Chương 15: Outnumbered

With a mix of anger and dizziness, Venator managed to form the blue orb in his hand, clenching into a fist, he slammed it into the snow. Around him, spikes of ice pointed at all directions spawned from the very earth.

The figure stopped his magic, leaping back in surprise at the sight, the jagged points nearly piercing him just as he leapt back.

"What the-" He stood shocked behind the spike wall.

Venator stood up, gaining his focus back as a blue flame burned in his hand.

The figure readied his hand again, black smoke rose up from it. As his hand raised up to exact confusion once more, an orb of flame darted at him, his chest grazed the burning orb as it slammed into the building behind him, leaving a large black charred spot, dissipating into it.

Venator unsheathed his sword, bearing a face of hatred, glaring at the shocked figure with his hood down.

Snapping his fingers, the wall shattered into bits. The figure stared at the sight in front of him.

"Even works on this?" Venator asked himself, shocked as well at what he did.

"You need to die." The man's face soon changed to a face of seriousness, in his right hand, a short axe while the other hand continued smoking black.

Venator lunged forward, close to the man, his focus became blurred, but through annoyance and bitter hatred at the irritating power. He crashed his blade down fast.

The daze went away as the man fell back.

Soon, Venator began his offensive. He swung his sword around, the man with no chance to attack started parrying, with each slash parried, Venator's attacks strengthened, expelling more energy with each attack.

Ice slammed into Venator's side, sending him through the snow, his attack ceasing. The man breathed heavily, tired from being on the defensive.

From the building, the other hooded users exited, their hands glowed red and blue as they stared at Venator, getting up from the ground.

With his hand on his knee, Venator got up, shards of ice rested near him. Taking his sword from the snow next to him.

He began coughing, gripping his hip as he felt the blunt pain. His eyes stared at each user, slowly his eyes drifted at each one, staring down on him.

He immediately formed a thick ice dome above him as the users began bombarding him. Hearing the noise of bouncing ice and the streaks of flame hitting the dome.

"I'll have to shift ice and fire a whole lot now, issue is, i need to divide them." Venator began forming a plan. He looked at each one, some bore hoods while others showed their faces as they continued looking through the transparent ice as streaks of red and shards of blue struck the dome,

"I need to stop the leader from using that damned spell before he can hit me, the rest, perhaps burying them in ice could work for a short time." He thought in his mind.

In a minute, he stood up, with a new plan in mind as he looked up, taking a deep breath for the fight ahead.

The dome broke down, melting and cracking from the barrage. Sheathing his blade, both his hands glowed up in different colors.

With one snap, the ice broke, the fight resumes.

He aimed his arms, firing streaks of ice and fire at them, shifting from each one as he became hit by shards and burns, stumbling around. The man raised his hand up, but ceased as a mix of ice and fire charged at his direction.

He frantically aimed around, trying to prevent them from fighting back. With his ice, he slammed blocks into them, throwing them into the snow as their bodies quickly became buried under a dome of ice, a few managed to block, fighting back once more with their own magic.

An orb of flame struck his chest as one of them managed to land a hit.

Confusion hit him as he prepared to strike the man, disoriented he threw a block of ice he built up in his hand.

The ice struck the man in the chest, sending him back to the building, breaking through the structure.

With the man gone, he shifted his attention to the remaining users, looking at their leader in shock, quickly turning their heads back to Venator.

Ice and fire flew in the air as they ran around, trying to land a hit on each other.

Fire burned in both of Venator's hands as a sense of energy hit him, pushing him to fight faster.

In the heat of the moment, blue fire soon became airborne from Venator's hands, blue streaks smashed into the users, desperately fending it off with ice and fire of their own, a user soon became engulfed in the blue fire, unable to stop it as he ran around aflame.

The remaining users stared at horror as they still tried defending themselves.

Venator got closer, taking out his sword, In one swift swing the user in front of him fell dead, leaving one more remaining in front of him, the user stared back at him, a face of fear quickly turning into hatred.

He swung around, grazing and hitting the user as he became weakened more and more by the sword.

As the blade began swinging forward, the user grabbed it, grabbing Venator's hand as well.

Venator stared shocked as the user's hands glowed blue, feeling the immense cold begin penetrating his hand and the sword beginning to freeze. Venator began trying to get off his grip but to no avail.

In seconds, ice slowly consumed the sword, frost and ice enveloping it, feeling the intensity of it with his hand.

Blood slowly began freezing from the user's hand, squeezing tighter on it while the frost became colder and colder, bearing a darker hue of blue.

Soon, he released it, falling to the ground, succumbing to his injuries, tired and near death. Venator stared at his sword, seeing the thick ice on it, from the very tip to the bottom of the hilt, consumed by the ice. Feeling the cold from his hand and the frost that struck his wrist.

While he stared at it, he immediately turned around, in front of him, the leader lunged with his axe. He raised his arm up, attempting to parry it.

With one strong slam down with the axe, the sword shattered above him. The axe went through, burying into his shoulder as he was kicked to the ground.