A rampage of dragons swarm the sky and land, hoping to find the intruders. But even then, even if a dragon or more were to find them, they couldn't report it back because by then, they would've already been dead.
Either exploded by the 'Sin of gluttony' or slain by the 'Sin of pride', even suffocated by the 'Sin of sloth' these dragons were no match for such powerful foes despite them being the strongest race ever to exist.
Dripping with blood as corpses of dragon piles up, Eroe creatively made a throne out of their flesh and bones, their tooth used for a legging to carry the throne.
The surrounding areas reeks of stench of blood and gore but as a 'hero' he must bear it, for justice. Yuriel flies near him, looking down. Her stomach cower, her mouth suddenly becomes dry as she painfully cast her eyes down.
Almost puking after witnessing the sights of dragon's gore, she rushed toward him with full force.
"You sick bastard, what have you done!!!" Eroe parries her rush with his shield, then with the hand that's holding the sword, he thrust at her, missing it on purpose.
"Oh..? I didn't know a heroine was trapped here, had I known, I would've been way more cautious."
Yuriel, still in fit of rage says nothing, all she wants to do was to crush the man in front of her, she grabs the tips of his sword, then she violently swings it towards the ground, waiting for Eroe to let go.
Eroe's body slammed into the ground, then it was in the air again before repeatedly getting slammed again.
She then grab Eroe by his arms.
"You.. you going to pay for that…" she said.
He could felt a chilling aura clinging around him as Yuriel looked down on him, getting thrown into a deep tunnel inside the island. Yuriel aimed to grabs his head.
But Eroe swiftly got on his feet and avoid being grabbed, then raising his leg up nonchalantly, he kicks Yuriel in her abdomen.
"Guh-" her body backs away as she grasps on her injuries.
"You are naught, a false heroine. You are a disgrace, you are no lady but a witch… and a witch need to be taken care of."
Eroe steady took up a stance, it was proper and professional. Then with a flash of silver light, he strikes at Yuriel without her noticing: gazing her cheeks.
"You are rash, you cannot smite me let alone even touching me."
Hearing something similar she resets her mindset quickly, taking two deep breath. She realizes that she could feel no mana coming from the foe in front of her.
"It's these sinful bastard again!" She thought.
Eroe smiles before striking again, this time he aimed to thrust at her legs but Yuriel with her keen sense parries the slashed and counter with a jab to the face.
"Could you repeat that again? It's a shame to be punch by a witch, especially when they're know to use magics only."
Eroe's nose was bleeding but he didn't care for it, he spats out the blood that was clogged in his mouth.
"Tis' but a shame by me, but as a hero, I know that honor doesn't come with regrets, so why should I be ashamed to be hit by you, when it was my arrogance to falter?"
Yuriel upon hearing this took up a stance, with her both arms up, ready to block and attack.
"It doesn't look like he's invincible like that other 'Sin'…" she thought.
Eroe looked at her stance then at his sword, he sighed as if he was abandoning his comrades. Throwing the sword away, he hold out his palm, in a matter of second a spear has been manifested—
His head bounce back as Yuriel punches him repeatedly. Yuriel pulls on his hair before he could have any thought to process what just happen, then she pummel his face into oblivion.
Eroe quickly swung the spear around forcing Yuriel to let go of his hair and back away.in a cinematic way, he impressively swing it in a circle from his waist to his back then to his other waist.
Trying to look heroic, his bruise up face, drips with blood wasn't helping making him look like a hero, he look horrid instead.
"You wrenched girl, you are no lady but a brute, a barbarian. I must smite you."
Yuriel smirk to his arrogance, his confidence is deafening.
"You don't look too well to be saying such thing, should I knock you out and put you out of your misery?"
The gauntlet clings to her hands as she dashed toward Eroe. Eroe holding on the spear tightly lunge toward Yuriel.
The tip of Eroe's spear clashed with Yuriel's knuckles, then thrusting his weapon back, he twisted it to strike at Yuriel the the back of his spear.
