Back in present...
Two warriors were fighting it out. Dealing blows after blows on each other. Every blow carrying enough strength to knock an elephant out, yet they kept going. Each blow stronger than before. Both of them stood upon that hallowed ground, the defender and attacker were more or less in the same situation. As soon as one of them had the advantage over the other, the other person came up with a counter. Each fighting for survival each in their own way. Time ticked by as time does, neither accelerating nor flinching, one wanted to protect his family, while the other wanted to destroy it.
'The way he talks in Portuguese and primarily uses his legs to fight, it's clear this guy's from Brazil or somewhere around the country...' Johnny thought, assuming his battle stance, 'And as far as I can remember, Nicholas informed me about his enmity with a distinguished guild called the white wolves or something... They were also the ones who sabotaged Arnold's dungeon run. But what are these bastards doing here?'
The big man wasn't as big nor as strong as Johnny. Yet his technique of fighting was very unique. Not to mention the way he repeatedly appeared and disappeared was a pain for Johnny to handle alone. This ability was solely the reason he hadn't been able to take the man down even after fighting with him for over five minutes. It was longer than he had ever fought against any human without knocking him out. Apart from Nicole.
Deep down Johnny had respect for the mysterious man, but he knew he had to get rid of this man fast. The others needed him. He knew so because his communicator kept buzzing ceaselessly. He was still thinking of different ways to overpower his target when he spoke up.
"A bit amusing, won't you say the same?" The man grinned. Slowly removing the cloth dr.a.p.ed around his head, "I don't think there's any need to hide from anyone, anymore. It wouldn't take you much time to put one and one together and figure out who we are."
"I had figured it out even before you should me that disgusting face of yours," Johnny replied without taking his eyes off the man.
He wasn't exaggerating anything. The man's face was truly a work of art. Just like Picasso's last self-portrait. In short... If a kid saw the man, they'd be scarred for the rest of their lives. He had a wide face, an extremely small nose even a particular dark wizard's snake-like nose was bigger than his, and narrow lips. His grey eyes were droopy and had thin eyebrows. His black hair or whatever remained of it was closely shaved. All in all his dishevelled appearance made him look like an orc more than a human. But something made it all secondary.
It was the burn marks on the right side of his face that attracted Johnny's attention. These were normal burn mark either. These were caused by an elementalist... A pyromancer to be precise. The left side of his head had been completely incinerated. Not a single strand of hair was on the mentioned side of his head. At that moment, Johnny couldn't help but wonder what could the man have possibly done to incur such wrath from someone. Then he remembered someone with a short fuse who could've done this...
"Arnold?" Johnny mumbled but it was loud enough for the man to hear him.
"If not him then who else?" The man gave a sad smile but soon got a hold over himself. He didn't have the time to reimburse into memories, not when he was so close to taking his revenge on the man who was the source of his pain and misery.
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