Chapter 1: Astrid's Wrath (On Sam )
Sam walked back from training with his usual smug grin. Astrid was standing at the edge of the camp, her big blade resting on her shoulder, eyes locked on him like a predator.
Astrid: "So… Sam, you told me you beat Strom in a duel before, huh?"
Sam froze.
Sam: "…uh… I mean… yeah… once—"
Astrid (steps closer, glare sharper): "Once?"
Sam: "Maybe… almost…"
Suddenly, Astrid slammed her sword tip into the ground, shaking the dirt.
Astrid: "You LIED to me? You never even scratched him, did you?"
Sam scratched his head, looking at Strom who was quietly hammering away at a forge, pretending he didn't exist.
Strom (without looking up): "Yeah, he lied. I mopped the floor with him."
Astrid grabbed Sam by the collar, pulling him up like a ragdoll.
Astrid: "You made me think you were some champion… you know what happens to liars in Valkyrie land?"
Sam: "Oh… uh… friendly warning?"
Astrid: "Nope… punishment spar. Tonight. Don't worry, I'll only break one rib."
Wraith, watching while eating an apple, laughed so hard she almost fell over.
Wraith: "Sam, you're dead, bro. Like, actually dead."
Sam groaned, looking for escape.
Sam: "Strom… help me, bro?"
Strom: "Nope… I'm enjoying this."
Astrid smirked, dragging Sam by the ear.
Astrid: "Training grounds. Now."
Sam muttered under his breath, "Why do I even hang out with these people…"
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Chapter 2: The Birth of the Blade of Blue
The camp was strangely quiet, except for a rhythmic clang… clang… clang… echoing from the forge. Strom was hunched over the anvil, sparks flying as he hammered a strange crystal-like material.
Wraith and Sam approached, still recovering from Astrid's "training session" with Sam (he was walking stiff and holding his ribs).
Wraith (mocking): "Yo, hero… how's your rib?"
Sam: "Shut up…"
They stopped when they noticed Strom wasn't working on his spear or armor. He was creating something completely new—small, thin blades made of translucent blue crystal fused with steel.
Wraith: "What the hell is that? It's glowing."
Strom (focused, not looking up): "Something I've been working on… something only I can control."
Strom held up one finished blade—it shimmered like frozen lightning, edges so sharp the air around it seemed to slice. He tossed it lightly into the air… and it didn't fall. Instead, it floated, spinning around him.
With a flick of his fingers, three more floated up, orbiting him like a deadly halo.
Sam (wide-eyed): "Bro… that's… cool as hell."
Wraith (suspicious): "Magic? From the pendant?"
Strom: "No. My own. Took weeks of experimenting, but these are mine… I call them The Blade of Blue."
He flicked his finger forward—one blade shot out, slicing a steel plate into two perfect halves without even touching it physically, just pure controlled force.
Astrid appeared behind them silently, watching the performance. She leaned on her massive blade and smirked.
Astrid: "Hey Hero, what are you making?" (walks closer, eyes scanning the orbiting blades)
Strom (glancing at her, still calm): "Something you probably shouldn't stand too close to."
Astrid (grabbing one blade from the orbit mid-spin): "…woah… it's cold but it burns?"
Strom: "That's diamond and magic steel fused. Strong enough to cut iron like butter."
Astrid raised a brow, impressed but also a little irritated.
Astrid: "And you made this… alone?"
Wraith (deadpan): "Yup. No sleep. No food. Just him and his obsession."
Sam: "He even hammered at night. My ears still ringing."
Astrid smiled faintly, watching the blades dance around Strom as if alive. She silently picked up a hammer and started helping him with raw materials.
Astrid: "If you're building an army of blades, I'm in."
Wraith and Sam just stared…
Wraith (muttering): "…is this girl serious?"
Sam (whispering): "Yeah… I'm jealous but also terrified."
Chapter 3: Blue Blades & Burning Jealousy
The next evening, Strom was at the forge again, perfecting the motion control of his new blades. The camp's usual chaos had quieted down—Sam and Wraith weren't arguing, they were… whispering?
Strom turned, noticing Astrid and Wraith sitting together, sharpening weapons.
For someone who had nearly smashed Sam's skull yesterday, Astrid looked surprisingly calm, even smiling faintly.
