Battle of Stage Twos

"I'm glad you remember me!"

Yelled in delight Ohomor while swinging his fist at Fjoroft. Fjoroft dodged easily to the side, the fist hitting the ground heavily, cracking it. As Fjoroft moved swiftly through the flying debris he opened his mouth again and shot out another beam at Ohomor who was repositioning his body from the punch, the beam was upon him in an instant, threatening to freeze him solid if not dodged. The nails in his body started to shake and vibrate uncontrollably making his body a blur, greatly increasing his speed and allowing him to effortlessly evade the deadly attack.

"You haven't changed Fjoroft, still hell-bent on finishing every fight instantly. You have to enjoy it a bit more, stop being so stiff all the time!"

Mocked Ohomor with a grin as his he put his palms on the ground, sending the vibrations to the ground. The ground shook, the mini earthquake forced Fjoroft to jump as the ground split open under him. Being forced to dodge in the air was always going to be tough and Ohomor knew that as well, so he opened his mouth wide before shooting out more metal nails at Fjoroft. The plan was simple; even if he freezes the nails with [Ice Breath] the nails would still be a threatening projectile that would be hard to dodge.

Yet, Fjoroft in his deep experience easily saw through that plan. He balled his left hand in to a fist which turned into ice so fast that the projectiles, shot towards him, were still not even halfway there. In a second, his [Ice Fist] was brought down with terrifying momentum when he started falling down. This mighty swing proved to be too strong as the nails were easily swatted away.

"Don't underestimate me, have you forgotten what happened three years ago?"

Challenging words left his mouth. His body safely landing on the ground.

"I would never underestimate a man that gave me the biggest humiliation in my life. I'm just testing to see if you've gotten rusty, is all."

Barely did his say those words when Fjoroft was face to face with him, his [Ice Fist] swung viciously towards his face. The the mighty swing landed, just not on his face as Ohomor expertly rose his left arm to block. The clash of the two hands was so ridiculous in power that the air whistled from the pressure. Fjoroft quickly followed up a second punch that was also blocked. After a flurry of punches all faster than the other Fjoroft could feel his ice fist vibrate, weakening the ice around it.

'He's sending the vibrations to my arms with every block.'

He sped up his movements; sending a kick to his knee forcing him to take a step back. Ohomor's stance for a second seemed to falter, something Fjoroft would never miss. This punch was aimed at the head intending to crush it with one, decisive blow. Ohomor was no slouch though, he wasn't too rattled by Fjoroft's killshot, raising both his hands in front of his face. The punch was truly atrocious in its devastation as the momentum and force completely dented both his arms, cracking a multitude of his bones. The arms caved into themselves with the forearm bones protruding outwards. But Ohomor had successfully diverted the attack from his head, his arms had killed the momentum and he would now jump back and compose himself.

Or so he would have done had Fjoroft not immediately followed up with his right arm that had turned into an ice blade going for his throat.

*whooom*

In a moment of crisis, where life or death teetered on the edge; all the nails on his body, as if in panic, started to immensely vibrate; the vibration was so strong and rampant that the [Ice Blade] was stopped mere inches away from his throat. Fjoroft was flabbergasted at the fact how strong the vibration must have been to save him from such a hopeless situation.

"Phew... That was close. I can confirm that you're definitely not rusty..."

Ohomor could do nothing but nervously exhale after jumping far away from Fjoroft who had quickly regained his mobility.

"You've gotten stronger. [Catharsis] was it?"

*hehe* "I'm glad you still remember the name. I'm flattered."

He would have attacked already but the close proximity to his retaliation caused some internal bleeding to Fjoroft. A streak of blood visible on the side of his mouth. Both men took a moment to come to their senses while Ohomor spoke.

"Well, I would be quite a failure had I not improved at all in these three ears. I'll tell you something; I am now stage two medius!"

Fjoroft watched in surprise when the nails in his destroyed arms started to vibrate and heal them back to their normal state.

...

*huff* *huff*

The group that had separated from Fjoroft was running down the hallway towards the basement of school. Thanks to Sull and his scouting abilities.

"Tell me how did you not notice the kid was in the basement before now?"

Inquired Pax while running.

"Well, the kid was not in the basement when we did our initial search of the school. He must have ran to the basement when the cloud appeared. I suspect he set up everything necessary beforehand and then ran there amidst all of the confusion to summon the cult members."

"Some people he summoned huh..."

"Yeah... Ohomor the Impaled... who would have thought that he was still alive."

"You seem confused Bultear, I'll tell you why we reacted like we did; you see, Ohomor has a deep history with our division. He was the man who killed Fjoroft's mentor and our previous captain. We were still just regular members back then and Fjoroft was his lieutenant but we could not forget the way in which those nails ripped him apart. Fjoroft was filled with rage for years until three years ago..."

"...When he fought him again and defeated him."

Bultear finished Pax's sentence now knowing the full picture.