Genis Vs Arsene

Illusionary step

Flickering around the stage, I dodged Genis charged as two clones of myself charged towards Genis. While my real self stood a safe distance away as a ball of black flames grew within my palm.

With my mind focus, I began compressing the flames, making them as small as a marble. A terrifying amount of heat assaulted the stage as Genis gasped when he realized the illusionary clones faded away.

"ARSENE!!!" HE howled as he raised his greatsword high in the sky, "Imperial Destruction,"

Abruptly a massive sword appeared in the skies above the arena as he bellowed. His sword began to shine again as the massive Arte above grew even stronger, sucking qi from heaven and earth away, while the space around me became frozen again. However, I was ready as I controlled the darkness element to blend with my body as I slipped out of the frozen zone. Leaving an illusion of me behind...genjutsu bitch.

A massive explosion sounded, shattering the very ground below me as the blade shot through my illusionary body. While Genis roared in pleasure, "Die, you bastarded. That mother of your's will be following you soon,"

"Really?" I deeply stated in his ear.

With a horrid gaze, he turned towards me, or rather Dragonsbane that was pointed towards his head with a small flaming ball at the end of the tip,

"Impact," I whispered.

"BOOOM!!!"

A massive explosion annihilated the entire stage, blasting Genis and me away as blood gushed from my mouth, but Genis was even worse as half his skull was blasted off, while the rest of his body was consumed in flames. His screams echoed out as he rolled on the floor.

The winds from the entire arena grew wild as an insane heat assaulted the entire area. Flames black as night poured everywhere like rain as many instructors sped to quench some of the flames that got too close to the audience.

The sweet scent of sizzling flesh filled my nose as I slowly rose from the ground. Blood leaked from my forehead, tracing down my cheek as my vision slowly became blurry. Yet, a cool sensation soon began to fill my body.

Feeling my physique slowly growing strong, I beamed as I felt the gate of fire pulsing deep within me. Suddenly a burst of Qi rushed out of Genis as his blade shined with a golden light. Disgust flashed through my eyes as his wounds began to heal.

With widening eyes, I shot forward using my movement arte, sending a ruthless flaming kick to Genis's face blasting him high in the air. Teeth exploded out as a sob sounded from Genis. Nevertheless, I was not done as Dragonsbane was thrust hundreds of times in quick succession.

Genis had regained some awareness, but he still failed to stop some of my attacks, only managing to block some of my fatal strikes. Over fifty large holes filled the young prince as he could not move in the air.

"ENOUGH! Stop this match at once, Grimlor," A powerful voice shouted as I felt a force crush down on my body. Unfortunately for that person, the darkness was around me, protecting its child with its blessing.

With a hint of carnage, I dropped Dragaonbane as Genis crashed into the platform, powerless to catch himself due to his injuries. Imagining a dragon hundred of heads from Greek Mythology, my arm was thrust forward as I roared, "Dragon of the Darkness Flame,"

Feeling a little prideful, my inner otaku came out as I remembered one of my favourite characters using the same technique. However, to my awe, a terrifying Aura poured out from my arm as an unholy majestic black flame charged out.

With a scream of anguish, I gasped as all my Qi vanished, leaving almost nothing left in my dantian. Blood gushed from my arm, only for it to evaporate into oblivion. My left eye began to pulse as I could feel a sinister dragon claw its way out from my arm.

The heat became so unbearable that even Victoria had risen some strange talisman coving both her and Genis. With one final roar, hell was unleashed as everything within the arena was turned to ash in an instant.

As if a Volcano was unleashed, ash filled the heavens raining down over Pendragon as I ARSENE! stood alone surrounded by magma. A burst of savage laughter filled me as I roared with delight at the power. My entire arm was gone, but that could be mended.

Looking up at the blackened skies of Pendragon, I felt pride, "Get me an elixir that can regenerate a new arm." I commanded one of my heaven rank servants hiding in the ash.

"You crazy bastarded," Victoria roared as she blasted herself out of the magma. With a dishevelled appearance, she dropped the unconscious Genis in a safe location before clutching my shirt.

"Why would you use a Legend like that!?" She questioned, pointing at the devastation around me, "You destroyed all the arenas and put millions of lives on the line."

"She is correct; that was foolish young Inquisitor." An elderly man with long grey hair and square-like eyes commented, "...But to actually use one is a miracle."

"Yes...but what legend did you use," Grimlor inquired in a hushed tone admiring the ash that covered the capital.

Legend? What the hell are they talking about...Maybe there are just bewildered by my greatness. Am I too much for this world?

"Umm, what are legends" I proudly asked, still feeling high from my conquest.

Slapping the back of my head, Mother appeared glaring at me, "Do you remember the spell I used at the Snow Estate. That was a Legend; it's where we summon power from a greater source, usually something or someone from a forgotten era." She explained, "But it usually requires a massive incantation or a special connection. For you use it by accident means that whoever you called upon is closely related to you."

Pausing, it suddenly hit me, as I thought of a dragon with hundreds of heads when I cast that spell or rather Arte."Typhoeus!" The mythological dragon that would have killed Zeus if not for his Lightning bolts. The legendary beast that was banished to Tartarus for his crime...FUCK YAY!!!

Drooling with pleasure, I laughed only to be struck again by Mother and Victoria as they both pointed towards the sky, "You idiot look at what you did,"

Puckering my lips, I shrugged, "No one's dead," I exclaimed, eyeing the half-dead prince.

Grimlor sighed before flying high up in the air as he gazed at the audience, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are sorry, but the tournament will have to be placed on hold. Please return tomorrow for the finals." Grimlor shouted a thunderous amount of boo's, and cheers filled the air.

Smirking, I suddenly became cold as I swallowed the pill one of my men had given me. I bowed towards the elderly man while he eyed me with an inquisitive look. "Grandmaster Selma, it's an honor to meet you." I respectfully uttered.

Selma, the man before me, was one of the few people I had always wanted to avoid at all cost. He is like Gray and Me, thinking hundreds of steps in the future. A man that had led the strategy in the destruction of Gramor. If there was anyone who was one of my greatest adversaries at the moment, it would be this man.

With a friendly grin, he cuffed his hands, "You are an inquisitor now. No need to bow before anyone anymore, Young Ashen One." He stated, analyzing my entire body as it healed at a rate visible to the eye.

"Shall we head to his highness's castle, Grandmaster?" I asked as I felt a powerful qi wrapped around every Heavenly master in the area. Space began to twist and bend as if melting as we appeared in a magnificent throne room filled with gold and silver.