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Wraith: "So… you came here to kill him (Sam) but now you're chilling with us?"
Astrid (shrugging): "He's annoying, but brave. He stepped into Valkyrie territory just to talk to me. That's either bold or stupid… still deciding."
Wraith (smirking): "Mostly stupid."
(Both laugh.)
Astrid noticed Strom working and whispered to Wraith:
Astrid: "He's different… fights like he's already won before the first strike."
Wraith: "He's stubborn, not special." (but her eyes flicked at Strom, clearly proud of him)
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Meanwhile, Sam stood near a tree, arms crossed, watching from a distance. His jaw was tight.
Sam (thinking): "Great. Now she likes him. What's next, she'll join his fan club?"
Astrid stood up and walked straight toward Strom, handing him a small blue flower.
Astrid: "Valkyries give this to someone they respect in battle. You impressed me yesterday."
Strom (blinking, holding the flower awkwardly): "…thanks?"
Sam couldn't take it anymore—he stormed over.
Sam: "Hold on—yesterday? You nearly chopped my head off yesterday!"
Astrid (without missing a beat): "You dodged… good reflex."
Wraith (grinning): "Sam, bro, your girl's flirting with my boy."
Sam: "SHE'S NOT MY—" (stops, seeing Astrid smirk at him) "…ugh, I hate this team sometimes."
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Strom chuckled softly, spinning his blades into the air again.
Strom: "Alright, you two lovebirds done? I need to focus."
Sam: "LOVE—she literally wanted me dead two days ago!"
Astrid (mock serious): "Keep talking, human."
Wraith leaned against a tree, watching all of it like a play.
Wraith (to herself): "This is going to be fun."
Chapter 4: The Hangout & The Haircut
The night was calm. A soft breeze rustled through the trees while the campfire flickered gently. Astrid and Wraith decided to go for a late-night walk away from the boys.
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Astrid & Wraith Hangout
They sat near a small waterfall, the sound of rushing water drowning out any awkward silence.
Astrid: "You know… I thought you'd hate me after I tried to kill Sam."
Wraith (smirking): "I still might."
(They both laugh.)
Astrid (leaning back): "You're different, Wraith. Most demons I've fought don't talk like you."
Wraith (serious for once): "Yeah, well, most Valkyrie don't give flowers to people they want to fight." (glances at the blue flower she gave Strom earlier)
Astrid (grinning): "That was respect, not flirting… well, maybe a little."
Wraith: "Oh, Sam's gonna love to hear that."
They shared a laugh, bonding over their unusual paths.
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Meanwhile: Sam vs. The Blades
Back at camp, Sam was running for his life.
Three of Strom's blue diamond blades were floating in the air, dancing after him like metallic bees.
Sam (yelling): "DUDE, FUC# YOU!....I SAID I DON'T NEED A HAIRCUT!"
Strom (calmly hammering another blade): "Come on, bro, it won't hurt. Why acting like soft girls?"
Sam: "I SWEAR I'LL BURN YOUR CAPE!"
(One blade barely missed his ear, trimming a perfect line.)
Strom (without looking up): "See? Professional level right there."
Sam: "I HATE YOU!"
(From a distance, villagers probably thought some murder was happening.)
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Back to Astrid & Wraith
Astrid suddenly looked thoughtful.
Astrid: "Hey, Wraith… does Strom always act so… chill? Like he doesn't care about anything?"
Wraith (nodding): "Yeah, he's like that… until someone he cares about gets hurt but after that he was like a volcano" (eyes softened for a second)
Astrid: "Huh. Must be nice having someone like that."
(Wraith gave a small smile but quickly masked it with sarcasm.)
Wraith: "Yeah, must be so nice… unless you're Sam. Then it's a nightmare."
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Cut to Sam walking back into camp, his hair now perfectly styled but his pride completely destroyed.
Sam: "I hate you all. I'm going to bed."
Strom (laughing): "You're welcome, stylish boy."
Wraith & Astrid (at the same time): "Nice haircut, Sam."
Sam (muttering): "Kill me now…"
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Chapter 5 – The Spearman of the Darkness
The team was resting near a ridge when a chilling presence filled the air.
A tall figure in black armor stepped out from the fog, a long dark spear humming with strange energy.
Ross.
