War and Survival

"Lucky shot", Morgen muttered.

He had suffered a loss twice while his opponent stood unhurt. It was a blow to his ego, he felt that he had shamed his tribe by falling at the hands of a Tarykar.

He readied his arms, placing his fists side by side to his face, his knees were knocked. He had presented his body in an inexplicable fighting stance known only to his people.

He beckoned to her.

"Hahahaha, What the heck is that stance?", Drey Iguas, laughed aloud as he questioned, he carelessly slapped and shook the arm of the student nearest to him in his moment of mirth.

The student, who happened to be female shook him off aggressively, her actions sending him flying to the back of the hall.

She earned a stare from Instructor Eloth.

She shrugged in response. 'He was annoying' she seemed to say.

Eloth turned back to watch the duel.

Kanima; expressionless, beckoned Morgen with a slight movement from her left hand, she stood without a stance.

Waiting.

Morgen appeared to contemplate for a few moments before he released his stance; rushing foward. His speed had noticably decreased. This was a telltale sign of his wariness.

'Guess I'll have to try harder to bait the fish', Kanima noted silently.

Morgen went for a straight jab as soon as he approached, 'No tricks or feints', he thought, 'Fight honourably like a ward of the Eight Immortal'.

His fist struck forth, blue light seeping from it[ Flores nearing complete circulation], his intention was to overpower Kanima with brute strength. He didn't know about the powers of her Overseeing Deity, but he did know that it wasn't focused on strength, thus he chose this method. It was curt and straightforward.

–Flores. This was the unnatural crutch that enabled blesseds to manifest supernatural abilities belonging to their Overseeing Deities. Under normal circumstances, some aspects from the deity's gift was ingrained into the body of their ward, such from the likes of: super speed, super strength, Extraordinary sight, Excellent hearing, etcetera.

But those abilities that were innately divine had to be awoken by a specific circulation percentage of Flores. And the speed of Flores circulation was affected by the aggregate PL of an individual's corresponding Faith Tribe or Nation. [ As you must have suspected,the situation with demigods is different, I will explain this later on].

And that was what greatly unnerved Morgen currently as he struck. He knew that his opponent had a higher PL than him; she could have awoken her supernatural ability far before him, but she had delayed... till now.

'What's her end game'.

Kanima lightly caught Morgen's approaching arm by it's side before it landed. She pulled him towards herself using his momentum, raising her leg.

Morgen leaned to the left, dodging what he thought was an attacking leg.

It was a feint.

She released his hands, and, quickly bending downwards, she delivered a heavy punch to his crotch. The silver light from her arm illuminated the action.

'Smack!!'. It resounded throughout the class. The males of Class Unique wincing as they subconsciously placed a hand over their crotch area. 'Ball smasher!', they hissed.

"Uuuoooh", Morgen let out a groan of pain as he tumbled, his legs turned unsteady as his knees knocked involuntarily.

Kanima once again unleashed her flurry of light jabs of counterbalance, this time on his chest and abdomen. And because he was distracted by the pain he felt so like before, he took no notice of a siver light disappearing within him.

Morgen ran away, before her last strike, towards the far end of the bright hall. His face contorted in pain, 'Damn it, Damnit, damn this crap. Bitch this just turned personal. You after my balls— I go after your life'.

Kanima Zipped after him, fully intended on maintaining the offensive.

And, as she had expected[ and hoped for], Morgen had turned rage filled. He attacked, snarling, like a demented dog, pushing Kanima away. An Attack based defense.

Kanima once again moved with the gracefulness of a fairy. She seemed to be able to predict the location of each attack and in turn dodge accurately. She offered jabs at any openings she spotted.

Morgen attacked, aggressively swinging his arms at any direction he felt plausible. He was on a rampage, he didn't care if he looked stupid with his current actions, all he cared for was to deal a sizeable amount of damage to his accursed opponent.

And that he did.

