The Defiler Of The Holy

Sonnenträger's powerful golden aura blasted the surrounding flames away and left the two combatants, opposite to one another on a land scorched by the fire that could defile the very gods, unlike holy energy, the golden power that emanated from the hero was not hindered by the flame and could even overpower it.

Responding to the imminent threat, the god that resided within Vlasfimia, burned brighter, the flame coating the heretic became denser and more powerful, the left side of the defiler's face had become flooded with the fire and his right eye shined with a dark purple as he smiled like a lunatic.

In an instant, the scenery changed from a circle surrounded in flames to a scene of intense combat and destruction, the heretic clap his hand before him, sending a gigantic burst of flames with a boom, the attacks covered a wide area, to counter it, the hero did but a simple thing, he smashed the incoming barrage of fire with his golden infused mace, splitting the attack in two and allowing him to lunged forward, ending right in front of the heretic as if he had teleported.

The mace was brought down with enough force to cave the skull of a dragon but was stopped by the defiler's left hand, stopping it completely mid strike, Sonnenträger sent his other hand toward the face of Vlas, intending to punch him away but his fist was also stopped and the two were locked in place.

Without even a second passing, the two had the same idea at the same time and a loud sound was made, strong enough to force trees to lie down and to pierce ear-drums, this was caused by the clash of their heads as they both headbutted one another, forcing them to step back from the impact, however, the heretic did not let go of the hero and instead use the momentum given by the clash of their two foreheads to turn around slightly and throw the hero into the air.

Sonnenträger suddenly found himself in the air as the defiler propulsed himself into the air as well with a burst of flames, the hero saw that his opponent would soon crash against him but he did not panic and at the last moment, without any proper way to balance himself, still delivered a tremendously powerful blow with his mace making the heretic crash against the ground rising a high amount of ashes.

The hero landed on both of his feet and parried the projectiles aimed at him, the heretic had recalled the flame creations that shot attacks automatically as there power was not enough to get to the hero, meaning that these shots came from him directly.

Calculating for a bit, the hero kept on parrying the attacks using his free hand, grabbing a hold of the fire construct with a hand heavily infused with gold, this energy was unique to the hero and was thus named after its user, the heroic element.

It bore no clear weakness and could subdue anything if given enough power, allowing him to simply stopped the ranged attacks without any injuries.

The hero finished his short calculations and kicked the ground, jumping forward, the sound of this action only being heard after a bit as the hero placed his feet toward his target and dropkicked the heretic into the distance.

Not wasting any time, he immediately jumped to his feet and smashed the ground with his mace, causing a wave of gold to be sent where the defiler was launched but to the hero's surprise, the heretic was extremely quick to brush the hit off and ran straight through the wave without any consideration and shoulder bashed him in the chest pushing him back several meters and he felt the tingling of the flames burning his exposed skin.

He didn't have time to rest as Vlas immediately attacked him with an attack the hero had not seen at all up until now, Sonnenträger blocked a blade made of pure flames with the handle of his mace and pushed it back as he immediately attack, both of the fighter moved around the ashen arena as they started to perform a dance of brutality and might, their fight would end with one of them dead, none of the two would step back from this duel.

The heretic kept making weapons appear and disapper, melding weapons alongside his unarmed attacks as he relentlessly attacked, while the hero's fighting style had grace and valiance it, his was nothing but pure violence.

A slash managed to cut into the side of the hero, a swing cracked a bone in the heretic's forearm, a thrust pierced the left thigh Sonnenträger, a punch broke some Vlasfimia's ribs, both the heretical fire and the heroic energy intensified as the fight went by both of their strengths increased as they fought and sustained hits.

In this fight, none would be able to guess, who would come on top, an explosion of orange and gold pushed the two adversaries further from each other, at this point, both of them were bloodied and injured, that much was clear, however none of the two tired from this and they both kept their usual expression.

The hero remained calm and composed while Vlasfimia was escatic as to how this fight was going, a true situation of both life and death had not occured to him in so long, this was the thrill he loved and sought after, he ignored his injuries, they would all heal if he was to survive, so their was no need to cry over them, he looked straight at the hero, squinting his eye as he smiled like a madman.

"Now THAT'S what I call a fight!" he shouted without any reason before raising up a large amount of fire, forming it into a ball much larger than himself and throwing it up in the sky before it exploded causing an endless amount of flames to erupt from it, causing a rain of fire to fall upon the earth.

As the sky was covered and the light of the rising sun, covered by the orange flames, creating a true scenery from hell, both of the combatants rushed toward their foe, in their pitiful state, this clash was certain to be the last, certain to be the one that would decide the winner of this fight.

The sound of bones breaking and of flesh being minced was heard throughout the area, marking the beginning of a legend and the creation of another.

The victor stood strong while the defeated spat blood as he kneeled on the ground, even if felled, he still wasn't down completely.