Chapter 63: Reper blood
Thaedric nodded. He didn’t speak, his voice might have him away, and since he still did not know what Cormac was planning he didn’t want to overplay his hand.
But the truth was that Thaedric didn’t know how to convince them that he was Thaedric. He needed to show them through fighting.
"Very well," Gorvo said. Then he surprised Thaedric by bowing to Kagerou. "But if you don’t mind my Lord, I’d rather fight you. I heard the Reginald Swordsmanship is the most powerful." His hand tightened on his sword.
Kagerou tilted his head up. "You disagree?"
Gorvo looked him straight in the eyes. "Yes."
Kagerou nodded, his eyes sharpened but then he yawned. "Well, I’m sure your Swordsmanship is the most powerful. Can you start fighting now?"
Thaedric snorted. Sounds like Kagerou alright.
Gorvo stared at Kagerou in surprise, as if he couldn’t quite believe he would wave him away like that, he frowned and narrowed his eyes as their judge turned away from them, giving them space.
"Well, are you done trying to cozy up to the judge? Licking his ass won’t let you win." Thaedric said with a smirk and raised his mace.
Thaedric was seeing a lot of emotions from Gorvo’s cold face today, he watched as his face ripped, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.
’Maybe you shouldn’t provoke him?’ Sandskar advice as aura poured from Gorvo. His aura was like ice against the skin, sharpened ice.
"He’s already touching tier three. I wonder why he hasn’t advanced." Thaedric muttered. "Get yourself ready Sandskar."
"I will show you. The best swordsmanship in this Dominion!" Then Gorvo drew his sword. It flashed with a silver light that cut anything on its part.
It was fast. Very fast but Thaedric hadn’t trained with Malak just for the painful fun of it. Immediately Gorvo drew his sword, Thaedric had traced the sliver of light that shone and cut toward him with his eyes.
Sandskar stopped it but it took a lot.
"You are not going to take me out with just one attack, Gorvo."
Gorvo didn’t reply, instead, he spread his legs apart and held his sword to the side, holding it backward. Aura gathered around the edges, they rolled like fog around him. "First form."
The way the first time Thaedric ever saw him use a form and he didn’t like the power he was gathering in that technique of his one bit.
Thaedric swung his mace down with all his strength, he cracked the stone floor with a loud clang and sent debris churning up, and then he hit them with his mace as if playing a baseball.
Small stones shot off like bullets, ripping through the air with force. It wasn’t powerful enough to do that much damage to Gorvo but it was still something to be avoided. He released his gathered power and dodged.
It was what Thaedric was waiting for. The problem with most Swordsmanship techniques was that they took too much time to execute. There are only a few that can release instant techniques.
Thaedric closed the distance between them, his mace a few feet from his opponent, not giving Gorvo the time to gather his power. "Too slow!" He shouted as he rammed the head of his mace up, the tip meant to crush his ribs but then Gorvo parried it with his sword.
Thaedric began. He plans to overwhelm Gorvo and drive him back until he cornerss him into the stage wall.
His mace was weightless in his hand as he swung it like a sword, using wide arcs meant to crush from the shoulder but Gorvo parried, sending bright sparks flying. Each swing carried a woosh that stirred the air.
He was a bit surprised that Gorvo could keep up with his strength but then again he noticed the way the white-haired boy kept deflecting his blows, not taking them head-on.
’I will wear him down before he can do any fancy technique!’ Thaedric grinned, his fangs flashing and his eyes lit up. One of the reasons he loves blunt weapons is their way of not giving a fuck about technique. It is all about strength.
Each blow that Gorvo defended against sent vibration, like ants eating up a tree, shooting into his arm and it was only years of training that made his hand firm on the grip. He tried to disengage but Thaedric was like a hunting beast on a hunt, he followed him.
It was when Thaedric started targeting specific places– his joints, shoulders, and knees that Gorvo knew he had to do something. Silver light gathered around the edges of his sword and then exploded forward.
Thaedric jumped back, the attack was weak and his shield would have protected him but instincts took over. He watched as Gorvo danced back, making the distance between them.
"You’ve run out of reach, Gorvo! It’s been a while since you’ve been forced to fight like this right!" Thaedric called. He snapped his mouth shut a moment later. He looked around, but no one seemed to have heard his voice from the stand.
Then he felt eyes on him. It was like an eagle’s on its prey. He knew those eyes. He was familiar with their weight. He looked back, and he wasn’t surprised to see Kagerou looking at him with a slight frown on his face, his eyes shining like uncut gems.
Kagerou only look this alert if there was something important he was missing. Mostly in relation to Thaedric’s protection.
Thaedric snapped his attention back to his fight. If he doesn’t concentrate here then he might be dead before everyone realizes that his blood is purple.
Gorvo didn’t like being interrupted. He had whipped up a technique from the moment that Thaedric diverted his attention. And now he stood surrounded by silver light, his hair whipping around him as his aura kicked up the wind. "Truly It’s been a while since I’ve fought like this. Most won’t see my sharpness before they know what hit them."
Thaedric had noticed through the brief fight he watched Gorvo fight and now as they fight. Gorvo’s bloodline technique doesn’t use silver light. It just manifested as that.
Gorvo continued. "That is why I will show you real power, Reaper blood! Third form!"
