[project: Legard] Chapter 5 - Lightning: Behold The Judgement From Heaven

Volume: 1 | Enter 'Dragon' Chapter: V

John Voltron

Project: LEGARD Lightning: Behold the Judgment from Heaven Phoenix; though being nearly mortally wounded, was somehow holding his own against the now power driven Leader Amalgam. This wasn't quite the case a few moments ago though. Few moments ago, when he had been at Dragon's [Henceforth will be referred to as Agnar] side witnessing his gruesome end at the hands of the Leader. And this had all happened because Agnar wanted to protect him. The Leader had figured this move to be a weakness for Phoenix, but it was quite contradictory to what the Leader had anticipated. As soon as Phoenix had heard Agnar's pulse get lower. In an act of rage, quietly left Agnar's body to rest, and had walked up to the Leader. But next is what the Leader had not even thought of. As soon as the Leader thought this would be a good chance to get rid of him due to his emotional instability. Phoenix caught the Leader's arm at the wrist as soon as he was going to finish him off. And then in an arrogant and vengeful voice he had said, “Are you done?” “Not yet my boy, I still have one more insect to clear before I can report to...” “So you are finished..”, quickly cut in a tense Phoenix,

before unsheathing his sword and slicing the Leader's arm like it was lettuce spilling blood like it was carrot juice all over the cool desert floor. The Leader quickly used his speedy steps to get a clear distance from Phoenix, and for the first time ever in this fight the Leader was sweating, he was clearly not at ease at all, not because of the arm though. It was because he knew Phoenix was yet hiding his true powers from him. He thought to himself again, that he needn't worry since he was holding back a bit as well, but the impassiveness of the Phoenix's battle techniques literally scared the shit out of the 12 or so foot monster. He trembled wondering what the heck could be coming his way next. But he was already too late and too deep. Before he could gather his courage to deliver a speech he thought would intimidate Phoenix, even by the slightest bit. The light that had now been gathering around Phoenix like last time, made the monster speechless. Slowly but steadily the light started encircling him soon he was drowned in it. This time, how ever all around this aura, another aura, resembling that of extremely temperate fires were surrounding him, and getting nearer and nearer by the second. The Leader was getting anxious and dumbfounded by now. He didn't know what was coming; conversely he didn't even know how to counteract. He was currently a sitting duck, and he could see some fire finally settling on Phoenix and then slowly dancing on his body. His light gray eyes had transformed from their earlier calm and dependable nature to the now fearsome and unstable ones. Phoenix's hair was also beginning to show properties of being fire itself. Although only by a short glance, Phoenix had transformed into something that was looking as though it was a mini inferno, ready to dish out all of the fire it had for some fierce destruction. “So are you finished?”, asked Phoenix again,

And in the next second the Leader trying his best had lost sight of him. And to his horror he had been right behind him. He knew because he had just now tasted the heat from Phoenix's flame, it was too terribly hot he thought, how could a human possibly live like that, the best he tried the best he failed to answer that, even though he was in no position on challenging such trivial questions at a time like this. He barely sidestepped his doom when Phoenix swung down his sword which also was bursting in flames. 'What the hell is he?!', thought a demon to himself. Looking back at Phoenix and trying his level best not to be intimidated by the prey, the Leader stared right back into his eyes. He noticed that Phoenix indeed possessed a lot of potential, but he remembered his master again, and his fear seemed to diminish considerably, he had remembered the pact that he and many other Leader Amalgams had made with the master. He had resolved in his mind, he was definitely not going to get blown into oblivion by this inferior human. He was finally ready to use that, and he knew that once he would enter that territory there was no going back, but at least he could prove himself worth for his master. Looking with the same terror with which he had destroyed Agnar's town a decade back, he looked at Phoenix, and began his final monologue before the big fight, “I underestimated your potential boy!”, he said. “And...?”, replied a pissed Phoenix. “I finally think I know how to beat you!!”, said an overconfident Leader, “Oh yea?”, inquired Phoenix, “Precisely!”, answered the Leader. “Well lets see if you're calling my bluff, I'll go all out, Hyaaa!!”, yelling so he leapt towards the Leader like a leopard pounces towards its prey, his sword completely immersed in an undiminishing flame.

