"Altaris.... my nemesis"
Frederick, oozing with confident, step calmly to his adversary. imagining a glorious fight where he will wins as protagonist
A heroic kind of stories
He was using a sleeveless shirt, displaying his bulging muscle, paired with a black colored medieval trouser, best to not hinder his performance.
It's been a week since he know Altaris.
He like this dynamic, Altaris is chill, he actually treat commoner better then any other wellborn. The way Altaris see is impassive, unlike other noble who's look full on demeaning.
He needs to lit Altaris tho, to make the guy look at him seriously
cause the end of the day, Frederick is commoner, while Altaris is noble.
They can never be equal, but hey, working for the guy, seems not to bad of preposition
And so it begins
"You ready to fight me ?"
He asked when he arrive in front of Altaris, taking attention out of him. Violet, he knows the girls name is Violet, a knowledge that almost cost him his life, just look Altrius for a second in understanding, whispering something, then move to find another partner to kick.
Creating a situation where they both alone, ready to brawl, until one of them 6 feet under the ground
Altrius, turned at frederick, face slowly morphing to predatory grin.
"Why is he looking like i'm a birthday gift or something"
Frederick can't help but ask to himself
"Frederick.... my friend..... i thank you for this opportunity"
Altaris, as elegant as always, tighten his sleeve
Frederick heads churned, trying to read what was Altrius thinking. The guy is not supposed to be happy
While frederick mind was working, Altaris brush his coat, And continued with finger flick. A fire snake appear out of thin air, coiling, moving and ready for his master command. He then raise his hand, one in front and one hidden behind.
A gesture that Fredrick doesn't, appreciate
"He's planning to fight me with one hand"
Fredrick mumble, keep it in his head. He answered Altaris challenge with clasping fist one with the other.
A gauntlet made of soil, embracing his fist, in coil like manner. The coating is rough, full of blisters and rocks.
His signature way of brawl
Man to man and fist to fist, with bit taste of magic
Looked ready, Altaris, with his tongue glib, announcing the beginning of one of them demise
"Then, shall we dance"
Without hitch Frederick dash, taking the first move advantage.
Hist fist, up in the air, moving, as fast as train, aiming to hit Altaris side
Altaris, testing, adjust his foot. He take a step back, then crunching his fist, just to second later make a spread like gesture. As in command, the snake slither, down. Disappear into the ground
A huge ring fire surround him, A protection while also increasing the environment heat.
Halting the charge of Frederick, the guy not ready to take the risk
Knowing he can't get close, Frederick punch, trying to hurt an unexisting target, making him look like a fool boxing with air
But that couldn't be more false
From the punch like gesture, bunch of fragment adject to the air, shoot into Altaris way
Forcing the guy to dodge, and away from his place.
Fredrick continue his farce, keep sending rock after rock. Prompting him to run, to dodge, to maneuver around, unable to stay in place.
When he got the chance, Frederick will dash, just to halted again by rising ring of fire
And back to punching air
That happen for minutes an end
Basically, Altaris was force to play a patterned game
He needs window to attack, one who Frederick lack. And well in the end of the day, no amount of fire can defend against hurling rocks,
So his answer is just to dodge
From Frederick perspective, he has the upper hand
his stamina is higher then Altaris, his magic completely counter him, and in short range, in case they get close, he sure can overpower him
The scenario is perfect for him
But not for long
Why ?
Cause there is one problem
Altaris is a mage, he's always been mage
He's not half mage like Frederick, who, in order to use his magic, need to move around his body.
And, one rule when fighting a mage, is never give them space
The tempo is on frederick, he hold the leash for now on this battle field
But the moment he release it, his life comes down with it
Well, just as they say, stamina is a bitch
And indeed it is
While Frederick still punching, trying to hit him, Altaris was as happy as he can be
The way he dodge the incoming thing, is efficient, to say the least
He sidestep with care, he duck when he can, and run with juice unusually less
The energy output is too little to care
And then comes the breath, the sign of fatigued and spent, who, of course, from Frederick end
In doesn't take long to escalate, he grow tired the longer the fight goes on
And in the sea pressure, a pause was bound to happen
A quick one, but enough
The moment it did, a pillar of fire crash over him, burning his feet in the process
The burn stem to searing pain, making him loose his footing, try to succumb him to unfocused state
Then the game begins
"Akhhhh..... fuck"
Frederick swear, he knows this bound to happen, seeing the state their fight was in, but escalation is not supposed to be this quick
He already think of plan, until now he try to take no chance, fearing that Altaris, the tricky guy he is, able to retaliate
"How the fuck am i supposed to get close if my feet is on fire"
"Throw more rock, Frederick"
Altaris taunt. He is now in control. The attack was small, not enough to bring Frederick down, but in the world of magic where imagination reign supreme, a pain can destroy everything.
And surprisingly, his taunt seems to be working