Ross (grinning under helmet):
"So… these are the warriors people talk about? Looks like easy work."
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Astrid Steps Forward
Astrid (pulling her blade):
"You have no idea what you're stepping into, stranger."
Ross spun his spear, the ground cracking beneath his feet.
"I hunt warriors. Their power… their weapons… their pride. You will be no different."
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The First Clash
Astrid charged, her Valkyrie blade striking fast. Ross parried with one hand, shoving her back.
She slid across the ground but immediately recovered, striking again with pure strength.
CLANG! Sparks flew everywhere as Ross blocked again.
Wraith leaped in from the side, her claws glowing blue. She slashed across Ross's shoulder plate, leaving a deep mark.
Ross looked down at his damaged armor, then chuckled:
"Cute."
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Ross Counterattacks
Ross's spear shot forward like lightning, hitting Wraith's side and knocking her back into a rock far away.
Wraith (gritting teeth): "He's fast—"
Astrid swung from behind, aiming for his head, shattering part of Ross's helmet.
Ross staggered for just a moment, then dark energy burst from his body, ghostly silhouettes screaming behind him.
"That was… mildly impressive," he said coldly before swinging his spear in a wide arc, knocking Astrid off her feet.
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Retreat
Wraith grabbed Astrid and pulled her back as Ross planted his spear into the ground.
"Run if you want… it only makes you taste better when I catch you."
Astrid (angry): "We'll settle this later!"
Ross (laughing): "You won't live that longer redhead"
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Both warriors barely escaped, injured but alive, heading straight to Strom.
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Chapter 6 – Scars That Burn
The night was silent except for footsteps stumbling toward the camp.
Wraith and Astrid emerged from the shadows, both visibly shaken.
Astrid's armor was torn near her chest, blood soaking the edges.
Wraith's lip was split open, dripping down her chin as she clenched her jaw.
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Shock in the Camp
Strom (standing up instantly):
"What happened… Who did this?"
Sam, who had been laughing seconds ago about something small, froze when he saw Astrid holding her side, breathing unevenly.
Sam: "Astrid… that's near your heart!"
Astrid (forcing a grin but failing):
"I'm fine… he just caught me off guard."
Her voice trembled, betraying her strength.
Wraith sat down silently, her hands shaking slightly—a rare sight for someone usually fearless.
Wraith (softly): "He's too fast… like me, but better."
She touched her lip, looked at the blood, and stared into the fire as if replaying the fight in her mind.
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Astrid's Confession
Astrid removed her broken shoulder plate and looked down.
Astrid (frustrated):
"At first, I thought I had him. He moved like some rookie… but then…"
She clenched her fist.
"His second strike… it felt like he read every move before I even made it. I was… weaker than him."
Her voice cracked at the end, not from pain, but from something far worse—fear.
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Strom's Reaction
Strom slowly stepped toward Wraith and Astrid, kneeling down so he could look them in the eyes.
His usual smug smile was gone, replaced with a cold, sharp stare.
He placed his spear aside and quietly asked:
"Who did this?"
Wraith lifted her head slightly.
Wraith (hesitant): "A man… black armor, long spear… He called himself Ross."
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Atmosphere Shifts
Strom stood up silently, grabbed his spear, and strapped his armor on without saying a word.
Sam watched carefully, seeing Strom's cape slightly trembling—a sign he was furious.
Sam (nervously):
"Bro… don't do something stupid."
Strom didn't even turn around.
Strom: "He cut my Girl lip… and stabbed my friend near her heart."
His voice was cold, almost inhuman.
"He will regret touching them"
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Wraith's Final Words Before He Leaves
Wraith reached out, holding his arm lightly.
Wraith (softly, eyes lowered): "Be careful, Strom… he's not like the others. He's… terrifying."
Strom (looking at her hand, then at her cut lip):
"Yeah… But I'm his dad."
He walked into the dark, spear glowing faint blue at its edge, heading straight for Ross.
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Chapter 7 – The Hunt of a Hunter
The forest was silent, but not peaceful. It felt hunted.
Every step Strom took was slow, calculated, his spear glowing faint blue in his hand.
His armor clicked softly with every move, and the pendant on his neck swayed gently in the night breeze.
