Chapitre 87: 86 - Sparing and Conflict
Michael swung his wooden weapon, as he took a step towards her, as her companions also advanced but not to fight.
Only to watch and cheer her on, arrogance oozed off of her as she began to walk, in a weird way.
Her walk was a mix of etiquette and a battle stance, that made her look very strange as she only allowed the end of her feet to meet the ground.
But as funny as it looked it was effective, as it not only gave her more reach but also made it hard to predict her movement.
'You dare to spar with an Elf, I'll teach you why you can't hope to compare with us!' She scoffed in her mind at Michael as she pulled out a green wooden short sword and Green wooden dagger.
Seeing her battle walk, Michael smirked as he cracked his neck, his eyes full of amusement stared at her.
Her brows furrowed upon seeing Michael's smirk and especially his leisure stance, as if he didn't take her seriously at all.
Rage filled her when she saw Michael rest his weapon on his shoulder and singled for her to attack with his hand.
And so she did, her right leg stretched out to the side, using it as a pivot she span around low to the ground and kicked straight at Michael's face.
Her heel rapidly grew closer, Michael remained completely unfazed by her kick, as instead of dodging or avoiding it, he stepped into it.
Using his free hand, Michael pushed her leg up higher while simultaneously he lightly tripped her right foot.
"What!" She yelled as suddenly her footing was kicked out from under her, causing her to fall down right onto her side.
"Ouch!" She voiced her pain while rubbing where she landed.
"Cough!" But Michael coughed bringing her out of her stupor, her face and long ears turned red as the reality of what just happened settled in.
Quickly getting up she stared daggers at Michael, while creating space between them.
'There's no way he saw through my foot work, i-it must be because I over extended myself, yes that's it!' At first the thought of him being superior popped into her mind, but her own ego and arrogance couldn't allow that to be the truth.
The group of on watching Elves face's slightly froze upon seeing how effortlessly Michael had dealt with their companions attack.
"I'll admit it, I let my guard down there but there won't be a second!" She first spoke softly but yelled the last as she attacked in a flurry of stabs and slashing.
Her Sword came in right for his neck, while simultaneously the dagger stabbed right towards his stomach.
"Ha!" Michael's only response to her words was a small but short laugh, and his response to her attacks was equally as short.
As he first used the pommel of his sword to smack away the dagger while also deflecting her sword along the wooden blade.
Not to be out done, she didn't even pause in her assault, as she continued to use her family's martial art to apply pressure.
But no matter how she attacked and from what angle, even when using the Leaf Step footwork.
She couldn't land a single strike on him, it was almost like he was toying with her, as though she was only something to pass the time toying with.
But this only further enraged her, as her once fast and precise offense, started to fall apart becoming random and without thought.
The longer she fought like this, the more bored Michael became, he thought that she'd give him a good fight but she completely failed.
As even though she was faster then both Victor and himself, she completely lacked any skill or flare in his eyes, unable to actually use her advantages properly.
Her attacks may seem excellent and above most her age in both skill and execution, but in Michael's eyes it was average.
She lacked the experience and skill of his teachers, the ever evolving and changing style of Victor.
She was too stiff, to stuck in others people's styles, making her moves to easily to predict.
Which only was worsened by the fact that if someone knew this battle art, they would easily know how to counter someone using it that hadn't made it their own.
This combined with the fact she bearly had any experience against an opponent like Michael, only amplified her flaws.
Sweating profusely She backed off, stunned her hands couldn't help but tremble.
The more she fought the more realisation set in that she was completely out of her league in this fight.
He was faster than her, stronger than her and by the way he easily dealt with her, more skilled and better trained then her as well.
There was no more arrogance on her or any of the other elves faces' anymore.
Taking a deep breath her eyes became focused, starring right at Michael she asked.
"How can you see through my Leaf Step?" This was the only way she could justify why he could easily see through all her attacks.
"Oh..? Well it took you a while to figure it out..." Michael paused for a split second, before a massive grin grew across his face at being found out.
