocky surfaces shimmering with an eerie light.

'Continue the legacy of our race…Mare'

He looked up into the sky, in the far distance in the sky, a crystalline asteroid was moving at speeds unseen by the eye.

Inside the asteroid was a teenage girl with crystalline wings and hair….Her destination is a planet belonging to the….