Just seconds before Phoenix could make impact, the Leader yelled out loud gathering every bit of demonic aura that he had. He thought to himself, 'Sorry master, but I'm going to have to use that, for the glory of the world's controllers beyond the gate!', with these thoughts as the source of his power, he yelled,

“Dämon-Weise-Ausgabe” [German Translation: Demon Mode Release] Demonic aura of the worst kind started emanating from the creature. The aura was unnatural and in the strangest way. Even out in this desert, the plants that had adapted were slowly wilting away. It was as though the now monster had sucked away every positive emotion from the vicinity. Even the now battle ragged Phoenix, couldn't help but let out a shriek when that aura had first started sucking out his positive emotions. The appearance of the Leader had changed dramatically; and in a big way at that. Those gigantic horns that were resting uneasily on his cramped forehead had now seemed to shrink, so much so to the point that they were resembling that of a tiny little fallen angels. His eyes had completely changed color, they were a brightly beaming dark red. And their size had reduced too. If the monsters earlier facial appearance could've been compared to his current appearance; then most definitely, while being quite large, strong and fearsome, the intimidation that this current form was giving off had managed to make Phoenix really nervous about his current disposition. With the now comfortably balanced feet the Leader began his slow, intimidating yet intentional march towards Phoenix. Phoenix was now just staring straight into nothingness. He wasn't sure what to think. He understood completely how crucial it had been to finish him off while he was still in his weakened state. However great a tactician his organization considered him, but in

this scenario, even the greatest strategists that had ever existed could have never predicted such an outcome after a helpless situation like the Leader had been in just moments ago. Phoenix had lost all hope, everything that he had ever been taught about, about fighting and strategizing was now coming to mind; he thought to himself, 'Why am I thinking about these things now?', he paused, 'Is it because I'm going to die here?', his hands had started trembling by now. Quick on his feet he started to flee from the sight, he just didn't know what to do in this situation, thoughts about his past, the training he had received from his best friend and master Frey came immediately to his mind, of which one memory struck him the most in this situation. He remembered vaguely once as he and Frey were strolling in the woods near their infamous underground establishment. He saw Frey's face, he had seen in a long while, even if it was a dream, the reassuring and determined look that Frey had on his face. Frey was a tall and averagely built man. He bore the same insignia on his back jacket as did Phoenix. He wore the same pattern of white robes, the only difference however was that he wore a headband which had Marechal [Portuguese Translation: Marshal] inscribed on it. His facial features were indicating a strong French influence as compared to Phoenix's. Right now as they were walking he held a white chess piece of the knight in his hand. Phoenix could now clearly hear the conversation from the past. Phoenix was questioning him about chess, “Sir, how may I ask is a knight important during a round?”, inquired an intrigued young Phoenix. “Well Phoenix, first of all, drop that sir crap, it pisses me off!! Dammit man, how can you bare calling someone that's just a year older than you as Sir?! It sounds retarded you know?!”, said Frey.

“Well Sir... I mean I'm extremely sorry Sir! Damn, I won't do it again Fr.. Fr... Fre.... Frey.”, Phoenix said almost dabbling while saying it. “Dude, you're sure the weirdest person I've ever met, that's for sure!”, said Frey smiling in an amused tone. “Anyways, getting back to your question. Why are knights so important you ask?”, paused Frey, “Well I think you're asking this question as Bishops are the one's over hyped with being strategic.. That's only half true. You see, although the Bishops do strategize for the entire army.. it ends at that. They lack the battle experience as well as the ability to keep the entire army's morale high.”, Frey paused after he noticed that somewhere along this explanation Phoenix had lost track. “Okay, let me put it this way, Knights on the other hand do not only have to strategize so that the army doesn't falter, but they also have to lead by action, as well as be on the front lines and they also have to keep a Knights Chivalry.”, a brief pause later he continued, “They're pretty damn cool don't you think?” “Well to be very honest Si..... ugh I mean Frey, I still think Bishops are better, since they can strategize head on and keep it to that. It shouldn't really matter to anyone that they do anything else, besides doing the only job given to us is the first priority.”, said a confident Phoenix. “Man, you are so totally boring dude! Jeez, you only can afford to say that because you've never really experienced a true battle.. When that time does come..”, Frey now continued to gaze directly into Phoenix's eyes to give him an intimidating look, “You won't have anytime to stay put at a fixed location and think about your next move.. If your mind and body cannot move at the same pace and with the same intelligence, then a strategist becomes a complete failure.. Remember that one well.”, said a serious faced Frey to Phoenix, whose eyes were still glued to his. An intense stare down continued until Phoenix had finally begun to give in. And right at that very moment, Frey broke the tension, “Oi don't look at me like that, its so freaky dude, stop it!!”,

