“Well…what are you waiting for?! Get him!” She screamed, her usually calm face contorting in rage as she ordered all of the viewing soldiers to attack. She noted with a pique of concern that none of her archers leaped up to the attack.
With a heavy sigh, Omurai forced himself to his feet and steadied himself. He held his arms wide, and an arch of lightning sprung from right hand to his left, which formed into a swirling ball of wind and lightning. “I’ll teach you not to mess with a member of the royal Failyn family!” He said defiantly as the ball gained energy. “Wind Bomb!” He screamed with every bit of energy left in him as he held the orb upward, swiping it into his right hand, which retracted back as he did so. He stood there, waiting, his left hand held up high as if he was pleading with his homeland to grant him power. Finally, he switched his position, pulling in his left hand and throwing up his right, and the ball of energy with it. The ball spun into the air quickly, and in a flash, exploded into a horrific vortex of wind and lightning. The first few soldiers to near Omurai were simply shredded into tiny pieces by the deadly winds, as the ones behind them were slashed viciously. Bolts of lightning sprung forth here and there, and Omurai stood right in the middle, seemingly frozen in his position.
Suddenly, Omurai’s legs began to shake, until his entire body began to shake violently. He began to scream in protest as the wind bomb turned inward on itself. Fearing his magic would soon fail him, the wind adept closed his eyes and prepared for the end. Over all the whipping winds and screams of anguish, Omurai heard a sizzling thud nearby, and he popped one eye open to see what it was. To his surprise and relief, Asher landed on the ground nearby, his mighty full blade held across his back and a burning aura of energy covering him. His usual grin was replaced by a stern, serious expression. Grumbling some Vandekhan curse, Asher charged towards Omurai, both hands grasping his full blade. Suddenly, he started to spin in a circle, using the weight of his blade to keep up his momentum. Just before he reached the center of the wind bomb, he released his blade, sending it spinning up into the epicenter of the bomb. At the same time, he dove forward, crashing into Omurai and knocking both of them 5 feet away from the epicenter. As Asher’s full blade met the bomb, it interrupted the magic and causing the blade to go spinning in the opposite direction. The spell ended abruptly, and a thunderous blast of lightning erupted from where the bomb was, reaching up into the sky and down towards the ground in a might flash.
When all the dust had cleared, Asher got up and took a look of his surroundings. Nearly every soldier in the arena was either dead or severely injured. He turned his attention towards Omurai, who was coughing from the dust on the ground. Asher helped his friend up and looked up towards the prestige box. To his dismay, a large black shield covered the entire opening. Obviously, Julia lived on. Grumbling, Asher turned back towards his full blade, which was wedged into the far wall of the arena.
Omurai, who was still finding his balance, looked over at Asher and gave a thankful smile. “Do you have my weapons…?” he asked in a gasping breath.
“Aye, that I do,” Asher said, patting the fine katana and wakizashi resting on his belt. “I have your other stuff somewhere safe.”
“Ok…we’re going to need to get it,” Omurai said. As if on cue, he looked over and noticed the dark shield protecting the prestige box.
“Already on it,” Asher assured Omurai, running off towards his full blade.
“I failed to control it once again…” Omurai mumbled to himself, his shoulders slumping. “Oh, why am I so weak?”
Asher returned a few moments later, carrying all of their supplies. Omurai returned to the hallway that took him into the arena, for the gate had been shattered by a lightning bolt, and changed back into all of his gear, leaving the prisoner clothing behind in the hallway for who knows what.
“We’ve got a problem,” Asher said as soon as Omurai joined him. “Guess who’s coming out of their shell?”
Standing alone in the prestige box, her hair flowing with energy and her face contorted in rage, stood Julia.
“H-how dare you! You chose to defy the order of Bladenheart?!” Julia screamed, showing the first true signs of anger.
“Seems that way…” Omurai said with a weak chuckle.
“Fine…fine! I’ll just kill you myself,” Julia said, suddenly calming as a wry grin formed on her face.
“How much energy do you have left?” Asher asked Omurai quickly.
“Enough to do what I think you’re planning to do,” Omurai responded, tossing a mischievous wink towards the fire adept.
Both looked up in time to see a large ball of crackling dark energy soaring towards them. Thinking quickly, Asher brought up a wall of fire that temporarily blocked the dark energy, but it quickly tore through the wall and continued on its path. Not quick enough, however, as the two adepts spun on their heals and darted towards the opposite wall.
Summoning up what little energy he had left, Omurai created a whirlwind spinning towards the stands. Asher suddenly lit the whirling aflame with his magic, turning it into a towering tornado of fire. The tornado crashed into the stands, blowing away everything in its path. Soon, a path was clear for the two to continue. Asher started to run off again, but Omurai stumbled forward and passed out due to exhaustion. Asher caught his friend before he could hit the ground and ran off carrying him under his right arm, his left one carrying his full blade across his back.