The dragon's harem

Core’s final move wasn’t anything flashy or powerful. It wasn’t even complicated, a simple straight punch that raced toward Arad’s face at blinding speed and with a harrowing amount of physical might behind it.

Arad had trouble understanding what part of this move made it a final move, something to finish the fight with, especially with the musician angels going crazy above them as if Core’s punch would destroy the whole world.

But that was Arad’s biggest mistake; he had spent the whole fight predicting Core’s moves and actions based on the rhythm of the music they were dancing to, which worked, until now.

Core was about to give Arad an important lesson. Never take anything for granted; always expect the unexpected.

Core was a bard, and he had danced to the music this whole fight, all for the sake of this one final move. He didn’t follow the music’s rhythm, and that had thrown all of Arad’s defences out of order, causing him to get smacked right in the face.

As Arad flew back, leaving a straight line of blood, Core sat back in the middle of the stage and smiled. "My time is over, and so, I shall bid you all farewell. Remember your own words, grandpa, never take anything for granted, make your own rules, and break them to subvert your opponent’s predictions."

Arad looked forward and saw that Core had already turned back into a wooden statue of thorns and vines.

"What was that?" He gasped, still recoiling from the punch, but Core couldn’t reply. Mathilde and Diana rushed to him, one checked on his wounds while the other held her spear forward, pointed at the motionless statue.

"The fight is over, I’ll heal your wounds." Mathilde started healing him as Diana stood guard. The angels who were playing music above looked at Arad and the two angels, bowed once, and disappeared into a mist of golden light.

"Was this necessary?" Arad sighed as he sat on the floor, hurting all over. He got to learn a new fighting style that worked well with his unarmed skill set, but it wasn’t something he expected to find here.

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"I don’t know. But that doesn’t matter now, we’ve arrived at Sylph’s heaven." Mathilde pointed at the massive glowing golden gate on the other side of Core’s arena. "That’s the divine gate, behind it are a set of stairs that lead upward into Sylph heaven."

Arad waved his hand and let everyone else out. Cerilla looked around with wide eyes and took a step back.