Chapter 713: A Rather Surprising Equal
Frazer Coastrom, the chosen of Asmareth–the god of false hopes. He was no child nor a bumbling adventurer like Felix and the others for the harsh desert had shaped him into a monster, a monster with absolute control of all elements. And as the people retreated from him and the djinn sisters, he let those very elements burn through his warrior fists.
At a glance the water circling his left hand reminded Riyanzah of her own powers, and on the other the fiery flames–although a different color was just as much of a reminder to the other sister. The man who fought with his fists was challenging them with the very elements that they themselves commanded. Now if he knew that was the case–which the girls were still uncertain of–could either mark him as a challenge or another man too sure of his abilities.
Separating from each other, the sisters walked in an arc around the man. Their eyes remained on him at all times, and the way they moved with uniform motion and equal distance from the front arc or the back, kept Frazer’s eyes sharp as he could only respond to one of them at a time.
"Quite the show, you’re put on for everyone here~" Seraphim chuckled, her body bursting into clear blue flames.
"Too bad it’ll be shortlived~" Added her sister as a spring of water erupted from the desert soil and began spiraling around her body.
"That’s where you’re wrong," to the surprise of the girls, Frazer closed his eyes and split into two identical clones. Opening their eyes together, the clones each turned to one of the girls with no way of them knowing which one was the real hero. But what they did notice at once, was the fact that the one facing Seraphim had one hand layered with water and the other with ice, and as for the one facing Riyanzah, he had flames in one hand and a torrent of wind in the other.
"Come on then! I don’t wanna waste my time on you!" The clones said in unison, and being far too desperate to face Raven, they charged at the girls with their hands closing in for a clap with the girls being in the middle.
A flash of red and blue erupted from Frazer’s hand and lost in its bloom, the girls took the hit straight on themselves. Even so, emerging from the smoke, the sisters reached for the clone’s throat with their razor sharp claws ready to sever his head from his neck.
"AGHH!" Their screams, however, quickly melted away when the man disappeared back to where he’d been standing before charging at them.
"Stay back!" Another voice echoed in the background as a shield of clear blue gel encased the girls as well as the hero. The djinns didn’t know it yet, but one of Frazer’s girls had separated them from the rest of the citizens as they alongside some of the holy order was trying to get far too close.