Capítulo 207: Storm Mage
While Charlotte and Illococoo were dealing with Matilda, Michael and Loutiel were fighting as if they were long-time mortal enemies... Which they might be if either survived this day.
Michael had charged Loutiel while his body was still wrapped in Shadow Dance smoke, he was still slightly out of breath since his neck wound had only just healed, but that wasn't going to stop him from getting revenge.
"Hex! Shock!" Michael growls, extending his free hand inside the smoke and allowing the many ephemeral tendrils of orange lightning to scream towards his target. A small flash of smoke coats Loutiel's clothes, but don't seem to effect him as it should... Did he have magic resistance or a defensive artifact or something?
Loutiel easily dodges this however, wind picking up around him as he leaps back, looking almost as if he'd simply floated away from the attack. The Ether Shock spell smashes into the tree that had been behind him, blasting holes into its trunk.
While the white-haired storm-mage was in the air, he casually swipes his blade upwards towards the cloud of smoke concealing Michael, causing a large visible wind blade to shoot towards him.
Michael doesn't dodge, instead of using Blink Strike to appear midair behind Loutiel while attempting to skewer him. Unfortunately, he hadn't noticed the heavy winds around Loutiel, as the only real indication of it was the man's hair whipping around as if he'd stuck his hair out of a car window...
His strike veers off course as his body is sent flying through a nearby tree, he could feel a few of his ribs breaking from the impact, but they snap back together since Shadow Dance was still active. Michael shakes his head to fix his blurry vision and quickly gets to his feet.
"You should just give up, Michael. This is the end for you." Loutiel states matter-of-factly as he floats back onto the ground, looking no worse for wear. He flicks his sword and enters some sort of duelling stance, "Your strange magic and Gandalfr abilities won't be enough to win this. Even less so if you wish to protect your comrades." he says with a slight eye-smile that looks distinctly out of place on a battlefield.
Michael scowls and glances around at his friends who were doing their best to fight off the enemy soldiers, afterwards glaring back at Loutiel and having to force down his instinctual reaction to wring the man's throat. "You know, I never did like you, Loutiel. It doesn't surprise me that a creepy bastard like you would betray me, what, you just upset I never put out?" he sarcastically asks, causing Loutiel to raise a brow.
"I have no idea what that means... Nevertheless, I think we are done here." he states as he gestures his blade directly upwards, the clouds above them coalescing and darkening the area as rain begins to fall in large quantities.
"I'm not about to let you power up you fucking retard!" Michael shouts as performs the necessary footwork for the Blink spell. Loutiel anticipated an attack from behind, summoning a wind wall behind him with ease... But Michael appears at his left side instead, slashing at his neck.
Loutiel's eyes widen as he throws himself to the side, some of his hair getting cut from the strike as he dirties his white hair and outfit with mud. A growl rumbles from his throat at having his pride stung like this, so he swipes his blade down in Michael's direction, causing the sky to crackle.
*CRAAACK!*
Thunder erupts from the sky as a large arc of lightning comes slamming down towards Michael. It's so quick that he can barely react, only managing to raise Derflinger to intercept it. "OH, SHI-" he hears the sword utter before the spell hits, causing the area to flash with light.
Michael's arms almost buckle due to the sudden quick pressure forcing down on him, the lightning bolt striking Derflinger's blade and getting sucked into it... Mostly. Derflinger isn't able to absorb all of the energy at once, causing smaller tendrils of lightning to scatter around and into him, causing Michael's body to seize up as he tries to maintain control.
Luckily, the effects are not as strong as they would be due to his magic resistance. His clothes get scorched along with the plant life around him, but as soon as the lightning arrived, it dissipates, its energy used up and leaving Michael standing there smoking.
"Sword, you alright?" Michael asks, his eyes roaming the most rust-less blade that was currently glowing an ominous blue colour, sparks of electricity occasionally arcing across it.
"I think I hate you, Partner." the sword says, its voice sounding tired and warbling, as if it were speaking underwater.
"IMPRESSIVE! Let's see how you deal with another!" Loutiel excitedly exclaims, truly surprised that Michael had survived such an attack.
"NOT AGAIN!" Derflinger screams in what sounds like terror, but Michael wasn't about to let this albino douchebag berate him with spells and not fight back.
"DERFLINGER! USE THE MAGIC YOU ABSORBED OR SOMETHING!" Michael shouts, blinking in front of Loutiel and attempting to bisect the man in half.
Loutiel raises his weapon to block it, but it's only now that Derflinger decides to be useful... Kind of. Their blades clash and Derflinger releases his built-up magic in a burst, causing his blade to literally explode. Derflinger himself isn't harmed, but the release of magic is sudden enough to cause a shockwave that sounds eerily similar to the sound of thunder.
*CRACK!*
Both Michael and Loutiel are launched in opposite directions, Michael rolling to a halt a good distance away and while his opponent slams into an ice pillar that'd been summoned at some point that Michael wasn't really aware of, the sound of a bone-cracking ringing out in an oddly satisfying sound... At least, it was to Michael.
"Derflinger, that was dog-shit." Michael grouses as he gets to his feet and rolls his shoulder, preparing to go and finish Loutiel off.
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