said an irritated Frey. “What do you mean..?”, asked Phoenix when Frey cut him off, “...Anyways, that much advice should be enough for one day. Man, I'm beat! Let's hit the sack. And would you look at that! It's already past 11!!”, to which Phoenix replied, “You're right I've never noticed it was that late, well see tomorrow Si... I mean Frey.”, “We still need to work on that one rookie.”, said Frey with a smile, before both of them went to their respective quarters. That memory was all that Phoenix could remember while he was running, away clueless and without a plan. He had finally understood what Frey had meant by the significance of the Knight. Right now, he knew he had to run as fast as his legs would carry him, and dodge simultaneously. He knew he didn't have enough strength or stamina left so this was gonna be his last shot in. It was a do or die situation. And for Phoenix's case, it was also much more than just a matter of living or dying in the next second. He knew well why his Master's finest piece of advice that had been entrusted to him a long time ago. Frey as Phoenix knew him, was a kind of man that never revealed military secrets to anyone, even if it was his lover. Phoenix just had a gut feeling that his deceased Master had entrusted this to him, so that he could become a great strategist, And he would be damned if he didn't let his Master have a smile on his face and be proud of the brilliant pupil he had taught. He was fast analyzing the Leader's new fighting abilities. The more and more Phoenix had been dodging while carefully collecting information on the Leader on tactics to defeat him. He had been somewhat successful. He noticed quite easily after having all of that fright dissolved that the Leader's new powers though looked frightful on the outside. It wasn't much out of the ordinary. The monster had one very critical weak point, and easily

noticeable even to an amateur strategist. While the Leader's release had allowed him overall more balance and control over his powers, that was by far the only significant increase. And the other major aspect to his transformation was that; while his strength had seemingly diminished as low as an average Amalgam creations. But his speed had increased to such an extent that his loss in power was very less evident. Phoenix assumed in this form, that while the enemy was highly offensive, trying to kill his prey off as soon as he had the chance to sink his claws in. Surprisingly enough his defense had degraded to a stage beyond pathetic, that even if Phoenix managed to get a good shot in by making a chance by the method of his intellect, he could really just finish the Leader off. But now came the important part. The part that Frey had advised about. While Phoenix knew this could possibly be used to defeat the Leader, He couldn't help but feel that something about this seemed awfully fishy. He remembered again the exact words that Frey had so challengingly uttered, “You won't have anytime to stay put at a fixed location and think about your next move.. If your mind and body cannot move at the same pace and with the same intelligence, then a strategist becomes a complete failure.. Remember that one well.” Something about that speech was pounding in Phoenix's head hard. He knew that the answer he was so desperately in need of was knocking at his door, and even though he wanted to open it as soon as he could, he just couldn't manage to find the doorknob. He began to backtrack that sentence. He assumed it easier to break the sentences, to pinpoint the vital clue that he had been so desperately searching for. “You won't have anytime to stay put at a fixed location and think about your next move..”, he tried to find any faults in

his strategy in comparison to what he had heard, and he found that further investigations were futile regarding this issue. After double checking that he was indeed doing nothing wrong, he moved on to the next sentence. “...If your mind and body cannot move at the same pace and with the same intelligence, then a strategist becomes a complete failure..” and again tried to do the same, but to no avail. He had almost given up, when a thought entered his mind. His Master had always tried to make him like a Knight, one of the reasons were because the Knights besides being on the front lines, keeping the team's morale high and the strenuous task, that of leading the entire army, were also well known because of their unique movement and attack patterns. With this figure of the Knight in his head he thought, “Right! Now if I am moving straight, I might as well think crooked.. What if?”, he pondered, and at once was shocked at the conclusion he had arrived at, “I see now! So thats how it is!! That is what moving your mind and body at the same pace meant.” While dodging the Leader's fast moving and hunter-like claws, Phoenix had finally started grinning, he had a plan at hand, and he knew exactly how he needed to execute it. He moved in closer and closer toward the Leader. The Leader slowly but steadily wondered what he was up to. But alas! His overconfidence to see over Phoenix's move was the biggest and the most crucial mistake that he could have possibly avoided in this confrontation. Phoenix was quickly gaining, getting closer to the Leader by the second. The Leader had already anticipated what Phoenix was trying to pull. Yes, he knew that Phoenix was going to try and deliver a fatal blow at his weak point. All that was left for the Leader was to decide whether Phoenix could match if not gain on the Leader's agility to get a