Amidst one of his eclipsical swings, his left fist struck Kanima in the abdomen. The strike although dealt crudely, impacted Kanima by a huge amount. The attack was enough to deal damage to anyone with her same weak body constitution.

She fell on the floor. If she was in pain, her emotionless face told nothing of it.

Morgen; happy at the sight of her fall, picked her up by the left heel and with both hands raised her up and effortlessly slammed her back down towards the mettalic floor.

He did this repeatedly. 'You think you can smash by balls and get away with it, huh?, You think you can serve me such humiliation?' he questioned mentally.

He didn't seem morally bothered, as he knew that all those with supernatural abilities healed pretty quickly. Including his smashed balls.

He flung her down; finally after the umpteenth time, watching as red liquid trickled down her nose and mouth.

His actions were a testament to his pettiness. He had slammed her, because of the shame she had caused him in front of their classmates by smacking his crotch.

Kanima inhaled sharply as she slowly heaved herself up from the ground. She moved about fifteen metres back wiping away the trickling blood off her nose with the back of her hand. Then, purposefully,.... she assumed a stance.

She stood tall, her feet shoulder-width apart, with her dominant foot forward. Her hands were clenched into fists, with her left hand positioned in front of her right shoulder, and her right hand resting on her left hip. Her elbows bent, with a slight angle to her arms, giving her a dynamic and powerful appearance. Her knees were slightly bent, with her weight evenly distributed between both legs, allowing her to move swiftly and strike at a moment's notice.

As she assumed the stance, she took a deep breath, channeling her energy and centering herself. Her body seems to radiate an aura of confidence and strength, as if she'd be ready to take on any challenge that came her way.

"Fancy moves, princess", Morgen spat. His circulation was complete. It had been complete amidst his flinging.

They both faced each other, standing only but a few metres apart.

They had completed their circulation and we're about to face off with a Divine Venerated Grace.

They uttered short prayers, each to their own guardian deities.

Morgen then ran wildly towards Kanima, atop his hands lay large balls if shimmering blue light. 'Immortalia Flare'. He intoned to himself.

Kanima also ran, a prayer still on her lips as she performed strange hand gestures. She prayed:

"Divine Harnikar of the violent, tamer of the wild, dancer with the bull, wife of the ever Violent king, grant me your strength of tamership, and lead me by your guidance. Akopesh!!"

Her prayer was inaudible and imperceptible to those in the hall.

Her deity was Harniker, wife of the King of war; Magnudar, in the mythos of the Tarykar people, she had a role in calming down her husband each time he came back enraged from war. It was believed that she calmed his heart, weakened his muscles and dulled his bones with her Venerated Silver glowed touch.

Immediately, just after she was done with her prayer, Morgen fell the ground; kneeling. His immortalia Flare disappearing.

His body swayed uncontrollably as his face bore expressions of disbelief.

"What did she just do?", the students asked themselves, none bearing any idea of what and how it occurred.

"Those jabs" Ikem muttered to himself from behind the class, his classmates turned to look at him, "Those light jabs she performed earlier while her fists were aglow, and that kick to the nape of the neck with her glowing instep". Ikem wondered aloud, "It's like they entered within Morgen and had an affect to his movements".

"What crap are you spouting?" A fat teenager known as Cys Bliver queried insultingly.

Eloth turned to Ikem "Good eye" he commented,before turning back to watch the duel.

Cys lowered his head in shame.

Kanima, still making the hand gestures as she ran, narrowed her eyes, telepathically controlling Morgen's body to seperate it's legs as he knelt.

Morgen's eyes dilated in disapproval, he knew what she was planning. 'Don't do it bitch, please don't do it Kanima, Kanima!!!' he shuddered mentally.

Kanima ran with full speed, and backed up by a glorious momentum she approached the kneeling Morgen, she swung her leg gracefully upwards.

There was a loud crack.

Morgen fainted.

All the males— including instructor Eloth, winced.

Ikem shuddered distastefully. 'Wicked!!, crap that girl is cold'.