Dark God vs shaman spirit
Dramix saw no one move, as he took a battle-ready stance.
When he did so, the people around actually moved, as the mysterious figure vanished again.
This was beyond the normal magic he knew.
The fire around his hand flared up some knowing this.
“You two as well.” (Dramix)
Naleeit drew her sword, and so did Gulliver.
“I won’t abandon you, my mate.” (Naleeit)
Gulliver smirked as well.
“Nor I, my friend.” (Gulliver)
Dramix smirked happily.
“I can’t lure him out with you here. Please, this is a fight between shamans. These are powers beyond your understanding.” (Dramix)
Gulliver turned to Naleeit and she nodded trustingly, then Dramix and Gulliver smiled.
“Give him the fires of hell.” (Naleeit)
Dramix nodded, as they both turned away quickly as another thunderbolt came toward Gulliver and Dramix blocked it.
Dramix knew the code of spirits well, and you don’t fight withdrawing forces.
Whoever this magician is, he’s playing with forces beyond his comprehension.
Dramix had enough of that.
“I’m a drakan shaman named Dramix. By the greater power, my challenger should show themselves now so we may properly begin.” (Dramix)
As Dramix yelled, the very rain seemed to stop falling in a circle in front of him, then he walked into the void, as a cloaked figure with a golden glow around him walked forward.
“I see, so they are much stronger in this era.” (Assassin)
The cloaked man then showed his face. To Dramix, he seemed to have two faces.
“I shall have to fix that.” (Assassin)
Dramix got ready to attack, as a golden figure appeared in front of the man, and Peter left the amulet. Dramix relaxed, knowing he can do no more than that. Peter smiled widely, moving over to Dramix and looking at Zwilander. He felt the spear going to him willingly, as he turned him over.
“As challenged, I have taken my first move. Have at thee.” (Peter in physical form)
Peter then smiled a little more, as Dramix heard his unfocused thoughts.
“I always wanted to say that.” (Peter’s Spirit Talking)
The golden figure then charged Peter with such speed, that a lesser trained eye wouldn’t have seen the charge, the block, or the counter attacks to follow.
Dramix knew in this challenge that Peter took on his body’s condition. He was still sore and tired from the long training sessions he and Gulliver have been putting one another under. He was groggy from just waking up from his slumber, and hungry as well.
He didn’t look like the pain-affected him any though. That became apparent, as needles started raining down, but he didn’t even try to block them, as he easily struck easy the golden figure.
A moment later, Peter backed away and flexed, causing most of the needles inside his body to get shot out a few inches.
“Impressive spirit. Few people would have taken the opening at the cost of so much pain.” (Evil God)
Peter eyed the god’s persona that was wearing several dawn breaker items as he gripped Zwilander harder.
Peter got ready for the next trap, then the golden figure split into three, then five and surrounded him.
“Tell me how you deal with….” (evil god)
Peter didn’t let him finish his sentence, as he hit the ground hard with Zwilander and the strike caused an earthquake that struck each of the figures at the same time.
Dramix looked surprised at the pillars being formed and hitting each illusion and the real spirit he was fighting.
Peter then got ready again to attack.
“Very well, let’s see what you can do with this then.” (Evil God)
The golden figure seemed to vanish and appear to have stabbed Peter through the heart, but Peter seemed to stretch and sidestep the attack, as he put Zwilander into the others back.
“Think time is a power I can’t see? Every power you can show me, I have a stronger version false spirit.” (Peter in physical form)
The golden figure backed away injured.
After a moment, he became healed.
“I expect nothing less from one of the guides in the darkness. One of the Eyes Souls. Still, you’re limited by your power, but I’m not. I can fight here for all eternity, while you’re bound to a mortal.” (Evil God)
Peter sighed.
“Spending an eternity fighting you? That doesn’t sound fun.” (Peter in physical form)
The golden man smiled while proud.
“Guess I have to end this then. Let’s see…. How does Dramix do it again?” (Peter in physical form)
Peter took a deep breath and surprised many people when he breathed fire better than Dramix does onto the spear.
It engulfed it very quickly, before suddenly condensing into the spear in his hand. The iron shell started melting away, showing a shining red hot metal.
After a few seconds, it cooled down to a stunning silver glow and aura. The golden figure raised his hand, showing four mirrors floating and circling Peter.
Peter then shook his head before speaking.
“Tricks and traps. Is that all you got?” (Peter in physical form)
Peter slowly stuck Zwilander into one of the mirror, and it came out of the opposite end.
Peter then turned to the spear tip and grabbed it before pulling on the grip to pull himself into a mirror. He appeared on the other side of the pierced mirror, as the four collided with one another.
“You’re boring me. Show me this power that so many are afraid of.” (Peter in physical form)
Peter then smiled before continuing.
“Or can you not? You’re bound to the body you’re now in.” (Peter in physical form)
Dramix understood what Peter meant.
The blow done in the elven village was harder than he thought. This god can’t recover as long as he’s incomplete.
As Dramix thought that, the golden figure put Peter in an ice prison. Peter merely swiped Zwilander through it, causing it to melt away.
A door then appeared in front of the golden figure, then it split into three. They started floating around, then Peter timed it to pierce all three at the same time at the right moment. The doors then faded away, showing the golden figure was pierced by the spear.
“Ah, I see. You aren’t bound like before.” (Evil God)
Peter pulled out Zwilander quickly and thrust the spear into the heart of the golden figure, as Peter’s hand vanished. The rest of him then did so as well.
Dramix was shocked, as the golden figure became engulfed in fog.
