Mythshaper

Chapter 62: Crude Attacks

Before the two instructors clashed, I yanked Diana and another kid nearby to withdraw towards the institution building.

"Everyone, get back!"

The cheers stopped as soon as I cried, but it wasn’t my warning that interrupted them, but the aura blasted outwards from the two fighters. With thier anger clouding thier judgment, the two Noble classes awakened failed to keep their aura in check.

The luckier ones were at the back, but a few students, close to their aura onslaught, froze on the spot before their legs gave way, their expression aghast with terror.

It took a moment for Instructor Delric to note this and employ all his might to neutralise Shaper Ao’s wild aura, which seemed to be spreading wherever his Influence reached.

He tried to stop the shaper, “Wait! We can’t do this here.”

“Are you afraid now?” Ao’s face held a grin of satisfaction, mistaking Instructor Delric’s waver for his own achievement.

Delric cursed under his breath, his face fuming with anger. He breathed heavily, inching forward to accommodate all the aura onslaught onto himself. “Everyone,” he shouted at the kids, “get into the institution!”

I was already helping a few to get back to their feet, but that shout from Instructor Delric seemed to break the spell. All the students got up and scurried to the rest near the building.

Relieved, Delric put his entire focus on the fight at hand. As he contended fully with the aura onslaught, Ao sneered, fishing out a metal wand from his waist. Rune marks lit up on the metal surface, as a blast of kinetic force surged forth, aiming straight at Delric. Instead of evading, the instructor put his body on the line of attack, enduring the brunt of the forceful blast to close in on the Shaper.

Instructor Ao, naturally, wasn’t about to let him draw near. Every combat-class Shaper was taught how advantageous it was to maintain distance in a fight, as thier fragile body was their only weakness.