4 Face off
The commander was immersed in the beauty of the scene presented to him. "What is going on with this kid", the commander spoke as he stared at Michael in awe. "What has this kid been hiding all along." The golden light had dispersed along with the dark barrier and Michael was shrouded with jet black clothes and a white cloak with golden markings. A surprised expression was left on display on the commander's face.
"Forgive me for the impudence commander, but this matter must be settled quickly." Michael's hand extended and a dark fireball set itself ablaze. The commander was shocked by the flame which had just been revealed.
"Y-You!" The commander began to stutter, but before he was able to speak again, the dark fireball had left Michael's hand.
Although it was quite slow, its firepower was terrifying to an astonishing degree which complimented for its steady pace. The commander's eyes widened as it flew closer. He was able to dodge it, but the surroundings would have been obliterated to nothing but a speck of dust.
The commander decided to take the fireball head on.
A gush of wind could be seen on his sword. "AERIAL SLASH!" The commander could be heard screaming as he commenced a strong attack. The gust of wind that was called forth took shape and shot forward, but it made no difference. The dark flame devoured the attack and actually grew in size.
The only thing the commander could do was stand there and be finished, but his will prevented him from doing so.
"Revolving winds", the commander spoke inwardly. Wind, as sharp as a man's blade, began to revolve around the commander. "Gale Blade", the sword's blade suddenly turned into a small tornado held by a hilt. He slashed forward against the dark fire. The clash lasted no more than a few seconds, but the winner had remained the same. The dark fire guided its way forward again. This time though. The size of the fire had decreased by half, but the commander's strength was drained to a great extent.
His revolving winds had dispersed and his tornado blade's rotating speed had also slowed down drastically. The commander knew it was not possible to become victorious, but his courage was that equal to his iron will that did not shake before his opponents.
He leaped forward with his blade. By pouring in all his remaining mana, the tornado blade sped up faster than before. He swung downwards and was about to clash once more, but before the contact was made, Michael closed his hand and the dark fireball exploded.
It devoured the commander whole and a scorching sound could be heard before the dark fireball disappeared.
The appearance of the commander was miserable. His sword had returned to its original form with the blade broken in half. His armor was mostly shattered and the clothes beneath could be clearly seen along with the scorched skin.
Michael's feet touch the ground with a gentle step before falling over onto the floor. Although he had just displayed immense strength, it did not belong to him. Something within him drew that strength out.
When came back to his senses a horrible scene was in front of him. The commander of the kingdom burnt half to death along with the fugitive who did it.
He hadn't concerned himself with why he had such strength all of a sudden, at this moment, he was desperate to escape.
He stood up with great speed. His body ached from the attack he had received, but he needed to escape first if he wanted his revenge.
Every step he took sent a jolt of pain down his spine, yet he kept on running forward without pause.
He ran through alleys, streets, houses, anything that would be able to get him away from there. His mad dash through the kingdom was already known and guards were already on their way to intercept.
