Extending forward, slipping through Solid's grip, the trident rebounds as it struck mugen's blade. The attack forced Asta to block, making pean backward to deflect a little of the force.
Then he crouched, letting the trident pass by him as he swung his sword, aiming for Solid's chest for a clean cut, However solid rebounded his strike, leaving him a stagger a little.
Asta jumped back, Solid followed like a snake. His trident struck with a flurry of stabs aimed to disarm forcefully to get himself an upperhand. Yet none struck its mark before he watched Asta raise his foot and pin the shaft to the ground.
"You should have known when to stop."
Asta said pridefully before he dashed forward with stab.
He expected Solid to try to pull out his trident but the noble prince didn't bother, instead he let go of the trident and weaved through the stab before leaving a punch mark into Asta's face.
"Don't get too cocky punk. Weapons are always just extra extensions. I don't need one to beat someone like you."
"Are you sure? Look at your stomach."
Solid reached out to his stomach, finding a small trail of red blood coming out of a small cut near his liver.
"Amusing! I wonder who you trained under to get such reflexes." Solid smiles with a animalistic expression.
The pain didn't matter to him, instead he only grew more motivated in the heat of the duel that he forgot even the reason he began fighting.
Like a bull he stomped on the ground, launching himself forward like arrow as he slammed his knees into Asta's arms.
Meanwhile Asta saw a change in Solid's rhythm, the sensation going from a serene classical to a Street metal performance.
The two danced into the beat, Asta slashing every second while Solid barely dodged the attacks at the last second while maximizing his time.
Within seconds, Asta's decently muscles body was covered with bruises. On the other hand, Solid looked like chirped bamboo riddled with a small non-lethal cuts.
'at this rate, I will lose. I have to take charge of the tempo.' was what Asta thought before he let go of his blade and charged forward towards Solid in a sprint.
He couldn't make any lethal wounds on Noelle's brother even if he was a freak(from Asta's perspective), since he can't utilise his sword skills, he would rather chose hand to hand combat to beat him.
He began by swinging his elbow which solid ducked underneath without much problem but then as Solid was focused on his arms, Asta ducked as well. Like a wheel he spun, sweeping Solid's legs in a instant as he followed up with a kick to his stomach.
He watched him get flung from the kick, following behind to end it before he watched the prince's ruthless glare.
'danger!' Asta heard his senses scream towards him.
The next second,Solid's arm came forward like a whip, barely missing Asta head and shoulder by less than a second.
The break of rhythm gave him time to reposition himself, as he landed on a tree trunk and jumped back towards Asta.
Solid laughed, screaming towards Asta, "Entertain me more!!", finally he opened his grimoire to a prepare a spell so the battle could move on. "Glass magic: twin mirror"
A projection appeared, followed by a appearance of clone from within a magic circle. The clone looked like Solid but made of glass, a clear transparent blades Tonfa in its hands.
Moving in sync, Solid and his clone launched a double sided whirlwind of slashes that Asta jumped out of, but still he recieved a bleeding cut on his arms.
"So we allowing Magic now? Fine by me!" Asta snared, his grimoire opening by his side in a instant.
He was going to enjoy beating Solid up so Asta didn't create the wings. Instead he only covered his arms and summoned Crowos from the grimoire, charging forward like a demon.
The spear pierced through the clone, dispelling it in one shot that baffled Solid on the spot.
"H-How?" He managed to mutter in disbelief, Asta appeared beside slamming him at the waist with the spear.
Like a windmill, Solid flipped upside-down on the spot. His mind falling to understand how easily his defense had been broken.
He gritted his teeth,summoning four more clones that appearing around Asta from four sides. He used one of them a platform, taking its weapon- a Glaive alongside himself as he leapt up to the air.
'As if I will let you get away this easy,' Asta smiled.
He threw his spear towards Solid, missing him by an inch and leaving himself weaponless for a second.
"He missed?"
Solid couldn't believe it, their is ought be something, a reason for which Ast threw the spear.
'Threw the spear?' a realisation hit him.
Without hesitation, Solid turned around with a frown, his eyes only getting a second before Asta teleports to Crowos and kicks him back down.
He felt the kick, bend his ribs, saliva coming out of his mouth as he was sent straight into the ground. He coughed, gasping for air, his eyes stuck on Asta as the clones moved together to guard him.
'Damn he is persistent,' Asta thought, 'look at the way he is glaring at me.'
Yet Asta scoffed at Solid's efforts, Since there was no chance he was losing a magic war.
He raised his figure. A near instant bullet of blood leaving the tip of his finger. The glass clones were pierced, leaving a small hole in their chest before the bullet Struck Solid's head.
The clones shattered soon after, their master had lost his focus and the magic circle was broken by the spare anti-magic in the bullet.
"Cough. To think I will lose so pathetically. I should have just asked Noelle for help." Spoke Solid with a disappointed tone.
He turned to Asta, Expecting him to atleast make a finishing blow. Watching him walk towards himself slowly, a spear being spun by his fingers like smoking pipe.
"Came to laugh at me?" He questioned, half heartly expecting Asta to just insult him. "..I didn't take you for the silent type."
" I am not... I just can't find words that I can use for you."
The words stung deep into Solid's heart, the insults were gonna a big one for sure was what he thought.
'how about i faint before that?' a idea popped up in his head, better go unconscious than before hit with a shower with insults.
He smacked his hand against his neck, striking himself into sleep and left Asta in bafflement.
"What just happened?" Asta thought at the sudden predicament.
Stupified and confused, Asta could no longer even think of what he wanted to initially say to Solid. This was too wierd for him to digest.
So Asta did what he could, that was leaving a Note in Solid's pocket, telling him to stop being a sis-con.
Than just as nonchantly as he placed the note. Asta left the scene, calling Yubin to meet up at the hotel before he flew away back to City.
He glanced back once mid-flight, wondering whether he should atleast talk to Noelle but threw the thoughts away when he remembered he had left a baby dragon sleeping on his room last night.
"I hope he isn't angry," Asta grumbled, "it would be hassle to calm down a tantrum throwing dragon."
He flew forward, hurrying his pace a little. It has been too many events in his two days here that it was getting to his mind.
For now he wanted to avoid all of hassles and just wait for the big event.
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-1 hour later-
Slap
Noelle smacked her brother's face, slapping him left and right.
"Wake up you idiot! What happened?" She yelled at him.
Solid slowly awakened from his sleep, groaning in pain as his neck creaked. His blurry vision slowly cleared before he was jolted awake at the sight of a spear.
He jumps away, turning to Noelle who had just planted a spear of water where he was a second ago.
"Are you trying to kill me?! Whats with the spear!" He roared, recieving a splash of water to his face as a result.
Noelle pointed her spear at Solid, her eyes as ruthless as they could be. "Answer me first. What did you do to him?"
"Him?"
" I AM TALKING ABOUT THAT GUY!.. whatever his name was." Noelle said, remembering she didn't even knew Asta's name.
Solid's head began hurting, the painful memories of being defeated by someone that looked 17 year old beating him in a frontal assault.
"Urgh! I am never going to recover from this."
"Did you say something?"
"No.. He left."
*Thwack*
"I can see that you idiot! I am asking why he left!" Noelle said as she bonked Solid's head with her fist once more. "Huh whats that?"
A note fell from Solid's pocket. Picking it up while Solid held his head, she read through the single message written within it.
She begans shaking, her face twisting into a forced smile. A drop of blood escaped her mouth from her tongue that she had just bitten in rage.
Slowly she turned like a machine, Her eyes now as cold as a embodiment of death itself. It was clear by now, Solid wasn't gonna be walking on his two legs anymore.