"To be honest it's not that hard to see through it, when you using a completely flawed version, a mere imitation of the real thing." His words were like a warhammer slamming into her and the rest of the Elves.
"What there's no way!" Hearing the conversation between the two, the other Elves immediately denied it.
"What does this human mean that our Clans Battle Art is flawed?" This wasn't their arrogance making it impossible for them to knowledge it, no it truly was hard to believe what Michael just said.
"W-what do you mean flawed?" She asked with widened eyes.
"Oh, it's simple really, you see the version that you've all learnt is a lesser variation of the original, and even then you can't even use it properly yet." Michael explained while tapping his shoulder with his wooden sword.
"A lesser variation of the Original?" Her voice was filled with disbelief, before realisation set in as she now has a vague guess about his identity, and with it rage followed.
"YOU'VE BEEN MOCKING ME!" She yelled out in anger as she struck to attack, mana flowed throughout her body as she used her full strength.
= Swift Wind Barrage =
The air around her weapons glowed in a soft azure colour with the activation of her skill.
Once more she used her Leaft Step only this time she was under the affect of two wind support spells.
Both Light Step and Swift Step to decrease her weight and increase her speed.
The on lookers faces changed upon seeing her use abilities, she wasn't in the right mind anymore.
It was no longer a spar between students, it wasn't even a duel, now it was a battle.
One that Michael couldn't mess around with, as her speed skyrocketed making it hard for him to physically react.
"Bang! Boom!" Michael was forced to entirely focus on defence, using multiple tricks to defend against her barrage of slashs.
From purposely slightly slipping his own footing to dodge in an unpredictable angle or using her own force to interrupt her flow.
Her mana fluctuations spread with the fighting to the surroundings drawing over even more eyes, this included the newly arrived group of Elves.
"My Lady, If it is your wish to train I will range for a private room with the best facilities, or if you wish to spar then I will do my..." The leading male Elf spoke full of respect, but even though he'd lowered himself, an arrogant air still oozed from him.
Bright long free blonde hair, dark emerald eyes, a smooth face and skin, although he looked a bit feminine from afar it was impossible to mistake him as such.
He was a natural leader, full of charm and charisma, every move he made, every word he spoke all contained nobility.
You could only describe this handsome young Elf as a kind, well mannered, Noble and charming.
Alvar Fue Calla, the young heir of the Elven Noble house Fue Calla, one of the top 3 strongest Elven families in this area of the continent.
He was dashing, wearing a black elven suit, it's inside lined crimson, his long sleeves weren't even as one end was instead longer than the other, sitting over the back of his hands.
He is high above countless people, wealth power and authority are all in abundance for him.
But right now he was doing his absolute to be the best possible host to this Veiled female Elf.
Alvar could be described as a charming and kind young Bachelor, that seemed to glow in warmth and pride.
On the other hand the unknown Veiled Elf was like an untouchable goddess, one so pure and cold unaffected by the dust of mortals.
Her face was completely covered by a shimmering white sliver veil, that looked as if it was made from ice, as if snowflakes had joined together to create a soft piece of fabric, softer than any silk.
It was more of a work of art or a treasure then a veil, completely hiding the wear's face from view, making your imagination run wild to what lays hidden beneath.
Long flowing silver white hair with a long strand of light blue tied up lightly danced in the air, intricate beautiful sacred gems tied up and adorned her hair.
Like an frozen jewels strung together almost like a tiara only for her shimmering hair.
Unlike those around her she wore a plain white dress without any decorations or fancy lacing.
Which actually made her stand out amongst the fancy elven style clothing, granted her dress was made of the finest materials but it was clearly made to be low key.
"My lady?" Alvar asked Seeing her suddenly look over in another direction no longer paying any mind to him.
Following her gaze he spotted that a crowd had formed around two people sparing, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the Veiled Elf thought filled him.
So far he hasn't seen even a slight reaction from her until now, he didn't even know what she was thinking.
His left hand hanging by his side made a gesture to those behind him, conveying an order.
Upon this gesture two Elves separated from the group and walked over to the watching Wood Elves.
Pride exuded from the two but this pride couldn't compare to the two's arrogance, especially when they came before the Wood Elves.