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Monologue
"A guy who cuts Wraith's lip and almost pierces Astrid's heart…"
Strom's eyes narrowed, his voice low.
"I'll show him what pain feels like."
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Tracks in the Mud
Strom crouched, seeing deep spear marks on the trees and prints heavy enough to crack rock.
"Big steps… confident… yeah, you think you're a god, huh?"
He followed the trail deeper into the mountains, passing broken swords and shattered armor pieces left from warriors Ross had already defeated.
"Damn, this guy been collecting kills like coins."
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Encounter With Fear
He found a knight crawling near a tree, barely breathing.
Knight (weak voice): "D-don't… don't fight him…"
Strom bent down, grabbing the knight's collar.
Strom: "Where is he?"
Knight (terrified): "H-his eyes… they… they were red. He moves faster than you can blink… and his spear… he i..is the fear"
Strom stood up, gripping his own spear tighter.
Strom (walking away): "Yeah, I heard that before. Guess what? They're all dead now."
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A Whisper in the Dark
The wind carried a voice—a deep, mocking tone.
"So you came for me? The one with the dragon mom…"
Strom froze.
"He knows about me?…"
He spun his spear.
Strom: "You talk too much for someone who runs after girls with sharp sticks."
A figure emerged from the darkness—Ross.
Black armor, long spear glowing with faint dark energy, helmet cracked but still covering half his face.
Ross: "You must be Strom… the dragon boy. I wanted your power, but seeing you angry like this? Might be fun."
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Strom's Rage Builds
Strom tightened his grip, eyes glowing faint blue from the pendant reacting to his anger.
Strom: "Fun? You cut her lip and stabbed my friend's chest… You think this is fun? Bro, I'm gonna break that stick of yours and beat you with it."
Ross (laughing): "Then come try, little hero."
The two circled each other, the hunter now hunted.
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Chapter 8 – The Hunter's Past & The Wrong Words
Ross sat on a broken pillar, spear planted in the ground beside him.
He saw Strom coming, blue glow shining off his armor.
Instead of preparing for battle, Ross smiled like he was expecting him.
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Ross's Backstory Reveal
Ross (calmly):
"So… the boy with the dragon stone finally comes to me.
Do you know why I hunt warriors, Strom?"
Strom didn't answer. His grip tightened on the spear.
Ross (grinning):
"I was a knight once… loyal, honorable, respected.
But when war ended, what did I get? Nothing.
No kingdom, no honor… just rusted steel and scars."
He stood up slowly, his dark spear shimmering with faint red energy.
Ross:
"So I took matters into my own hands. I learned… I could take what I deserved.
The strength of warriors, the skills of mages, the speed of assassins… all mine now."
His eyes glowed faintly.
"Every soul I defeated, every weapon I claimed, became part of me.
I am perfection born of their sacrifice."
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Strom's First Warning
Strom's voice was low, shaking with controlled anger:
Strom: "And you thought hurting my peoples would add to your little collection?"
Ross (mocking):
"Hah… your peoples? Please. You're no different than me, Strom.
You wear a dragon's stone, yet you fight for humans. Why?
For weaklings who can't defend themselves?"
He tilted his head and smiled sinisterly.
"Even that dragon of yours… Dravyss, was it? Pathetic.
A mighty dragon reduced to babysitting a child, such a fool lizard ."
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Trigger Point – Dravyss Insult
Everything went silent for a second.
Strom's cape barely moved… his eyes glowed faint blue like frozen fire.
His spear hummed, reacting to his rage.
Strom (slowly turning his head):
"What… did you just say?"
Ross (smirking, thinking he's breaking him):
"I said… your so-called mother is just a weak fool lizard"
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Explosion of Rage
Strom stepped forward so fast the ground cracked under his feet.
Strom (yelling, pure rage):
"HOW DARE YOU SAY SOMETHING BAD ABOUT MY MOM!"
He slammed his spear butt into the ground, sending a shockwave.
Blue diamond fragments swirled around him, forming the Blade of Blue for the first time.
Ross actually stepped back, surprised at the sudden change in energy.
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Ross's Mistake
Ross (forcing a laugh):
"Finally, some fire in your eyes… Come on then, boy, show me this 'dragon pride'."
Strom (grinning, but voice full of anger):
"Oh, don't worry. I'm not gonna fight you because you're strong…
I'm fighting you because you just signed your death wish."
