TF Chapter 82 Intense

But losing wasn't an option as my companions would be killed, while I would most probably be captured.

As I rolled away from an attack for the umpteenth time, something hard and thin grazed my arm within the mud. I didn't hesitate, pulling it up instantly and directing my spiritual intent towards it, where two thirds of it became orange while the remainder became my hilt. I swung it without hesitation towards an incoming clawed hand, where I severed it at the wrist with a single move!

That elicited a howl from the alien native as he backed off with his intent construct. I grinned at my luck, the luck that managed to allow this attack to connect with the true body instead of the construct.

Even through the darkness, the extent of the destruction that had been caused to the surroundings became all the more clear as my gaze roamed the surroundings. I had been so hard pressed that I hadn't had any time to take a moment to gaze at the surroundings. Charred tree bark, severed branches, large gushes on the tree stems that were leaking the blue pasty liquid...and many more damages, like craters in the mud which were slowly getting filled with water, were littered everywhere. If in the past, you had asked me if I would be one of the causes of such widespread destruction, I would have said no, yet now, it was reality!

Growing up, I watched all manner of media that had cool and epic battles that lay waste to landscapes and changed the entire terrain forever. There were even those that shattered planets, or destroyed space like it was a physical construct, entering other dimensions to continue with the apocalyptic destruction. During those times, my heart had pounded within my chest with delight and yearning. I will say this, no man disliked epicness!

On Earth, humans, especially forgers, had laws in place that stopped wanton destruction, but here...I could let loose! It was fun and exciting and many other things that caused my adrenaline to spike. 

I probably had the silliest grin on my face right now, but who cared! As long as I got to enjoy this battle, it was worth it!

The howling of the alien creature a few meters away only widened my grin. There was this stray thought that wondered into my mind, whether I was a battle maniac, or just plain crazy? But I kicked it away at the vision of two figures descending even further away from the battlefield, Danny and Bora.

I heaved a sigh of relief when those purple petalled pupils of hers fell onto mine and didn't flinch away. It seems that progress had been made, eliciting a bubble of happiness to appear in my mind. 

The glow of those eyes made her appear beautiful, not to mention her ruffled hair which simply drove my heart to a million miles a minute.

With my entire body full of positive energy, I initiated an attack, appeared right in front of the two beings, instantly unleashing a horizontal slash with my glowing plasma stick that aimed to bisect the two in twain, only for them retreat out of range, but that didn't make my spirits go under. Since I was high on happiness excitement and many other things, it was going to take more than their superior physical prowess to hinder me! 

I had noticed something different about this alien before, the fact that it didn't try to sense me with its spiritual powers, something that was probably a result of the eyes it had managed to evolve out of its DNA.

This was better as I was sure that if it tried to overwhelm me with its spiritual prowess, I would become the lone boat in the middle of a storm, no matter how niche my intent was.

I took another step and swung horizontally once again, before leaping with more force upon another failed attack, reaching just a few inches away from the two. They were fumbling, probably a result of the pain that was preventing the alien from concentrating, or even having the luxury to command its creation.

I pressed my attack, swinging the stick as if it were a sword. It was very easy and exhilarating, yet also making me feel the void of the sword that I had left behind. But there was also this feeling that the sword wasn't a match for me, mostly brought upon by the fact that my intent wasn't anything sharp, instead, being a literal star!

Seeing my attack producing almost nothing, I picked up clumps of mud with my intent, hardened them up through compressing the water out, and hurled them towards the two beings causing them to become even more flustered!

I breathed out slowly, and then leaped with all the physical strength I could muster, even exploding the air behind me with my intent to give myself a push, which allowed me to reach within an inch of the alien instantly, slashing down vertically, with the intent to separate it into two halves.

I almost lagged when its comical eyes showed an expression of pure shock and fear, before it pulled on its intent construct and used it as a shield to take on my attack, effectively surviving.

But the construct wasn't so lucky, with both its halves falling towards the mud. This time, I decided not to talk chances, flaring my spiritual domain and transmitting my intent to the two halves, incinerating them to ash.

Even as the ash fell towards the ground, I pushed through, targeting the alien that had paused, slashing horizontally, through its waist, though, only a gash was left, due to the fact that it had stepped back, almost dodging my strike.

After that, there was a need for me to catch my breath as the series of fast movements had just left me winded, so I stopped in place, allowing it to widen the distance between us.

The gash closed up abruptly, though, there had been no liquid splashing out due to the high heat that had seared whatever had managed to survive my makeshift plasma sword.

"ALIEN! I underestimated you!"

It spoke while heaving in the middle of the words. It was tired, just like me. Good! That meant that moving at speeds higher than my own took too much energy and couldn't really be kept up eternally.

"Have you...finally registered the fact that you are going to lose?"

"Don't get ahead of yourself! Your intent is the only special thing about you. The rest of you is just plain weak!" 

It tried mocking me, but I offered back a grin. 

"The intent is mine. It isn't something foreign you know." I pointed out the obvious.

"Hmpf!"

It snorted, yet didn't attack right away. Even the rage that had previously been clearly defined upon its face was nowhere to be seen at the moment. Its flickering eyes were suggesting a contemplation of some sort, something that I didn't want to happen, so I attacked once again even though I really just wanted to drop to the ground and take a nap in the nice cold mud.

With a push using my leg muscles, I appeared right below it, having crounched and entered a sword drawing stance. The sword back on the continent hadn't had a sheath but I had practiced drawing a sword nonetheless as it had been one of those cool moves a few characters in the virtual movies and animations used. It was cool in the way that with just a single fast draw, the villain...or someone bad would have his body halved instantly! 

Its body blurred before I felt a threat at my back causing me to reform the plasma balls to intercept the hand that had reached into my domain to try and grab at me. 

One of the good things about spiritual powers was the fact that when paired with intent, things could be moved at a speed far faster than even the alien native could achieve!