Combustion

I grasp the vision in my palm. I have no time to relish in its warmth when I am suddenly attacked by Andrius. "Fool, to be distracted in a fight is to pave the way to your loss."

"Noted. I'll give my all when fighting you. Someone of your power deserves nothing less, after all."

I'm not really sure how to implement my vision without slowing myself down in battle. What I need, is a way for Andrius to be caught off Guar'MOVE'

I roll out of the way of a claw attack, retaliating with a few bullets. I then decide to quickly use my vision in a way I see fit. I make a wave of flame, and hold it infront of my self. I create a cube, and compress the flames into a spear. I have it hover by my side while I continue to stay agile on my feet, Andrius having already recovered. 'I need a way to end this. I'm staking it all on this next attack!'

I dodge a flurry of wind blades sent my way, while continuing to send a few bullets of retaliation. Then, andrius remains still for a moment. He takes a white form, that emanates a sharp coldness. He begins to circle around me, ready to pounce at a moment of weakness.

I reach our for the spear of flame, and grasp it. He's probably gotten even faster in this form, so all I can do is wait for him to attack.

One second passes.

Then another.

In the blink of an eye, Andrius is dashing towards me.

"NOW! [DOUBLE TIME]!"

I Compress the flames even further, funneling more into it.

Andrius draws closer, I can feel his maw looming over me.

But he's too late.

[SPEAR OF MIGHT!]

I Slam the spear into the ground, and quickly make an enlarged cube to try to shield myself from the sea of flames created.

Everything turns orange. Covered in flame. Stone begins to melt, and air is drawn in towards the corolla, until it releases all that energy at once

*TREMOR*

*BOOM*

A pillar of flame rising can be seen from outside wolvendeom.

There Iies our protagonist, on the ground. Face first

'Holy Shit, I can't move a muscle. I feel like I was skinned alive and then dipped in alcohol.'

"Have I won?"

I shout out, not as a question, but as a statement. I hear no response, until a shadow looms over me.

"I will admit, that final attack was truly impressive. You managed to wound me, and if not for my prowess over anemo and cryo, I may have been felled."

"I haven't seen a challenger as capable in many years. The last one before you was the Master of the Knights of favonius, Varka. You resemble him, in his aptitude. Stand proud, you may declare you have faced one of the 4 winds, and lived."

Andrius walks away, and dissapears.

'I could've won.'

I only won because he wished to end the fight there. While he was injured. I couldn't move. If he desired, he could have taken my life. I need to refine my powers. If I had time to experiment, I could have defeated him. But let's not dwell on that now. Instead, let's just enjoy the moment.

"I'VE WON AGAINST THE LORD OF WOLVES!"

I begin to feel lightheaded.

'Shit, my stomach.'

I'll bleed out, or get an infection if I don't deal with it now.

I roll myself over, feeling as if I weighed the weight of the sun, and brought forth a lick of flame. I compressed it, and began to cauterize my wound

*PAIN*

It hurts. But I'd much rather live than die bleeding out.

"ARGHHH, FUCK"

'It-s don-e'

I promptly fall unconscious.