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Chapter 8 – The Hunter's Pride, The Son's Rage
Ross stood tall, his black spear glowing faintly with cursed symbols as the dark aura around him pulsed like a beating heart. The forest around them was eerily silent except for the occasional whisper of restless spirits circling Ross. Strom tightened his grip on his blue spear, his eyes locked onto the man who had dared to harm Astrid and Wraith and insult Dravyss.
Ross smirked, his voice deep and filled with arrogance.
Ross: "You know, kid… you're not the first to come after me. I've fought kings, warlords, demon generals… even a Valkyrie queen once. And you? You look like a stupid child playing hero."
Strom didn't respond. His expression was stone cold, the only thing moving was his breathing, steady and deep.
Ross paced around, dragging the butt of his spear against the ground, leaving a burning line on the grass.
Ross: "Do you want to know how I became what I am? I hunted every warrior who claimed to be strong. Every last one. Do you know what I do when I defeat them? I take their power, their souls, their pride… until nothing of them is left."
He chuckled darkly, his eyes glowing faint red. "Your little demon and Valkyrie? Weaklings. One good strike and they ran. Pathetic."
Strom's hand twitched slightly. His spear hummed in response to his rage, glowing brighter with every passing second.
Ross continued, his tone sharpening:
Ross: "And what's with you protecting humans, demons, and dragons like some family? You're nothing like them. I've heard the whispers… you're not even blood-related to that dragon mother of yours. That failure of a guardian who chose humans over her own people."
The forest went dead silent. Even the spirits circling Ross hesitated as Strom's aura spiked violently, making the air heavy and the ground beneath his feet crack.
Strom (low voice): "You will bleed mercy after this words "
Ross grinned, leaning on his spear casually.
Ross: "Dravyss. The soft-hearted dragon who betrayed her own world. She should have died instead of ruling over weaklings like you. She's nothing but a—"
Strom's spear glowed like a star, interrupting Ross with a sharp echoing hum. His voice roared like fire tearing through steel:
Strom: "YOU TALK TOO MUCH "
The shockwave from his yell scattered nearby ghosts like paper in a storm. Strom's eyes burned blue with a dragonic intensity, his aura forming arcs of lightning and flame. His pendant glowed slightly, but Strom didn't even touch it—this was his power alone.
Strom: "Ross, you crossed a line. You hurt my family… and now you insult my mother? You're done with your life."
Ross tightened his stance, now grinning with excitement.
Ross: "Finally… I see it. The real strength behind that arrogance. Come then, boy… show me why you're worth killing."
Strom stomped forward, dragging his spear on the ground as sparks flew, his voice cold and lethal:
Strom: "You won't be able to breathe after that"
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Chapter 9 – The Spearman vs The Dragon Knight
The moon was bright, its silver glow lighting up the broken ruins where Ross stood like a shadow. His spear glimmered with a dark aura, surrounded by ghostly whispers circling him like loyal servants.
Ross: "so you can only give rage speech and some weak as hell range attacks , huh."
Strom: "Big talk… from someone who hurts girls when they are alone." (his grip tightens on the blue spear, the pendant faintly glowing, but Strom's new Blue Blades orbit around him like tiny comets.)
Ross smirked and lunged forward, his dark spear striking like lightning to fast a massive impact. But Strom's Blue Blades moved by themselves, blocking with perfect synchronization. Clang! Clang! Clang! Sparks showered like stars as every strike met a floating blue diamond blade.
Ross spun around, twisting his spear to hook Strom's leg—but Strom hopped back and flicked his fingers. The floating blades launched forward in a swarm, slicing through Ross's ghostly shields like paper. some blades even grazed Ross's shoulder and lip , drawing a hiss of pain.
Ross: "You… can control weapons without touching them?!"
Strom: "You're not the only one with tricks."
Ross stomped hard, summoning ghostly warriors to distract Strom, but Strom slice ghost and steel like air, using his blades to tear the ghosts apart like shadows fading at dawn. He threw his spear into the air, launched himself off a rock, grabbing it mid-air, and spun—landing a heavy strike that cut Ross's chestplate and give a deep wound in chest.
Ross staggered back, coughing blood. "You brat!"
