The wind howled around Maru and Slive as they clashed in a fierce battle. Maru had been struggling to keep up with Slive's relentless attacks. Slive wielded the Aurora's Breath, and Maru had been forced to use all his skills to avoid its deadly projectiles.
But Maru had been waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He had been holding back, biding his time until William gave the go ahead to remove the rune that limited their abilities to thirty percent. The rune, a mysterious symbol etched into their arms, had been a constant drain on their arcaneum.
Finally, the moment arrived. Maru saw his chance and seized it, using his arcaneum to burn the rune. The symbol glowed brightly for a moment before dissipating into nothingness.
As the rune's influence faded, Maru felt a surge of power course through his veins. His connection to the wind grew stronger, and he could feel the air responding to his every command.
With his released power, Maru summoned a massive storm, unleashing insane lightning strikes that illuminated the dark sky. The lightning bolts crackled with electricity, striking the ground with incredible force and sending Slive stumbling backward.
The lightning strikes were relentless, each one more powerful than the last. Slive tried to defend himself, but Maru's attacks were too much for him. The Aurora's Breath, once a formidable weapon, was no match for Maru's unleashed powers.
As the lightning strikes continued to rain down, Slive stumbled and fell to the ground. Maru stood over him, his eyes blazing with power, his chest heaving with exertion.
The battle was intense, and Slive was now badly hurt. Maru stood over him and laughed.
"You just got beaten by a twelve year old, punk."
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Thalia's eyes locked onto Axel, her childhood bully, as he sneered at her with contempt. The Dawnbringer glowed with an otherworldly energy in his hands. Thalia's fingers twitched with anticipation, her palm itching to release the rune that had held her powers in check for so long.
The air was thick with tension as the two opponents faced off. The silence was oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Thalia's ragged breathing. She was ready to unleash her full fury upon Axel, to show him the true extent of her powers.
With a swift motion, Thalia burnt the rune from her palm. The symbol glowed brightly for a moment before dissipating into nothingness. As the rune's influence faded, Thalia felt a surge of power course through her veins.
Thalia's body erupted into flames, the fire burning with an intensity that seemed to pierce the very soul. The flames danced around her, fueled by her anger and determination. Axel stumbled backward, the Dawnbringer glowing brighter as it fed off Thalia's tragic past.
But Thalia was unstoppable. She summoned a wave of flames that engulfed Axel, the fire burning with a ferocity that seemed to consume everything in its path. The Dawnbringer faltered in Axel's grasp, its power waning as Thalia's flames overpowered him.
She shaped her flames into the shape of a tiger, it's jaws ferocious and wild. It roared as it came to life, joining Thalia in the fight.
The battle raged on, the two opponents exchanging blows and counterattacks. But Thalia's power was growing, her flames burning brighter and stronger with each passing moment and her tiger growing bigger. Axel stumbled backward, his movements becoming more and more labored.
In a final, desperate bid to turn the tide, Axel launched a powerful strike with the Dawnbringer. But Thalia was ready for him. With a swift motion, she summoned a pillar of fire that shot towards Axel, the flames burning with an intensity that seemed to incinerate everything in its path.
The outcome was inevitable. Thalia's flame tiger finally managed to land a powerful bite on Axel, and he fell to the ground, defeated. Thalia stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion. She had unleashed her full fury upon her childhood bully, and she had emerged victorious.
As the flames died down, Thalia stood tall, her eyes blazing with determination. She knew that she would never be held back again, that she would always stand up for herself and those she cared about. The rune was gone, and she was free to wield her flames as she saw fit.
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Izalea's eyes sparkled like diamonds in the sunlight as she faced off against Vespera, the controller of the strings of fate. The air was electric with tension, the very fabric of reality seeming to bend and warp around them as Vespera used her divine relic.
"You think you can control the threads of destiny?" Izalea asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "I'll show you what true power looks like."
Vespera sneered, her fingers weaving a complex pattern as she manipulated the Threads of fatus. "You think you're powerful?" she asked. "I'll show you what true power looks like."
The two opponents circled each other, their movements fluid and calculated. Izalea's eyes never left Vespera's face, her gaze piercing and intense.
"I've been holding back for too long," Izalea said, her voice low and husky. "But now, it's time to unleash my true power."
With a flick of her wrist, Izalea burnt the rune from her palm, unleashing a torrent of water that seemed to contain the power of the entire ocean.
"This is the true power of Izalea Dorus, the Water Paladin and master of the Cosmic seas!"
*A/N: The Cosmic sea water is a type that has tiny fragments of arcaneum stars that have an explosive force when unleashed.
The Cosmic Seas raged around her, waves crashing against the ground and threatening to engulf everything in their path.
Vespera's eyes widened as she realized the extent of Izalea's power. "No...this can't be," she stammered, her fingers faltering as she tried to manipulate the threads.
Izalea's laughter was like music, her joy infectious as she summoned a massive wave, it's tip armed with countless water spikes that crashed down on Vespera. "You should have stayed out of my way," she said, her voice carrying on the wind.
The wave receded, revealing Vespera stumbling backward, her white cloak dyed with her crimson blood. Izalea advanced, her movements fluid and powerful.
"You think you can control the threads of fate?" Izalea asked, her voice dripping with amusement. "Only the Moirai can do that. Now I'll show you what it means to cross me."
The battle raged on, the two opponents exchanging blows and counterattacks. Izalea's control over the Cosmic Seas was unmatched, her power growing with each passing moment.
Vespera stumbled backward, her manipulation of the threads of destiny faltering as Izalea's power overwhelmed her. "No...this can't be," she stammered, her eyes wide with fear.
Izalea's smile was like a challenge, her eyes glinting with excitement. "You should have thought of that before you crossed me," she said, her voice dripping with amusement.
The final blow came swiftly, Izalea summoning a massive vortex of water that pulled Vespera in, rendering her unable to manipulate the threads of destiny. The outcome was inevitable as Izalea released the power of the Arcaneum fragments.
As the wave receded, Vespera lay half dead on the ground, her manipulation of the threads of destiny broken. Izalea stood victorious, her chest heaving with exertion.
"I think it's time for you to learn a new tune," Izalea said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "One that doesn't involve controlling the fate of others."
Vespera's face twisted in anger, but Izalea just smiled. "You're not used to losing, are you?" she asked, her voice dripping with amusement.
"No," Vespera spat in her last breath, her eyes flashing with fury.
Izalea's laughter was like a challenge, her eyes glinting with excitement. "I'm not lucky," she said. "I'm just better than you."
As Vespera's life stumbled away, defeated, Izalea stood tall, her control over the Cosmic Seas still raging around her. She knew that she would face many more challenges in the future, but she was ready. Her power was limitless, and she would stop at nothing to protect herself and those she cared about.
The wind died down, the waves receding as Izalea's power faded into the distance. But the memory of her victory would linger, a reminder of her strength and determination. Izalea was a force to be reckoned with, and those who crossed her would do so at their own peril.