Chapter 228: Missing Teammate
"You’re both dead once we figure out a way to survive this thing." He growled and gnashed his teeth at them, startling Jack with his intimidating fangs. Maurice, on the other hand, seemed less terrified about his threat because he knew that he won’t be hurt, since he’s the one presently saving their butts from getting roasted by the walking inferno. Returning his focused gaze to the Dragon that released another wave of fire on the indestructible force Field, something in Bryn’s crimson eyes snapped at its relentless strike, as if he was done playing games.
"Enough of this!"
Switching the gemstones on the hilt of his blade with a blue one, a different kind of energy pulsated through it, all the way to the sharp tip, and in no time, the blade was malevolently consumed with a fire’s mutual enemy.
Water.
Bryn cautiously stepped forward, allowing the Dragon’s glare to rest solely on him. His grip on the hilt of his blade subconsciously tightened, crimson eyes locked against hostile orange, but neither of their gazes carried a will to surrender. Of course, Maurice knew Bryn to not be the kind of person who would drop to his knees in defeat, he would rather die than do so– his stubbornness had a slight advantage, but he was more stunned when he heard Bryn speak.
"I’ll hold it off, the both of you can figure out another means to get the scales of the Dragon." He said, already taking a stance, "without a single piece of its scale we can’t ascend to the final, even if the portal opens. I’m stronger, so I’ll hold it off, you’re the one with the brains, so you better think of something fast!" He instructed, whilst taking note of the Dragon, unsure of why it suddenly looked familiar.
Not just Bryn, but the two teammates looked like they had no strength to keep this up. As it was daytime, it didn’t surprise Maurice that Bryn would run out of energy quicker than at night when he was at full power. Jack was human, and he admired how he was still standing despite what they have faced so far, but from what he noticed, none of them will be able to keep up with the facade for too long, which meant they had little time to react.
"But... what if we don’t find a solution on time?"
"Just do it!" Came Bryn’s order as he silenced Maurice’s hesitation, "once the barrier is gone, the both of you need to run as fast as you can, and I’ll handle the Dragon. Ready?" He poised, "on the count of three. One... two... three! Now!"
Properly timed, the Force Field shattered into dust, and as planned, Maurice and Jack bolted in a different direction while Bryn stayed back. Noticing the abrupt movements, the Dragon’s eyes alarmingly followed the two running figures, but its attention was side tracked when it felt a sharp cold pain slice through one of its hind legs, as though cold water had been doused on an exposed wound. The unexpected sting had the massive beast growling in pain, whilst it staggered back once, regaining its balance, and a flicker of anger displayed in its eyes when the attacker revealed himself. With the ruined houses and everything in between, the Dragon was clearly not a saint– the part where the Dragon had emerged from had houses that had been long burnt into nothingness, and it was rather obvious to Bryn that he was dealing with a terrifier.
Aren’t terrifier supposed to be extinct? No wonder he found it familiar!
"You fire consuming beast! Come at me!" He yelled at the Dragon whose sharp teeths clenched in fury, and with his super reflexes, Bryn took the Dragon into an endless chase. The dilapidated buildings began to crumble at the Dragon’s attempt to grab him, another angry growl escaping its throat as its massive wings brought down buildings that threatened to fall on Bryn, and it made him wonder...