He swung desperately, but Strom's rage-fueled power surged, and with one massive overhead strike, he break Ross's dark spear into two parts.
The shockwave was massive rippled through the area, sending dust and pebbles flying even bending trees for a moment. Ross fell to his knees, staring at the broken weapon and broken armour.
Strom, breathing heavily but calm: "You want to see my rage?."
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Astrid's Reaction
Astrid, still bandaged from the earlier fight, leaned on her blade, watching the battle with wide eyes.
Astrid: "He's… he's awesome…" (her face almost glowing with excitement despite her injuries)
Wraith: "Tch… don't start simping for my boy right now…" (half annoyed, half proud)
Sam: "I can't even be jealous anymore… that's just unfair."
Ross groaned on the ground, but Strom placed his spear tip on Ross's helmet.
Strom: "Next time you want to steal someone's power—go steal from the grave."
Astrid couldn't hold it anymore—she actually cheered out loud:
Astrid: "Let's goooo, Strom!! Show him who the real warrior is!!"
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Chapter 10: The Rage of Dragon Knight
The battlefield was set under a dim moonlight. Strom, his chest heaving with anger, stood face to face with Ross. His fists clenched, his heart burning with the desire for retribution.
Ross, bloodied from the earlier fight but still standing strong, smirked. "You think you can defeat me? I've taken down countless warriors stronger than you mommy's boy."
Strom gritted his teeth, the anger flowing like a raging river. His focus was on only one thing: making Ross regret to be born.
Strom - "I just leave you , so you can realise you mistakes but a you don't take it seriously"
Astrid, Wraith, and Sam stood a few feet back, watching the fight unfold. Astrid, her arms crossed, grinned at the spectacle. "Is he will kill him for taking too much .
Wraith, with her usual calm demeanor, narrowed her silver eyes. "This fight is personal now."
Ross swung his broken dark spear, but Strom was faster. He dodged the strike and, in an instant, closed the distance between them. With a roar, Strom launched a powerful punch straight to Ross's chest. The force was to heavy it rip Ross Armour , but he quickly regained his stance due to Gost of fallen warriors.
"You'll need more strength to take down me kid," Ross sneered.
Without a word, Strom lunged again, his punches like hammers. He threw punch after punch again and again, each one landing with precision and raw power and pure anger, even his own knuckle bleeding but rage consume him. Ross tried to block, but Strom was relentless & mercyless now that he break Ross arm. The sound of fist meeting metal echoed through the night as Strom shattered Ross's defenses piece by piece, each punch is enough to dent the pure magic steel.
Ross stumbled, his helmet dented and cracked. Strom's next strike hit him square in the jaw, causing Ross to stagger back, spitting out blood. But the smile on Ross's face never faded. "Is that all?" he taunted.
Strom's rage reached its peak. His eyes narrowed, a glint of vengeance shining through. With one swift move, Strom ripped the helmet and his Jaw bone, the helmet rip off flying away revealing his bloodied face.
"You shouldn't have said anything about my mother," Strom whispered coldly, before delivering a devastating punch that connected directly with Ross's face. The impact was so powerful that it sent Ross flying backward, crashing so hard it crack the ground.
Strom stood over him, panting, his fists still clenched. Ross struggled to lift himself, blood dripping from his whole body and his body was failing him. He was no match for the sheer fury Strom brought to the fight.
Strom - "You're done," his voice low and steady.
With one final, crushing blow, Strom swung his fist with all his strength, smashing it directly into Ross's heart. The sickening sound of cracking steel & bones breaking echoed through the night as Ross gasped for breath. His hand reached toward his chest, but it was too much late.
Ross's body fall on the ground, lifeless. Strom stood over him, his hand full of blood holding Ross heart ,his anger subsiding but the flames of vengeance still burning deep in his chest.
Everyone was shocked because Strom just rip off Ross heart, in anger.
Wraith stepped forward, her silver eyes softening for a moment and hands touching Strom chest near heart . "Calm knight you take revenge, just don't lose yourself ."
Sam nodded, a smile creeping on his face. "Yeah bro! That was epic."
Strom, still panting, took a deep breath. "Why people even though they can hurt my family ."
Astrid - Wow! Man you just kill a phycho knight.
Strom - some people just talk to much, they need to know their limits.