Chapter 29 : The Cripple And The Prodigy (3/?)
aAjel looked at the girl , his eyes illuminated with the red tint that had shocked Ashe into a cold sweat.
She had never taken a life , as she was something her mother couldn't afford to lose.
Ajel closed his eyes , before roughly sensing how much mana he had.
Completely dried out , but that arrow seemed to have taken a lot out of his opponent.
Ashe seemed lost in her eyes , as Ajel rushed up with all of the speed he could muster from his leg.
Compared to the agile and nimble huntress, he was just a drop of water in the ocean.
Ashe's eyes stuck to the ground , as she looked blankly.
...
...
....
why was she fighting?
to help the clan?
to become the warmother?
Ajel's words echoed in her head.
No , she wasn't fighting for anybody else in this moment , but for herself.
Ashe gritted her teeth , before she looked up to the sky.
Screams filled the stadium as the crowd eagerly watched the girl in silence.
Ajel stopped , as he observed the girl from a distance.
His eyes sharpened as shards of beautiful ice appeared around her.
Turning around and looking at Yvonne , Ajel saw the bag , which was next to her.
He had read the rules before.
Yvonne looked back to the boy , before she sighed and threw the bag down to the stadium.
Grena's eyes were solely focused on Ashe , as her face showed joy.
"A iceborn legacy... she really is the chosen one...." Grena looked like she was happy, but Yvonne only shook her head.
"Chosen one or not , she is your daughter. You should care about her wellbeing."
"She is a genius , one of a kind. We haven't had a awakening in many years...."
"Grena." Yvonne snapped , causing the warmother to snap back into reality.
Ajel took the bag , before opening it and taking out of the flask of the condensed mana.
What was this feeling?
he hadn't felt it for so long now.
But how could he have forgotten.
How he was pinned down by Sylas , the chains that curiously seeped after him and pinned him to the ground.
how could he possibly forget?
Ajel gritted his teeth , before looking to his left, before looking at the spear that he had threw at Ashe earlier.
Shards of ice , the size of a pen , were flew at Ajel in the number of hundreds , which caused Ajel's back to raise.
Using the shaft of the spear, Ajel's eyes pickedu p on those which were rapidly heading toh is location nad used his spear to block the vital ones.
Ajel felt as ones that he couldn't block graze his legs , his arms , and his already beaten up face.
Ajel looked down , before he touched the wounds.
the sharp pain that intensifies with his prodding caused him to raise his eyebrows as he slowly looked up to Ashe.
"..."
Ashe's expression was situated on the floor , as it was almost like she was fixated in her little world.
One of pure hatred , it seemed.
Another awakening.
Looking down to his flask and continuing to drink from it , Ajel felt that 25% of his mana had been restored in around 3 minutes.
How was he meant to beat ice and somebody that had achieved a new form of power?
gritting his teeth , Ajel felt a group of words slip towards his tongue.
"I surrender."
But they didn't come out. Something in his heart burned for this fight , something that edged him on even when he was pushed against a wall against a immovable foe.
"/Do you surrender?/"
"/For such a tranquil voice your eyes burn with hatred./" Ajel grabbed his spear , before brandishing it in a manner that showed his unfamiliarity with this compex weapon.
Ashe eyes were empty , before she simply swiped her hands.
The same attack made Ajel groan as he looked down towards his spear and sighed.
He didn't know how much longer he could persist for.
Blocking the vital ones , Ajel was once again barraged by a storm of ice crystals which brutually and savagely tormented his body.
Each strike caused him to falter a little bit more , as he started to become more and more sluggish.
Another wave went.
And another.
The endless maelstrom of ice that illuminated and felt like the sharpness of glass.
Ajel looked down , where his body was tormented by endless cuts that stinged even without his attention not put into them.
And then he felt his body slowly start to droop.
The blood lost has made his legs go numb , as he fell onto the sandy ground with nothing present on his face.
"/Weak./" These words drifted into Ajel's ears , as his pure neutral face was instead replaced with a intense hatred.
"Weak." The same words that Sylas said to him , when he saw his sister brutally meet her end , and the end of his leg and his eye.
Weak.
Weak.
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Ajel gripped his hand on the spear beside him , as a red aura enveloped him.
Ashe raised her eyebrows , as a wave of glass shards suddenly was sent at Ajel.
Her intelligent eyes briefly put away her anger as she restored her rationality.
This person , it didn't feel like Ajel.
She didn't know how to describe it.
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Grena's observant eyes looked at Yvonne , as the later stared down at Ajel below.
"What is it-"
" a embodiment of his hatred and his killing intent."
Grena observed the boy.
"How did he get so much hatred for Ashe?"
"He didn't. This is the personification of his hatred and killing intent , but also his insecurity. In this case , his trigger is getting called weak."