clearer shot at the Leader's weak point. The fire that had long since extinguished in Phoenix along with his sword was now burning brighter and more temperate than Phoenix had ever experienced it. He had finally understood this battle, and his disposition. He knew well the intellect and strength of the enemy, as well as he knew his own. And most of all he was glad to have even understood a bit of what his Master was trying to tell him. More than anything this feeling of wanting to know what his Master truly wished to teach him, made his will to survive and win nothing short of wanting to end. It was like his name, the ever burning; Immortal Phoenix. Phoenix, rushed in as he was gliding with his wings, his sword that was burning furiously was right at his side. The Leader had apparently seen through Phoenix's attack. He was readying himself, but in his case to finish the Legardian pest off as he had put it in his brain. Phoenix rushed and at that very instant was face to face with the Leader. He noticed how full of malice his dark red demonic eyes were and how his demeanor was making the surroundings melancholic. And with the intention of finishing him off, he jumped just above the Leader's head, his fire ready to tear at the Leader. The Leader completely anticipating this moment in his overexcited state said, “Now, I've got you foolish Legardian brat! You fell for..” And just before he could finish Phoenix and that sentence off. Phoenix was no where near the Leader's sight. A confident voice echoed behind him, “...for it?”, continued Phoenix. “Why you little, I'm gonna..”, snorted the Leader angrily as he was the one who had been made the fool out of.

“You're gonna kill me?”, chuckled Phoenix, “What do you take me for?”, Phoenix continued, “I am a Knight, and this is checkmate for you Demon buddy!!”, Phoenix said confident of his victory. “You think you have me all figured out, don't cha?”, confidently bluffed the Leader. “I still haven't revealed my true pow..” Before he could finish the sentence, Phoenix had already thrust his sword into the Leader's heart. “You already made your move, now its my turn..”, “This is how you people prefer it right?”, “Oh, how did it go again?” “I know!! FEUERZERSTÖRER!!”[German Translation:

Fire Destroyer] And the very same technique by which the Leader had destroyed countless villages, towns, countries and ruined so many lives with, not caring a thing about others had been directly shot at into his heart by Phoenix. And since Phoenix had an affinity for fire the move had twice the effect as compared to the one normally used by Leader Amalgams. The Leader was now rolling in his pain. Now knowing that this was the same thing he used to destroy people and their lives with was a cruel irony to him. He thought he could understand their pain even if it didn't change anything to him. Phoenix, sensing this to be the curtains for this fight, slowly started to pace his breath. With a smile of satisfaction on his face. He had never known this kind of special happiness before. He was glad that he was reminded. Finally he was sure that there was more he could do for his organization. He turned around in the direction where Agnar's body had been lying the last he saw of him. He realized finally how far this

battle had carried him from his initial shock bound condition. The only thing in the distance he could see was the shadow of that dark town. He had to get back there as soon as he could, he needed to bury Agnar's body, and move on from that town. There was an urgent report that he needed to deliver to the organization. This was the first time Phoenix had been drawn to his limits. He was literally surprised by the entire ordeal. The job his organization had sent him to finish was indeed the purification and riddance of an Amalgam leader. But to think that their powers had increased by such a drastic amount after the opening of the gate. He had a real gut bad feeling about all of this. Lower ranking officers within the organization weren't informed of any of this. 'From A class to S class?!', he thought to himself, while limping on towards the town. 'Ridiculous! How just a slight wavering of that door do such a thing!', and he knew exactly why the lower ranks weren't told of these things. Phoenix's new angles of thinking enabled him to sense the direction in which this was going. 'Panic, most likely. They don't want the organization to fall apart..', he paused, 'And besides that... The new law that made all of the Marshal level and above to be called in France... Its just too ambiguous.. This must be something really big..', he paused for a while. 'Damn, I need to get back to headquarters and quick!', he thought, and he was almost near the entrance of the town. There he tried to search for Agnar's body, but to no avail. The desert wind that was blowing now near dawn was blocking all of his vision. Finally after the desert started calming down a bit, he saw a figure that was desperately trying to stand, supported by what was looking like a sword.

