Chapitre 32: Thirty-one
The fight between Akira and Eloise had been raging on for what felt like an eternity, the passage of time marked by the ebb and flow of their fierce battle. The tension in the arena was palpable, with every passing minute adding to the mounting excitement and anticipation of the spectators.
Right from the start, Akira had displayed his prowess and skill in the arcane arts, gaining the upper hand over Eloise. His command over powerful magic enabled him to effectively neutralize Eloise's fire manipulation abilities, leaving her helpless and unable to conjure flames or shield herself from fire-based attacks. This advantage was evident in the smug smirk that adorned Akira's face, a visual representation of his unwavering confidence in his imminent victory.
Meanwhile, positioned at the opposite end of the expansive arena, Eloise faced an uphill battle. Despite the setback she experienced, she refused to succumb to despair. The stakes were high, and Eloise was determined to prove her worthiness of a coveted position among the esteemed Council of 10. With adrenaline coursing through her veins and an unwavering resolve shining in her eyes, she pushed through the pain and injuries she had already sustained.
As Akira menacingly pointed his pistols in her direction, the atmosphere crackled with electric anticipation. The trigger was pulled, and bullets of pure magical energy burst forth, leaving luminous trails in their wake that seemed to defy the laws of physics.
Eloise's nimble attempts to evade the projectiles fell short, and she winced with each impact as the searing pain coursed through her body. Her right shoulder, left leg, and stomach bore the brunt of the assault, their wounds bleeding and staining her once-pristine uniform. However, she refused to allow the agony to dictate the outcome of the battle.
"So, Eloise, you find yourself in a very complicated situation," Akira taunted with a smug smile plastered across his face, relishing in his perceived dominance.
Gritting her teeth and clenching her fists tightly, Eloise met Akira's gaze head-on. She refused to let his arrogance and self-perceived superiority undermine her spirit. The love for fire magic burned fiercely within her, a flame she had tirelessly nurtured and refined through countless hours of dedicated training. She was determined not to disappoint her friends and mentors, the ones who had placed their trust in her and offered unwavering support.
Realizing that her current strategy was proving ineffective, Eloise made a daring decision. She resolved to close the distance between herself and Akira, engaging him in intense hand-to-hand combat. It was undeniably a risky move, but she understood that seizing the opportunity was paramount.
Akira's reliance on reloading his pistols after each shot and his relative inexperience in close-quarters combat were her opening, her chance to turn the tide. Eloise drew strength from her exceptional physical condition and the proficiency she had attained in hand-to-hand combat through relentless dedication.
Summoning every ounce of bravery within her, Eloise sprinted towards Akira, employing a zigzag pattern to make her trajectory unpredictable. Akira reacted swiftly, firing his pistols in rapid succession, but his shots missed their mark. In this momentary lapse of focus, Eloise seized the opportunity, delivering a powerful kick squarely to Akira's face. The impact sent him stumbling backward, blood streaming from his now-broken nose. Unrelenting, Eloise followed up with a quick succession of punches, striking him in the stomach and then the jaw. Akira coughed up blood, the pain etched across his face, yet he stubbornly clung to his pistols, refusing to yield.
In a desperate bid to regain control, Akira retaliated with a forceful blow to Eloise's temple, sending her crashing to the unforgiving ground. The spectators held their breath, their collective gaze fixated on the unfolding spectacle. It seemed as though Akira was primed to deliver the final blow, raising his pistols once more with the intention to end the fight. But Eloise was not ready to concede defeat just yet.
In that critical moment, as Akira poised to strike the final blow, a loud voice cut through the tense silence, resonating throughout the stadium. "Eloise, you can do it!" Jade, screamed at the top of her lungs, her voice brimming with unwavering belief and encouragement. The entire audience was in awe of the tremendous struggle playing out before them.
Summoning a wellspring of inner strength, Eloise defied the odds. Despite her battered state and the searing pain coursing through her body, she managed to rise from the ground, defying her injuries with sheer determination. Her eyes locked onto Akira's, and a glimmer of hope sparked deep within her being. Miraculously, her fire magic began to rekindle itself within her core, gradually returning to her grasp.
The circumstances surrounding its resurgence remained a mystery, be it the unintended consequence of Akira's actions or Eloise's unyielding spirit pushing beyond her limits. Nevertheless, there was no time for contemplation; she had to seize this golden opportunity.
With unwavering resolve, Eloise extended her hand toward Akira, calling forth a torrent of blazing flames. The ferocious inferno surged forward, engulfing Akira's pistols in a cataclysmic explosion. Startled and wracked with pain, Akira screamed as the burning remnants of his once-formidable weapons slipped from his grip, consumed by the intense flames. Taking advantage of his momentary disorientation, Eloise leaped onto him, delivering a final, decisive blow to his already battered nose, rendering him unconscious.
A hush fell over the arena, the silence punctuated only by the echoes of the intense struggle that had unfolded. Then, a wave of applause erupted, reverberating through the stands. The announcer's voice resonated, proclaiming Eloise's hard-fought victory and officially inducting her as the newest member of the prestigious Council of 10.
A sense of triumph washed over Eloise, a testament to her unwavering determination and unyielding spirit. " I win" is all Eloise could say.
However, the physical and emotional toll of the grueling battle proved too much, and she finally succumbed to exhaustion, her body finally yielding to the demands of the fight and her sustained injuries.
Jade, witnessing Eloise's fall from the stands, hurriedly made her way to the arena. Concern etched across her face, she called out to Eloise. "Quickly, we have to take her to the infirmary!" she exclaimed, her voice laced with worry.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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