Royalia Shall Know Calamity

I coughed, waving my hand around from the smoke that was caused. A point-blank explosion, did Jonah even care if he managed to survive that?

Nah, don't think so. It hurt me just a little bit, probably the most pain I've felt since stepping into this world.

When I exited from the smoke, I wiped my eyes several times to get the blurry vision away, when I was sure my vision was 20/20 again, my eyes danced across the area, scanning for him.

A solid punch to my spine told me all I need to know, I stumbled forward after the dealt blow, then turned around quickly. He led in with another high kick, but I wasn't fast enough to dodge it.

Got sent flying into wooden barrels that all broke instantly, placing a hand on my cheek to feel for it. He only managed to get hit in because I was not aware. He tried to blow himself up. 

Does he think he'll win this by playing dirty?

I chuckled. 

Let's see how far that goes.

I got up quite fast, Jonah rushed me again with another flurry of punches and hooks. Instead of dodging, I accurately blocked each attempt.

Parrying his next hit, I landed three quick jabs directly towards his face, and then reeled a punch right towards his abdomen.

He coughed out both spit and blood, but he smiled weakly through it all. He can endure, greatly.

With my free hand, I landed an open palm strike towards his chin. The blow was so great that he was easily lifted in the air.

Not enough to crack it entirely, I still need him alive. He twisted mid-air anyways and landed right back on the ground.

He was casting another spell, but I was too fast. Intercepted him before he could. Flying across the streets, I lead in with a diving kick, one that he was fortunate enough to dodge.

My hand glided against the street to stop the speed just enough. Kicking my legs and spreading them allowed me to connect with his head. 

Just enough time for me to regain my balance and put my boots on the ground before he did anything else. 

His head reeled back, and then he shot out more blood from his nose. Not that it looked like all of this bleeding would stop him. 

Jonah is far simply to deranged to just stop at just blood.

He raised his arm, forming a finger gun at me. Icicle shards shot out at fast speeds. Dodging most of them, one managed to rip and pierce a hole in my cloak.

The next one, aimed for my heart, would've been fatal most likely had it not collided with the chains that was around me.

He shot out more, but I was already half way deciding to end this early.

I drew in breath, and exhaled. Smoke escaped from my nostrils and mouth. Before the icicles made contact, major wind gusts kicked up, sending everything flying.

Jonah braced, and even he was sliding back.

My physical mana pressure was too great for him, I suppose.

For once, I kickstarted my mana at an explosion rate. Raised it just ever so slightly and he went sliding back. I'm pretty sure he was shocked, because I could see it in his face. 

Besides all of the laughing and quipping, there was a hint of it. 

Worry. 

Fear.

My foot shifted, and I appeared behind him. He flinched, shocked. My very own speed shocked him. Don't tell me he thought I couldn't get any faster than that?

The displacement caused a large gust of wind to kick up. I grabbed him by his suit and swung around sending him upwards into the sky.

Flying upwards, I lead in with a straight punch. He managed to parry that somehow and focused an entire fire blast on me.

It made contact, exploded, but didn't hurt me not once. Ah, yes. Fire against a dragon. Might be super effective and land a critical if you use it one more time Jonah.

I spun around to counterattack, my fist driving straight to his cheek as he was sent further into the sky diagonally. As he rotated and twisted his body, he combined his hands yet again. 

Sigil forming. 

He's preparing another great spell.

"Here! Have this! Disappear for good!"

"Flameburst!"

He shot out the orange ball of fire. It was large, which reminded me of the initial attacker, but sensing the mana now, it couldn't have been. It wasn't Jonah.

He slowly fell back in the air, I remained floating, I scoffed before finally casting a spell of my own for the first time. 

Since we were so high up in the air, I don't think the downtown city of Royalia would be affected, and we were quite far from the heart of the city as well.

"Infernal Magic," I chanted. 

My right hand closed, then, heated. Black fire outlined my entire hand, I softly threw it forward as I could only smile.

"Blackfire."

I released it, and at first, it started as a small fire, the size of a tennis ball. Jonah, descending through the air, laughed cockily. Thinking he had this.

"That's all you have…?! Huh?! It's gonna take more than that to…"

He trailed off, maybe because he realized I wasn't shaken. I waited, and waited. By the time my spell got into a meter within his spell.

It quintupled in size.

I forgot how quite large the spell was, but if anything, I couldn't see his spell anymore, no. All I could see was a black fire ball.

A large shadow casted over a portion of the city, and not to mention that the spell was growing quicker and larger with each passing second. 

Jonah must've realized it too, because the moment our spells collided, my spell dominated against his, consuming his fire. 

That unfortunately, there's levels to this.

If you're chaos incarnate, Jonah.

Then I am beyond that.

I am…

Calamity.

Blackfire created a large explosion, major wind gusts kicked back. The downtown area trembled and shook. Lights started flickering, and anything was kicked up and blown back. Even stalls, were. 

Maybe I underestimated how powerful that spell was…

By the time it was over. Black smoke clouding the area, one falling rapidly and leading from it, descending onto the shingles of the rooftops.

I descended slowly, Jonah's suit was nothing more than burnt now. The entire upper half was gone.

He coughed, his hair singed. I can't believe he survived that…but, that's the thing, he barely did.

I can barely sense his mana. He used the rest of his mana to coat it around his body to keep him alive. He burnt through his reserves just to get through that.

One foot landed, and then the other. I crossed my arms over my chest. Jonah slowly got up, his hair a mess, strands getting in front of his hair.

"I-I see…" He coughed afterwards. I watched on.

"There's simply…unknown realms of power,"

"You may have won this today, but we'll win tomorrow, and for the future."

I wag my finger, "And…if I decide to kill you right here, right now?"

He chuckled, laughed even.

"You wouldn't. You know I'm too valuable too."

And then, darkly, he added-on.

"Sultan doesn't hire people who put blood on his hands, anyways."

That latter part caught me off guard, but I played it off anyways. A portal opened behind him, maybe a single magic trick he did since one of his hands were behind him.

"We'll meet again," Jonah tells me.

"You won't be so lucky to survive next time, Jonah."

He scoffs.

Slowly walking back.

"You'll see. Stay awake."

The portal shut off. And I sighed.

So much for getting answers.

Now I have to rendezvous all the way back to Sultan. Hopefully nothing happened to him.