Smash!
Ariawyn gritted her teeth as she was slammed into the wall. Even with the demon king weakened, he's pretty strong. Just herself, she wouldn't have been able to keep up for long.
However, it isn't like after all this time, and she didn't leave any damage.
She has always been fast on her feet.
"Demon King, Xeron. You Time ends Now!" a loud familiar shout left the two combatants stunned.
'I forgot about him,' Ariawyn thought lightly in her head.
[Well, I think it is questionable. On how he'll beat the demon, King. Maybe it's like what Rachel said 'he'll win by some B****** magic]
'You quite talkative lately.'
[I do not get much screen time]
Edward ran straight toward the demon king, with magic enhancements by his harem. He took a swing at him, and his sword skills were genius level, but, of course, they had to belong to a battle idiot with no strategy or skills.
Xeron looked at the hero destined to kill him with 'This is it?' face. He then glanced at Ariawyn, who had her head turned, and hands folded. Her expression showed an 'I don't know this fool' look.
"Really?!" Xeron projected to Ariawyn's mind. And her stance relaxed as her injuries started to heal.
"No Comment," she said back as she backed off and allowed the fight between the demon King and hero to commence. With the demon King just taking the fight with ease. Cause all the hero had was skill and a cool sword.
"Should I fake die, and we fight later?!"
"...." Ariawyn shrugged her shoulders
"Ariawyn! What are you doing just standing there?!" yelled one of the female companions; that one doesn't really need to remember.
Ariawyn couldn't help but roll her eyes as she felt a mocking gaze on her. She looked over and started shooting arrows with no clear target. But, no one was paying attention other than a demon king. Who was clearly laughing at her on the inside?
After about an hour of playing....
"Ahhhh, You have defeated me. But, Foolish human, you and the lesser races have long lost…..hahaha" he laughed maniacally, but one could tell he was faking.
However, judging by the faces of the female companions and the hero. She made a face that seemed to have disconnected from the world as she disappeared from the building unnoticed, not caring about how far. Xeron was going to take his game.
She found herself in a clearing. She ripped off her necklace and threw it into the air. It created an invisible field.
"Are you ready" Xeron appeared not too long later, with a refreshed smile.
"Let's not waste any more time," Ariawyn said lightly. "One Attack, our Strongest. Against each other." She said.
"Oh, I see. So that's why you created a field."
"I don't want to draw the attention and celebration from the hero's party."
"You care?"
"No, not really. I think it's necessary."
"..." Xeron raised an eyebrow.
Ariawyn raised her bow and pointed it at Xeron, who responded with both his hand transforming and holding up, building dark energy.
Light vs. Dark.
Both of their abilities charging up.
"One attack."
"One that will decide the death of both of us or one of us."
"Yes." Ariawyn closed her eyes, she called for a little more power and some not her own buried deep under the surface.
It wasn't long before they released their attacks upon each other. And in a beautiful explosion of colors consuming the darkness. The victor is clear.