2 Blood bath
At the same second, Zabal charged forward, jumped in the crowd of enemies for the sake of not hurting anyone of his tribe.
The leap was indeed worth admiring, his superior body form aided to jump 5 meters high, after meeting the snow once more he had already stepped on a couple of enemy's necks, forcing a few others to tumble as well.
At that same second, he felt a harsh strike on the left, torturing his waist.
Turning around, he can't help uttering. "What the hell is this thing?"
It looks slender, almost as white as snow and cold like it as well... "These are weird weapons."
At that same second, he took the first base step of unleashing a brutal attack. Grabbed one of these enemies by the chest, raised him up and from the same hand blew a decent size of lava.
It pierced through the enemy's chest, a quick death was granted so thankfully no battle cry is to be heard.
Holding his own wound, trying to stop blood from bursting out and avoiding any other of those sharp slim things, he took a quick peek of the man he just dropped on the ground and noticed the fear on the surrounding enemy's eyes.
Killing that man earlier was just a test to figure out just how quick these enemies burn, now he can unleash an attack that has a stronger pace.
Taking a peek of his surroundings, he saw both men and women enemies around him, genders are easy to determine once taking a peek at the general forms... but one way or the other they're weaker than most of what his tribe can bring to the table.
The only thing acting as a barricade is the weird weaponry these enemies bring, he has caught several slim white figures already, flying across the air and perhaps hitting anyone of his tribe.
Another woman at the moment is closest to him, and the enemy lady is swinging around this weird sharp thing, trying to hit Zabal.
Dashing a step back, his body bashed a few other enemies away by accident. That works for the better, extra time bought one way or the other.
The weird thing avoided, Zabal let's go of his wound and pushed both hands forward, revealing lava from his palms that stretched 7 feet wide, truly overwhelming anyone stupid or unlucky enough to stand in the way.
But in this case, the first to become tortured by this blow is the enemy lady who wanted to take a swing at him.
The lava warmed up her freezing skin in just a second and fair to say, overheated it.
The lava bashed her against the ground, leaving the enemy laid there with a layer of lava and she can only wait for death to come, screams becoming the only way to counter this attack.
As for the rest of this tide turning blow, the lava rushed towards other enemies, specifically blasted from the middle of the battlefield, and headed almost directly at the left side of this battle.
The lava is strong enough in size to pin down about 20 more enemies, their screams felt taunting to his ears, the man isn't used to murder.
One other thing in particular that kept Zabal from unleashing a 30 foot long lava wave, is the fact that he could have killed his own tribesmen and women.
Almost did even, the wave crossed near a lady's foot and almost took it off as the pushing impact can meet equal to its heat.
As for how the rest of his tribe is fairing, taking a peek at where the ditch is, he spotted a few more women rise up, men already deep in battle and that man who lost an arm, kicking the hell out of these enemies.
But yet he can still see a lot of blood on his friends... on his tribe, at the moment he doesn't see anyone dead but the death count might rise soon.
Facing forward, he spotted that a few more of these weird super white skinned humans approached, thankfully it isn't double the size of what they already are facing.
20 people, maybe 30? Regardless, it's still bad as they haven't even killed half of the enemies that came from the first wave.
Worst yet, some kind of white bears follow this new batch, these look larger in size compared to the ones this tribe encountered on their own continent.
This became hazardous... As even a Calidum Lutum has it hard to fight off a bear with the aid of lava, if these things puke out those weird fast moving white spikes then this tribe is respectively, fucked.
Not wanting to wait and see what will happen once the reinforcement clashes with his tribe, he punched an approaching enemy right across the face and blows up just a bit of lava with it to make sure this man won't stand up again.
Clapping his hands, lava broke out right over the fingertips and howled against the enemies, growing 4 feet wide. It would be a lot more helpful if another grand master was around here right now.
He kept the lava wave going for about 3 seconds, watches it stretch 10 feet long, boiled a few enemies alive even but not the reinforcement.
Reason behind it, he felt a sharp pain on his leg which forced the wave of lava short.
Taking a look on his left, he spotted a bigger manly enemy who has striked Zabal with that weird weapon.
The intent for murder rising more than ever in his life, Zabal's palm meets the enemy's face, lifts the man a foot off the ground.