Yuriel senses this and grab ahold of the spear, then she lifted him up, readying to slam him down on the floor but kicking his left leg, he twirled and twisted himself out of Yuriel's grasp.
Still in the air, Yuriel didn't waste no time to attack him, she aimed for her armor but when her fist got in contact, there was like a force field.
Eroe smirked at her attempt at striking his body.
"Didn't you know that an armor is supposed to be impregnable?"
Yuriel ignore him as she rushes toward him more, trying to hit his face. Eroe swiftly steps forward to avoid being hit, then he threw out a feint strike, forcing Yuriel to block but she couldn't block the kick that hit her head on soon after.
Yuriel brushed it off, putting her leg against the wall, she fasten herself, aiming to hit Eroe's face again. Eroe grin before repeating the same counter he did to her before but Yuriel's aerobics skill came in handy this time, she lowered her self and got on her hand, then spinning her legs, she kicks Eroe on his left side of the face.
As he back away, she noticed something, a crack, a dent, something a fortress should never have. She smiled at the sight she just saw.
"Hey, you said you were a knight right? A hero destined for greatness?"
Eroe puzzled by the sudden question quietly stared at her.
"Yeah, and what of it?"
Yuriel going into her stance. Transforming all of her mana to her right hand, the gauntlet became bigger, it becomes more fierce and stronger.
"Well, you should know that a knight should always take care of his equipment."
Eroe angrily let go of his spear, then he manifested himself a golden axe, one that sparkling with bloodlust.
He swung his axe high. Yuriel dashed in front of him and press her gauntlet at where the dent was. Swinging it down, he missed Yuriel by a mile, but Yuriel pressed harder until Eroe's armor break.
With her fists up against his ribs, she pressed it harder then dealt the final punch.
Eroe stepped back as he falls to his knee, his hand holding his ribs.
"You.. sick.. ack-, how dare you hit a knight, that's treason!!!"
He got up, still bruised up from Yuriel's beating. He looked at his broken armor and smacks his lips in anger, seeing the gold and shiny pieces on the ground. He snaps his finger and in the matter of second, his armors have been repaired.
Yuriel study Eroe's action and body language, as well as his ability. Lost in thought, Eroe tried to thrust his axes into Yuriel but she think him away. Then piecing everything what she have just saw and experience, she chuckles lightly.
"I see now, you're nothing more than a delusion, narcissistic person who think himself as a knight."
Eroe raised his brows in confusion, not knowing what Yuriel was spouting out.
"What do you mean? You're speaking nonsense now?"
"Your power, I understand it now. I can't believe it, you have such a good ability but you choose to believe you're a knight? What a joke,"
Eroe growls as he gritted his teeth.
"Your power or ability lies in your imagination, it feeds off of your delusions and desires… meaning, you are nothing more than a narcissist manic thinking himself as a knight."
Having said that, Yuriel clenched her fist tightly. With a sharp smile, she gleefully stares at Eroe's shocked face before adding one more comment.
"I know a way to beat you, you pathetic loser."
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Flotter walked on the uneven pavement she and her 'Sin' companions had caused. She sighed as she emotionlessly murders the dragons that were in her vision.
With no remorse, she steps on the corpses of the deceased, not before spatting at their body.
"Boring… can't believe we were tasked to annihilate the entire dragon's race… that doesn't seem right."
Feeling a faint pressure from her back, she dashed toward. Avoiding the attacks that had gone for her.
"You… what are you? You're no human."
The figures scoffed at the girl's remarks.
"You know, I've been told that a lot and it hurt because I have feeling you know."
As the majestic man flicks the sides of his hair, his shiny golden eyes gleaming downward. Vas Allen saw what the girl had just did, she have killed a living being with no mercy nor sympathy or empathy.
"You disgust me you know, why must my feeling be hurt by the likes of you?"
Easing both his hands up, he aimed his palms toward Flotter. As his mana starts to build up within his hands, a mixed of Fire and Water magics start to form.
"I hope you drown in your own sin and burn away your entire life essence."