Chapter 220: Immovable sword
"Die!"
Irwin jerked his head back while kinetic energy exploded from his feet to propel him out of the massive energy blast as Doomblade's namesake slammed into the ground, leaving behind ripples.
Stumbling back, he increased the size of his hammer to regain his balance. Fire was raging all around him, keeping at bay the mass of roaring Galubs. A quick look showed none dared approach the searing heat he was projecting outward.
Too bad Doomblade doesn't care, Irwin thought as he focused back on the hardest fight he'd had in a long time.
The five-horned Galub glared at him, seeming unaffected by the bruises covering his face. A pale blue barrier sat all around him with a whitish aura a few feet beyond it. Irwin's flames were unable to pierce the barrier, while Irwin had found out what the aura did.
He took a step to the side, shrinking his hammer before quickly circling towards Doomblade.
Twenty counts between his big attacks, he thought as he watched the sword very faintly pulse as Doomblade ripped it from the ground it had been stuck into.
"You won't survive," the Galub snarled.
Irwin didn't bother reacting. Doomblade had been snarling obscenities and threats all during the fight, and he'd found they were nothing but attempts at distracting him.
No. What he needed to do was find a gap in the insane defense.
Taking a deep breath, he readied himself, then dashed forward, exploding with kinetic speed and swinging his hammer around. Doomblade's sword whipped up with speed nothing that large should be capable of, and Irwin shrunk his hammer to evade the block before enlarging it. Doomblade's eyes widened, but he nearly folded back on himself, the hammer swooshing through the air above him.
How can he move like that, Irwin thought as he stepped forward and kicked the Galub.