And with the other hand he shoots a more slender ray of lava against the enemy, this time he aimmed towards the sky which built up a different attack.
As for the man he grabbed just a moment earlier, lava started replacing his white haired face with a scorched torture as if brought from hell.
Blowing lava on the man's face just for a few seconds, his struggle for life diminished by the passing moment.
The lava he blew towards the sky earlier, reached 40 feet high and started descending towards the ground.
The unsuspecting or those who ran down at the wrong time, got their field of view invaded by what their skin can't tolerate.
The slender bit of lava instantly took a couple of people victim but the momentum built up while falling down, forces the lava to flatten out like a disk once meeting the ground.
It spread wide in all directions and formed a 25 feet wide lava pool, this burned down pairs of feet rather quickly, leaving some men and women of these enemies, immobile.
And when one's ability to run away is taken from them right in the middle of a lava pool, the only place they can go from that point is in the same pool, meeting with death.
Turning around, he spotted that the whole tribe has risen from the ditch already, fighting off these crazy humans who bit before asking.
Finally the battle started moving to their utmost advantage, there are men and women punching the absolute shit out of enemies, regardless of the fact that most of the tribe don't have magic to their advantage.
Yet we can't consider it as a no loss battle, Zabal saw 2 men of his tribe on the ground, with a bunch of white spikes on their chests.
And one woman has suffered a similar fate as well, the ladies suffered less cuts and kills however since most of them arrived in the battle last.
Doing a quick calculation, the only way to prevent a few more kills from this battle, is to take the enemies in front of him so the tribe behind has less trouble handling this bizarre situation.
He took a step forward, blew lava right from his palms, trying to form a wave that no bundle of enemies would be able to withstand.
This move however, can drain quite of his stamina which is troublesome because stamina determines how much lava he can blast under a certain period of time.
But the tides have to be turned now for the sake of keeping his tribe alive.
This move requires a bit of concentration so he can risk getting cut a few times.
Lava has to be compressed in one spot while his palms are facing forward, it has to build up the attack.
Not wasting a second, he put the idea into motion. Lava blew out of his palms and formed into a small ball, forced all in one place although the amount bursting out of his hands now is tremendous.
Digging his feet harder against the ground for the sake of stability, the ball in front of him grew a foot wide now, just floating in mid air.
A few seconds later, he will be ready to unleash an attack that will captivate these enemies to an extent that their ancestors will feel it!
But the problem with meeting a continent he never heard off before, is the fact that dangers can't be predicted.
From that same crowd of reinforcements who came along with white bears, a light blue storm emerged, enhanced with a white colour.
But this is no light storm, it seemed thicker, captivating the atmosphere with a descending field of view.
It stretched a massive 70 feet wide, tall enough to not let these 10 foot tall people escape, and now Zabal can feel the final effect it provides, as it's speed is extraordinary.
It looked like the whole world is being swallowed in front of him, truly massive and even caused a minor earthquake.
Before he knew it, an unbeatable cold kissed the grand master's skin, that soft kiss ended up with a blister that didn't rip the man in half but instead manages to freeze him and anyone else behind.
Race regardless.
The battle seemed over, it looked like a huge iceberg had suddenly appeared in the area.
Frozen bodies, blood using the snow as a canvas to signify what both sides of the stick faced this hour.
Fair to say, the iceberg looks 30 feet high, about a 100 feet wide now for some reason and poorly shaped. There is no geometrical shape to describe it, random would be the best word.
Lots of spikes everywhere, an edge there and a smooth turn on another side, one thing particulary characteristic is that this ice berg doesn't look natural.
Mother nature could not have formed it, no no this is man made.
[Based on their local language.] One of these people with super white skin, walks near a man way in the back and congratulated. "You did it grand master Tastek, you froze them all."
Having it hard to comprehend this situation, the same man asked. "But what are they?"
Not knowing how to describe this but not wanting to sound like an idiot either, Tastek answered. "Demons, they came out of that hole so it means they came from the ground."
"You must be right." The brother in war complimented, not willing to debate it.
The battle seemed like it's over, but right at this second something unusual catched their eye and one of the surviving super white toned people, decided to point it out. "Why is the ice catching on fire?"