Yes, it was him. He was barely breathing, and his eyes weren't showing his pupils, but indeed he was alive. Phoenix was happy to the ends of the earth, yet quite astonished as to how Agnar had survived a fatal blow at that close, range. But right now none of that seemed to matter. He was just glad that he was alive. “You.. monster!!”, said an obviously pissed off Agnar. 'What?!', wondered Phoenix. 'What is he..?' “Finally, I can destroy you with my own two hands!!”, screamed in an aggravated tone. Phoenix had finally noticed. Agnar, he wasn't looking at him at all, he had been looking beyond him all along. Deducing the odds and calculating the most precise worstcase scenario. He again knew his exact disposition. He stood exactly at the same spot he was at. He knew well, that as soon as Agnar had made his move, it was safe for him to use a counter strategy to defeat the Leader, whose presence had been confirmed by Phoenix's cold calculating gray eyes, by observantly locating the Leader's shadow. Phoenix was also waiting in that exact spot pretending to be as confused with Agnar as he was a few moments ago, so as to not warn the enemy about his status on this current scenario. Agnar's pupils had finally become much clearer. He was surely but steadily returning back to his normal consciousness. His senses along with his thinking ability, were returning also there was a sick smile that had been smeared across his face. Phoenix who had already deduced the situation perfectly had his theory trashed like a bad act by that wicked and loathsome smile on Agnar's mug. Phoenix had never seen him like that, and he didn't even imagine it was possible for a self sacrificing person like Agnar;

who was also the person that had saved his life to exhibit something as vile as that smile and the new aura that had been emanating from him. It was as if this was a completely new person; It was as if he was a monster that lived to devour without hesitation; like the one that stood after him. Phoenix felt extreme tension, it wasn't as if there had been a person standing in front of him to save him. No, in fact this feeling was the irony of his badly trashed in the dust bin of a theory; It was as the next few moments would be his last, unless he thought of something and quick. Before he could even think of anything related to his plan strategy in this situation or anything of the like, he was haunted by the face of his master, as if it was a bad omen that signaled his end. He heard something in his ear, right after his master's face had appeared in his mind, and quite strongly. “Then, I'll leave the rest to you...”, said a calm, cold and calculated but an assuring voice. Phoenix had already made out that it was Agnar. But something was different. Yes, something was different indeed. That killer aura that he had sensed; now it was as if it had never existed. He stopped all thought process that would have else run asunder in his brain to wonder about it a bit. And the more it seemed to be a fluke; that aura that had been emanating from Agnar. It must've had to be a fluke that he had sensed it. He thought about it rationally and the more it seemed to him that it had to be his own mistake. And in his current bruised and battered state, hallucinations weren't very uncommon. He quickly turned around and watched Agnar, who had begun fighting the Leader head on. It was a magnificent sight to behold. There stood the Leader full of unneeded pride and boastfulness as always. And right beside him was Agnar; the man who didn't have any

unneeded pride, and had absolutely nothing to be boastful about. Impressively Agnar was standing his own against the fight with a real monster. Phoenix could do nothing at this point; and in an instant he was reminded of what Agnar had told him. He quickly began to devise a strategy to beat the Leader.

Agnar, was finally able to dish out his convictions on the Leader. Phoenix couldn't make out why the Leader's movements had slowed down drastically and right after starting his battle with Agnar too. The Leader was starting to lose confidence in his abilities faster than a wolf flees at the scent of danger. The Leader wasn't sure if Agnar had gotten any faster. Even by the least of logical deductions would ultimately make him reach the conclusion, that it was practically impossible for any living human being to increase their ability in a such a short time and so drastically. Yet Agnar did get faster, but not as fast as the Leader was apparently believing him to be. In fact, the Leader had grasped by now, but till a few moments was concealed to him due to the damage inflicted by Phoenix fucking up with his sensory nerves. He knew he was right about this calculated guess. Agnar was indeed doing something unusual to him while fighting him. The only problem was Agnar was doing all of that and simultaneously fighting the Leader at an unimaginable pace too. This thought was scaring the Leader more than that stunt that Phoenix had pulled on him. Impressing and scaring the Leader, Agnar again made certain never before used maneuvers and techniques with his sword that the Leader had been caught unaware on more than half of the occasions during that barrage of blows that was

