Boss: Major Heracles "The Crimson Lancer" (A-Rank Mage)
"Major Heracles I presume." called out Za'cha as he dismembered the Water Magus, his armour and weapon dispersing into motes as he finished the job. He looked at the arrow formation of the Rune Knights and shook his head. "Sorry about the mess. Admittedly, we thought after the first unit of these Knights went down, that you'd turn up... turns out that we had to wade through an entire armies worth to get your vaunted attention!" he said, as he strode towards the group, eyes firmly locked on the Major. The Rune Knights before him braced themselves. "And yet, still you hide behind a wall of steel and flesh." said the Dark Mage, the Major's temple bulging at the insinuation.
"Do you dare call me a coward?! You filth slaughtered an entire village of innocent people!" roared the Major, his body threatening to break the formation. "I name you craven and a fool Major! Twas not I whom slaughtered your village. My kills were only of those who had the courage to face me in combat!" rebuked Za'cha. "If any can claim to have slaughtered this village, it was you! You who failed to take action sooner! You who sent wave after wave of Knights into this hamlet you dare to call your home." he said before a dark cloud enveloped him, shattering it to reveal Shadowsworn and Hidden Saber upon him. "You seek retribution and vengenace Major?" called out the Dark Ex-Quip Mage, pointing the dragon-bone longsword at the man. "Then come! One on one combat! I win, your Knights will allow us to leave here as free men and woman." he declared, the Knights muttering amongst themselves at such a proposal.
"Ha! And when
I win cur," said the Major as he pushed forwards, leaving his men behind, "then you and your accomplices must surrender to the justice of the Magic Council and face trial for your crimes here today and in the past." he declared, a suit of silver armour enveloping him as he stood before his Dark counterpart. Za'cha shrugged his shoulders. "Fair enough." he said before kneeling down to collect a dropped drinks can. "When this hits the ground?" he asked, Heracles nodding. Za'cha looked behind him at Nakiya and Kuro. "No interference." he said, his voice brokering no arguement before he tossed the can high into the air.
All the Knights watched as it spun through the sky, all eyes on its trajectory as it began to fall down to the floor. "Make it interesting for me Major." said Za'cha, making the Rune Knight laugh. "Die well Dark Mage scum." he replied. "Za'cha. The name of the one who will kill you, is Za'cha." he said, the can falling, falling, falling... Both of them took their weapons in hand, each assessing the other, their bodies tensing and readying themselves for the fight ahead.
Both mages, Requip and Ex-Quip swung their swords through the air, metal meeting bonemetal with a resounding clash that ringed out across the burning village, a bow-wake of air rippling forth. The twin blades pressed against one another for a moment, each assessing the strength of the other before they broke apart, before swinging once more into each other, once more, twice, thrice, four times they came together. The screeching of metal scratching against metal sang out even as the heat from the blade slowly warmed up Za'cha's armour. If my Anti-Dragon Slayer Set didn't come with strength enhancements, this man would be overpowering me... damn he's good...
thought Za'cha to himself before he brought his armoured tail up to try and stab the Major in the shoulder.
To his surprise the Major caught the tail with one of his hands, the other still holding his blade, and not once relenting in the pressure he was sustaining. Za'cha snarled beneath his helmet. This bastard's mocking me?!
The Dark Knight brought his knee up, catching the Rune Knight in the groin, resulting him in releasing his tail and allowing Za'cha to back up a little. "A cheap shot..." growled Heracles, the fire around his sword growing brighter. "Fire Wake!" he invoked, sending an arc of fire down in a vertical arc towards Za'cha. "Crescent Wave!" replied the Dark Mage, sending his own dark wave of magic in a horizontal arc. The two waves of magic crashed into one another, creating an explosion that Za'cha dived into the heart of.
Heracles laughed and braced himself. He blinked as there was a brief flash of light from inside the smoke of the explosions aftermath, and soon found himself being pressed back by... a warrior in winged white armour wielding a scythe?! "Darkwarp Raiment, and Martyrblade." came Za'cha's voice from beneath the helmet, the Anti-Celestial blade singing out against the Major's firey sword. The attacks came on faster and faster than he could parry them, as slashes and cuts began to form in his armour where the Dark Mage's weapon got past his defense. However, even as Za'cha's scythe made work of the armour, so too did the heat and power of the Major's flames sear through the armour, slowly cooking him from the inside out. This was no longer a contest of skill... it was now one of endurance and time. Which would happen first? Would the scythe break through the armour and take the Major's life? Or would Za'cha be boiled alive and burned from inside his own armour by the Major's flames?Almost... there...
thought Za'cha with Pride replying, "Better make it fast, your body cannot take much more of this heat. I'd say you've got at best another sixty seconds before you're completely cooked." the Dark Celestial Spirit informed him. The human host grimaced beneath his helm before he continued the furious onslaught, this time including several kicks from his armour, taking advantage of the fact he had a third dimension he could travel in as opposed to only the two that the Major could access. With Pride counting down the seconds, the Dark Mage let out a furious roar before finding a big enough chink in Heracles' armour, and with all his remaining might brought Martyrblade down into it, plunging the blade down through the metal, embedding it into his flesh, through muscle, sinew, tissue.
Blood sprayed out from the wound like a fountain, coating the two warriors in blood. Heracles slowly buckled to his knees as his life essence drained from his body, and he looked up at Za'cha with a faint nod even as his eyes went glassy. The Dark Mage ripped the scythe out from the corpse, collecting the man's sword as a trophy of the conflict. The Rune Knights took a step forward before he pointed the sword at them. "Remember... your Major's oath... Besides..." he said, as buildings around them began to collapse from the fire. "Don't you... have a... village to save?" he asked before he strode back towards Nakiya and Kuro. "Let's go..." he said.
HP: 40%, MP: 30%
Camlann Array Cooldown: 1/3
Haematoclarent Cooldown: 1/4
Hidden Saber Cooldown: 1/4
Shadowsworn Armour Cooldown: 1/3
Martyrblade Duration: 3/3
Darkwarp Raiment Duration: 3/3