Isen’roy Dullan, “Phoenix”
Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh?
A vein popped on Isen’roy’s forehead.
Oi oi oi, what’s up with that? He went out of his way to great Solomon and he gets shrugged off with a
”But now is not the time for the two of us to fight.”? Totally dismissing him, the bearded bastard was attempting to proceed with his meal!
“Hahaha…”
Annoyance built up in him. Just because he went off the radar for a year or two and suddenly people were forgetting what he was capable of. Grabbing the hilt of Impetus, Isen’roy concentrated for a moment before unleashing his technique.
The giant red sword was hanging off an open sheathe on his back. Holding the sword in this position hardly counted as stance but it was a stance nonetheless. Isen’roy was using a variation of the common quick-draw sword technique. His arm and the sword blurred momentarily. To the untrained eye, it would have seemed as if Isen’roy hadn’t moved at all.
In reality, the red haired warrior had launched three lightning-fast slashes. Using the friction from his sheathe, each slash created a powerful shockwave of heat. None of these shockwaves hit Solomon directly, instead destroying the area around him. The top of the tree Solomon was sitting under was blown away, leaving behind a two meter high smouldering stump.
“That’s not how you should treat long lost frie-“
Isen’roy was cut off midway as several others surrounded him.
“Ya shouldn’t really be doing that, ya’know?”
“Indeed, it was actions like this that caused your exile.”
“Calm the fuck down, you hot-headed retard.”
A katana, a double-sided magical lance and a chainsaw. Each of these were pointed towards Isen’roy. The killing intent overflowed from each of their users, indicating they would cut him down with no hesitation if he tried anything stupid.
Ajitae, Silverlight. from the royal family of the Water Kingdom. The 3rd prince in line for the throne. Many of proclaimed him as a sword prodigy that appears once every hundred years.
Aelynthi the Knightfall. A famous knight commander from the Sky Kingdom. A top-tier fighter and of the prime tools of justice used by the Pope.
Agneria the Executioner. A genetically modified anti magic soldier from the Earth Kingdom. Her prototype weapon,
Extinction, is a powerful chainsaw. Her favourite means of fighting is decapitation.
Gregorias had noticed the commotion starting and the cunning old man brought it up to their attention. Unlike Isen’roy, these three were loyal to their nations. In short, they were not going to entertain ruffians like Isen’roy disrupting official business. He whistled happily to himself as he observed from the sidelines.
“And you there, shitty Solomon” said Agneria. “You’re equally at fault for provoking this dumbass.”