inflicted on the Leader. The first swift slash by Agnar was across the Leader's abdomen, followed by his shoulder and finally scratching one of the Leader's eyes with a sick squish sound and a heavy groan; permanently out of commission. The Leader almost retreated by ten feet. It wasn't quite apparent; that the movements were made due to his reflex actions or his sudden realization to the fact that his survival wasn't guaranteed anymore. With Phoenix carefully reading the Leader's moves without getting distracted. And the Leader not being able to distract him due to his now one hand being completely occupied with the now rejuvenated and somehow different Agnar, the Leader was in a perfect situation. He had made up his mind he somehow had to separate this duo and use his ultimate technique against Agnar. But it wouldn't be much successful as he knew a huge weak spot would be created the moment he attempted that. Basically having no choice in this matter, as if he were a properly disciplined mischievous child just getting lectured by his father. The Leader thought quick, he needed something desperately that would not use his remaining little itty-bit of stamina to make a diversion good enough to isolate these two Legardians and take them out one on one. After his failed attempt to find something out of the ordinary in this desert arena he was left dumbfounded.. until, yes! He was sure he could pull this one off. With a grin covering most of enormous face that was rotting away faster now then in his unreleased state. He purposely made stupid moves that Agnar neglected betting them on being not one of strategy but one of increasing fatigue. And before Agnar knew anything, the Leader kicked some sand right in his heavily concentrated eyes. Agnar had never expected this, and thought about the choice of maneuver used here and wondering what kind of link could it have to the strategy the Leader had made up in that decaying but sharp head of his. An ordinary gust of sand would naturally have no effect on Agnar, but for the fact that he never expected this kind of set up and also owing to the fact that he had been tossed aside quite

effortlessly by the Leader after being blinded, Agnar had no choice but to abide by some of the basic laws of human nature and writhe in pain to get that dust out of his eyes so he could return to handing the Leaders ass in his own hands. Agnar could again only see nothing but darkness all around him. The next thing he heard was an hit and a thump. He quickly recognized the thump to be one from Phoenix. So the Leader had got to him, the most probable thing the Leader could want from this situation would be to separate the two so their strategy wouldn't work. Strangely enough a grin had crossed Agnar's face. The Leader noticed it while heading Agnar's way after temporarily disposing Phoenix off the battle field. He wished that Phoenix would just lay there until he was finally done with the punk that had enough guts to smile in front of him when he was well aware that he had been trapped and there was no way out. Agnar was quite frankly eating the Leader out raw right now. He just wanted to crush that puny head of his when he had gotten in range to use his ultimate technique. He desperately tried to debate with himself, 'How could this puny mortal manage to do something that even the higher ups can't do..', staring back at the disgusting face, that made the Leader's stomach turn now, he continued to think, '.. And all of that in under a few hours?!'. “RIDICULOUS!!”, the Leader barked so loud that Agnar could easily determine his position, leaving the fact that the Leader had completely miscalculated the fact that; his strong stench would lead him to the Leader even if he was blinded. This made Agnar grin more merrier than before. The Leader as if wasn't pissed enough, this made him literally go gorillas. “Are you still gonna act that confident?”, he barked again, “You know what you're just cocky... Yea theres just no way.... That smile's your damn bluff!!”, his sound reverberated through the entire desert floor, as though he wanted the the dead-silent, unhappy grains of sand to start agreeing with him. The Leader started running in the direction of Agnar, with rage; since it was an essential component to his ultimate technique he had to make

himself mad, enough, the more and more he thought of Agnar as a brash idiot; since he had already given him more than enough needed to end his life. “I finally remember you kid! You were the one that, that bastard Zealot was searching for ten years ago aren't you?”, getting quicker and quicker as though he were a graceful, chivalrous knight having a death joust with an enemy of the rival empire. “You don't know how long I've waited for this moment kid... Because we couldn't find you then, all of the blame was tossed on us thank to that Zealot's craftiness.”, his tone getting more aggravated, he continued, “Master Pförtner lost his providence in us, and disposed of us like garbage...” “You piece of crap kid, you're gonna die for your sin, NOW!!”, saying so he yelled,

“Alma de Demonic Terminator!!” [German Translation: Demonic Soul Terminator] His hand rapidly started changing color. It started heating up and finally had become as hot as molten lava, and his hand color, a golden red corresponded to that. As the Leader was advancing the night breeze that had managed to be an obstruction to the Leader's hand and evaporated even before it was at least five feet near his arm. Screaming he came close enough to Agnar to finish him off, when he noticed that Agnar was still smiling. 'Die!!', the Leader thought. Just when his arm was completely held at the spot he was at. It refused to budge no matter how hard the Leader tried. Agnar finally opened his eyes to reveal that he had been fine for a while. “So this is the maximum power of a Leader, huh?”, Agnar

said raising one of his arms. “Not impressive at all”, Agnar said, blasting the Leader off making him twirl in the air and unintentionally many more somersaults as he landed landed on the sand almost fusing the sand to glass. Agnar was clearly amused with this. The Leader was in a complete state of panic. That flash of light it was almost like.. Yes! Now he was quite sure that doubt that once had consumed his mind a few moments ago was completely correct. That flash of light was nothing but lightning itself!

End of Chapter V To Be Continued...

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