"Tell me what's happening?" One of them spoke, his voice full of superiority as he looked down upon them.
"Sir..." The young Wood Elf lowered his head in front of him, before answering.
A sense of inferiority filled the Wood Elves as they looked upon the them with awe and respect.
This respect was for those of higher status and blood, as the two who came to enquire were Forest Elves, a higher bloodline by a full level.
Alvar watched as his two subordinates come back after obtaining the required information he'd sent them to get.
They both went to speak but stopped upon seeing the look in Alvar's eyes, so one came up to him a whispered in his ear before they backed off and joining the group again.
Alvar's mind run wild in thought before he respectfully turned to the Veiled beauty and spoke.
"My Lady it would seem that the commotion ahead is caused by the Spar between a Wood Elf and a Human."
The lady remained silent and cold, she didn't say anything or make any gestures to answer him, as she insisted took a light step forwards.
Alvar's brows jumped slightly but maintaining his warm smile he didn't miss a beat to continue to walk beside her.
Her steps were incredibly light and graceful, like the cold reflection of the slightly hidden moon upon the cold winter lake at night.
Alvar smiling once more gestured to those behind him secretly to get people out of the way.
Which they did by stepping slightly ahead to make sure no one got too close, like they had done before.
Unlike usual they were polite when asking people to move or to get out of the way, as they were under the instruction to paint Alvar in a great light to the Lady.
After making space Alvar and the Lady finally got a clear view of the cause of the ruckus.
Alvar frowned upon seeing the fight, disgust filled his gaze but he quickly hid it, not wanting to appear rude or break his carefully cultivated image in front of his special guest.
But he still couldn't accept what he saw, a fellow Elf was currently being easily toyed with to the point of frustration.
And never could his 'friends' and followers, Alvar went to speak his thoughts but before the words left his open mouth She spoke.
It was the first time she spoke today, her voice was ethereal and soft, with sense of not only elegance but power.
"She quite talented to be able to hold on this long.. And that human... He isn't taking this seriously." Her words completely caught them off guard.
"M-my Lady, you mean that..?" Alvar went to immediately deny the words but he stopped himself as he instead wanted to even if rude check that he had heard right.
"Yes My Lady, it would seem that human is still holding back, after all he hasn't used that yet." A voice interrupted Alvar, it came from a female elf wearing an elven style maid outfit, she was the personal servant of the Veiled Elf.
She also had silver hair but it wasn't tide up or decorated with the same level of expensive jewellery, instead it was a silver wire like tiara.
She was an absolute beauty and this was by elven standards, other's hearts couldn't help but flutter upon seeing her beauty.
Bright green eyes, long ears, silver eyebrows, pale rosey jade like skin that made her red lips stand out.
She looked out of at the on going fight, her whole person just as cold as her Lady.
"Yes, Eira." The Lady answered in agreement.
Alvar stared closer at the fight trying to figure out what the two meant, and the closer he watched the more he felt something was wrong.
And he wasn't the only one as those watching also realised, that there was one glaring issue in this fight.
'He's not using any mana!' Everyone suddenly realised that even though Michael's combat style was a bit weird, he had not once used any mana, skill, spell not a single one.
"You're mocking me again! Great Green heed my ple and cut apart my enemies, Woodland Iron Leaves!" Yelling as her face darkened, she stretched out her hands on top of each other, her palms facing Michael began to glow green as she used an offensive spell.
Small green leaves seemed to materialise in mid-air, trembling mana flowed into all 20 before flying out like a gentle breeze had blown.
At first the leaves flew at the same speed as if they were falling from a tree branch but they quickly increased in speed.
"Oh? Another spell.." Michael said to himself, his grip grew tight as his eyes focused on the flying leaves, a strange black with pale blue and a hint of green suddenly spread along his wooden sword before turning into a black shadow.
Michael opened his mouth softly and spoke.
"Death Slash!" He slashed down, across the magic leaves cutting them all in two.
"Nice spell but it's not enough." Michael smirked raising his weapon up, pointing it at her neck.
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