Fruitless Resistance

"I'll be happy to talk all you want–as soon as you come with me to the Reverse Kingdom!" Constantine called out with a vicious smile, "--Until then, shut up and do your best not to die!" 

Just then, the grip the radiant warrior had on his cloak fell, leaving Jett flailing his arms as he tried to even grasp the clouds as not to fall, though quickly began plummeting from the grand skies. Perhaps with some luck, he could survive such a fall, but beaten and out of focus as he was, such gambits would more often than not result in death. 

Even so, primal fear set in as he rapidly descended from the sky, plummeting through clouds and grasping at nothing but cold air as he panicked. 

'Should I try to summon?! Should I rely on Blink?! Will it work at this speed?!' He thought. 

–Before he could settle on any one plan, he found his problem of falling to solve itself, though presenting another problem as the nebulous foe shot down like a shooting down, grabbing onto his leg as he passed by. 

He was being helplessly dragged down through the sky now, hearing the sizzling of Constantine' flashing radiance as he tried to kick his leg free, though the velocity made it arduous to resist. 

"If you accept the invitation now, we can end this—!" Constantine yelled out. 

"--You can shove that invitation up your ass!" Jett responded. 

Constantine laughed, "I hoped you'd say that! I wasn't satisfied yet!"

The speed kicked up from Constantine' celestial descent through the sky, overtaking Jett's body with g-forces that restricted his movements as he was powerless to break from his opponent's hold on his leg. 

"...Temporary summon, magic…times five!" He escaped the order from his lips. 

Before he could obtain any of his summon results, the descent suddenly stopped as Constantine began spinning him around amidst the air, moving him so rapidly that he lost all sense of direction before being released. 

"Maybe this will change your mind!" Constantine called out. 

Jett found himself being flung at rapid velocity, shooting through the sky like a bullet before crashing directly into the side of a mountain. The impact was enough to cause the land formation to shudder, cratering in its stone and mossy side as he laid there, breathless and stunned from the brutal landing. 

'I'm…alive?' He thought. 

Attempting to suck oxygen into his lungs came at a panicked struggle as the crash landing seemed to hit a "reset" button on his body as everything seemed to go haywire. 

'Breathe…Breathe, before you die, idiot!' He told himself. 

"...Ghhh…!"

Finally, he managed to refill his lungs with air, but it was only a minor step in his thread of problems as he found himself lodged into the bulk of an unknown mountain, feeling his entire body aching from the landing. 

As he picked himself up, pebbles and dust slid from his shoulder and head as he pulled himself out of the small crater his body had made in the mountain, coughing out as he felt as though many of his internal organs had been bruised. 

The mountain overlooked a lustrous valley of forests and vibrant fields, with Merdlum being seen in the far distance. 

'Just how far did he throw me…? I can certainly feel just how far in my bones…' He questioned. 

"...Hff…"

Just as he breathed out with a wince, "something" crashed down before him on the cloud-neighboring mountain, though he already had a good guess as to what, or rather, who it was. 

From the cloud of dust kicked up, the quartz-armored figure presented himself, stepping closer as he confidently stood before the bruised-and-bleeding man. 

"Surprised you're alive after that?" Constantine asked, smiling as his golden tufts flowed in the high-altitude winds, "Maybe you're starting to understand what we are–we're blessed in this world, us reincarnators. We don't break so easily–even runts like you." 

Taking a moment to wipe the blood from his bottom lip, a sharp glare shot up from Jett's eyes to Constantine. 

"Huh–?" Constantine let out. 

"Who the hell are you calling a runt, runt?!" Jett yelled out. 

Brought close to the radiant warrior, he slammed his palm against the figure's breastplate, invoking one of the newly-summoned temporary spells he initiated:

[New Spell Temporarily Obtained | (UR) Superior Soul Shock | Special Traits: Spiritually Brutal!] 

From the palm of his hand, nebulous sparks of a dark complexion unleashed in an unstable pulse, pushing the essence of the spell directly through Constantine' body by direct contact. 

"What're you–AUGHH!" Constantine was suddenly seized by constricting pain. 

The pulsating attack of ethereal darkness bound the ruthless general of the Reverse King, constricting him with the pitch-black coils of soul-rending electricity as he let out pained shouts. 

"You're tough as nails, but your soul isn't any more protected than a baby…! I told you to shove that invitation, didn't I?!" Jett told him. 

It was a vastly powerful spell, far more potent than any he currently owned within his arsenal–that much was clear by just how effective it was against the opponent who just a moment prior seemed invincible. 

"Auugh…!" Constantine let out. 

The golden-haired figure drooled from just how violently the soul-attacking spell dug its claws into him; his eyes ran bloodshot as his body convulses before–

"Enoughhhh!" 

Stomping down with enough unrestrained force to cause the mountain to tremble, Constantine took command of his body again, forcing Jett back, breaking the contact of [Superior Soul Shock]. 

'Shit!' Jett thought. 

Constantine coughed up blood, though was quick to spit it out from his mouth as he clenched his fist, "So, you've got some tricks…I'd be disappointed if you didn't." 

"I'm going to shatter that ego," Jett promised. 

"You'll try." 

As the radiant warrior charged him, this time, Jett noticed a difference; Constantine was noticeably more sluggish and lacking in that visceral speed he had prior–though there was no doubt he was still far faster than him. 

However, this made it possible to react to and subsequently, allowed Jett to [Blink] behind Constantine as his flash fist missed its target. 

'The damage done to his soul…It's weakened him! He felt that one–maybe, just maybe–I have a chance now!' He thought. 

"Huh–?" Constantine looked forward. 

[Wind Burst!]

Invoked without any restraint, Jett sent himself bursting forward with unstable speed, slamming straight into Constantine just as the figure spun around to face him. Straight off the side of the colossal mountain, the two flew off. 

"Ghh–! What the hell is your plan here?!" Constantine yelled out, "I can fly, but you'll fall like a brick, idiot!" 

"This is my plan!" Jett yelled out in return. 

As he wrapped his arms around Constantine' body while falling off the mountain alongside his foe, he once more invoked [Superior Soul Shock], one last time before it disappeared. 

"You–NNNNGH!" Constantine was seized once more by the soul-originating agony. 

Even while having his very soul throttled by the mystical, black electricity, Constantine repeatedly slammed his elbow against Jett's back, trying to loosen his grip. 

"Let…go!" Constantine said through clenched teeth. 

Though he held on as long as he could, the "Erupting Star" escaped his hold, leaking crimson fluid from his nose as he retaliated by sending a flashing kick directly against Jett's chest. 

"--Augh!" 

The force flung him back harshly, crashing him back into the side of the mountain, but it wasn't anything he didn't brace himself for. It hurt; everything hurt, but the adrenaline flooding his veins mitigated it as he prepared himself. 

"Temporary…ten times summon on the Standard Familiar Banner…Now!" He initiated. 

[Summon x10 Initiated!]