I must say, it thoroughly annoyed me as my opponent dealt with my slew of attacks composedly.
In fact, it bordered on nonchalence, even. And no, it wasn't because he was able to deal with my attacks, and seemingly fight on par with me, but the fact that he didn't even seem to care about our battle. The fact that he exuded such little passion when fighting.
Yes, that was it. His
apathy. It was that which got on my nerves. He seemed to think that battles were not meant to be taken seriously. While it may be a bit condescending for me to actually scorn at his opinions, I couldn't help but feel slightly insulted that he didn't enjoy battles the same way I did. That he didn't take it as seriously as I did.
Come on now, I respect your views about battle and all, but don't you dare liken my views to that of a kid's.
I narrowed my eyes towards you, glaring at you fiercely, my eyes portraying nothing but vitriol and virulence. There was simply no way anyone, and I mean,
anyone, could misconstrue it as anything but clear malevolence. My voice quivering with rage, I spoke:
Mark my words, you motherfucker. I'm going to show the joy of battle, and make you take it seriously.
You dealt with the rays I summoned, and the lightning I redirected towards you with ease. You fought with a certain elegance and finesse, and I was reluctantly impressed by your showcase of skills, which was in stark contrast to my rather 'rough', for lack of a better word, way of fighting.
You were also able to handle my subsequent assault similarly, doing so efficiently and minimising any wastage of movement. The abundance of water you spilled out easily extinguished my fire pillars, creating a thin veil of steam around you. And yet, as I watched you do so, I smirked.
Yes, I
smirked.
Choosing water as a defence against fire was something any normal human being would do. It was almost
the natural course of action most people would choose in the spur of the moment. In fact, i myself, may have done the same thing, given how logical of a defense it would be.
However, in this case, it provided me with a precious opening. As soon as I spot you expelling a dense torrent of water to smother my fire-based attack, I proceeded to carry out my carefully contrived plan.
Within moments, the ground would start tremoring, seemingly with trepidation for my impending attack. Huge pillars of earth would then sprout out from the ground all around you, sending shockwaves throughout as it rose. Blunt though the pillars were, they possessed great strength, and the physical impact as the pillars pummeled your body is certainly a sensation few would want to experience.
Of course, the large scale nature of the technique also meant that the structures of the buildings closest to you would be compromised. After all, the narrow nature of the street couldn't possibly hope to contain the wrath of my technique. Debris would rain down all upon you with the emergence of the pillars, encapsulating you in what could definitely be described as a devastating two-pronged attack, from both the skies and the ground.
Needless to say, an aerial escape would most certainly be futile; the erratic nature of the pillars rising all around you as well as the falling parts of the building saw to that. Moreover, due to the water all around you, which remained as a testament to your solid defence against my fire, a lightning technique seemed impropable to pull off without being electrocuted.
The magnificence of this chaotic scene could barely be described with words.
It was enthralling to watch, certainly. And I, most certainly, wasn't done. Utilizing my mastery in water, I performed a single hand seal, manipulating the water source that remained. The water would then morph itself into a majestic creature, with a long serpentine body - a dragon.
As soon as the dragon emerges, it would proceed, with haste, to hunt you down, similar to predator and prey, wherever you were at the current time.
Here's a piece of advice. Get serious, or you'll die.
Well, that was longer than expected z_z
