Untamed Rage

A smile crept onto his face. The joy of seeing his father lose and beg for mercy. It was so satisfying he could almost leap for joy. He neared his already powerless father, his sword blazing, eyes burning and his body thirsty for blood.

Without holding back, he gave the already weakened man a kick to the face and another to the torso. Killing him immediately only meant giving him rest. He was going to suffer, to feel the pain he had caused a lot of people.

He continued his bully not giving his father a breathing chance to recover. This was the right punishment for killing his kind, abandoning his son and even threatening to kill him too. He wasn't going off the hook easily.

Inferno took hit after hit falling and bleeding from all over. He knew what was going on, his son was torturing him. He had begged for death but it wasn't looking like his wish was going to be granted anytime soon. Mustering all the remaining strength in him, he grabbed his son's leg and returned the favor with a punch to the torso.

Angered by the realization that Inferno still had strength to retaliate, Edmund rushed at his father, his blade high ready to decapitate the man but a gush of wind had knocked him off his feet and flung him towards the nearest wall.

"What do you're doing Harold?" Edmund questioned angrily. Rage clearly written all over his body "This is between me and my father. Stay out of it!" He warned walking forward to where inferno knelt powerless but once again, the wind had blown him backwards clearly stating that Harold didn't care about what he said.

He launched forward at his friend, his eyes clouded with rage and his blazing blade held up high ready to descend on his friend who didn't put up any defense.

Realizing that Harold stood bare, unprotected, Caleb rushed forward blocking Edmund's attack just before it could hit.

"What's going on with you two?" He asked, his puzzled eyes fixated on everybody else's. He pushed back Edmund's blade accompanying the push with a kick that kept him distant enough from Harold.

"What do you think you're doing Harold?" Caleb repeated Edmund's question. His friends had lost their minds and there was no question about it. They were simply insane.

"I want him to see what he's become" Harold began, gliding forward to where Edmund still lay struggling to get out of the rubble he had crashed into. Promptly imprisoning the crawling Inferno inside a ball of air, he pulled his friend out of the rubble he was caught in. "Untamed anger can make you do things you won't be proud of. Killing your father would make you no better than he is" Harold explained calming the wild Edmund down.

Lucas watched the entire drama, Hayley by his side as he did so. She had been wounded on her shoulder by one the psychopath that laid dead on the ground headless and that he made sure of.

He had torn his shirt and tied up her injuries to prevent her from bleeding out after Edmund had burnt it to prevent infection. He regretted her coming along with them. It was without a doubt, a fact that she was the weakest amongst them and going against a horde of Elementals and trained swordsmen seemed suicidal. But she had refused his pleas and commands and stubbornly came after them and now she hurt but she wasn't caring one bit.

She had said death didn't scare her as long he was beside her but he wasn't even listening to what she said. He felt like tying her up and leaving her at a corner while they completed their task but knowing her, she would probably find her way out and when she did, things would not go so well for the two of them so he had brushed off the idea and given in to her stubbornness.

He had known the Triumvirates for a long time but he had never guessed that they'd have such bond. He had always expected jealousy amongst the three seeing that each trained trying to surpass each other and end up breaking past their limits and unlocking new potentials.

He had even fought alongside them and trained with them and they barely co operated. Each of them had enough power to handle their opponent so being in a team was kinda like a drawback. But Harold despite being the strongest never agreed with that. Even when the two got careless with their power or got distracted, he would always butt in and offer assistance. He was an ideal leader but he also respected his friend and his desicion.

She nursed her arm, trying her best to avoid eye contact with Lucas. He had warned her about the dangers but she wouldn't listen and she didn't regret coming with him.

She knew she was without second thoughts, the weakest amongst them all but that didn't bother her one bit. She wasn't here to compare or compete with anyone in terms of skills or power, she had come to help. This was not only for her to help the whole Elemental community, she had also come to make up for her crimes and finally justify her conscience. Death didn't scare her especially when she fought for the right thing alongside the people she loved, there was simply no better feeling like such and she didn't care about what anyone had to say. She would lay down her life for them if it ever came to it.

Warren stood beside Sian who nursed the injuries Nathaniel had sustained. He was lost in thoughts and still awestruck by the power display they had just witnessed. He had easily lost against Harold and had trained endlessly without stop just to make up for the difference in their power level only to witness a power so great it made him look like an amateur.

Warren cursed himself inwardly, he was still weak when compared to the output of the two combatants he watched now. He had been playing his whole life taking those training sessions as real battle never realizing that he hadn't started. He was going to get stronger, for him, for Sian and for his loved ones.

Harold could feel it, the air giving way as something soared through at incredible speed. He could feel the power of the incoming attack and without hesitation, he jumped out front, out of their little circle and created several domes of air to ward off the incoming attack.

A blade soared past him and his friends and soon he realized where the attack was aiming for, Inferno. He wasn't fast enough but he managed to create an extra dome of air around the recovering man, accompanied by an earth barrier Nathaniel had also managed to set up around just before the blade reached its target, breaking past the earth wall, the second air dome and finally failing at the prison but didn't leave it in one piece.

It was impossible, Harold thought. He had read that attack, the direction of the wind and everything else before he blocked but for the projectile to suddenly change directions without him even noticing the slightest deviation in air current and the environment was totally unbelievable, such power couldn't possibly exist unless.....

He could feel the air growing more and more dense and with every passing second, the malevolency of his aura grew. He was coming here without a doubt. The surge in inferno's powers must have surprised him and he had come to discover what could make Inferno unleash such power.

It was now obvious, the others could now sense him and they could all feel the difference in power even when he hadn't even surfaced. He was close enough now, that domineering aura, the evil that accompanied it and the attack that had appeared out of nowhere only could mean one thing. He was here, Alexander.