Here is our chance.
This thought resounded in both second year rankers mind as they initiated their attacks.
One dipped into the shadows ,while the other channelled energy into his Artifact.
Meanwhile.
On a boulder a distance away from Sion's back, Dara sat gently as she watched the show.
"Aren't you going to help him?" A voice came from her side.
Dara was not surprised, she had sensed the person's presence a while ago, even before the other sensed her.
She turned to look at the new comer, it was a young beauty and she was staring intently at her. The young beauty had a beauty flowing hair that was a mix of golden and silver streaks, she also had an oval face... And everything else that made a lady beautiful.
But her beauty did not faze Dara—she was more beautiful, after all—what irked her though was the lady's dressing. Not just that what she was doing under the said dresses disturbed her even more.
The beauty was none other than Ambria—fifth ranked second year—who was still in her silk dress. And for some reason her right hand was still occupied.
Dara could literally see fluids splashing on the floor from the vigorous activity.
(Well, let's say the unsuccessful activities as she still had not climaxed.)
"Why aren't you helping him? He is your boyfriend isn't he?" Ambria asked again.
Dara eyes narrowed. "I don't like the way you just asked. It seems like you are proving me, to check if he is single."
"I won't deny it." Ambria shrugged.
"Well, I have to disappoint you, he isn't single." Dara flicked her hair back. "And I am not helping him because he is just fine."
Ambria stared at her for a while. "I guess you are prettier than me so I can't compete. But whatever."
Her focus them diverted back to Sion's figure, as her right hand increased it's tempo.
Dara noticed, but she just scoffed. "Peasant."
Back to the fight.
Sion's figure swayed, the backlash from using a Roar hitting him in tires. But it was not as intense as usual, it was very mild compared to the normal backlash.
This is majorly due to the glowing earring by his right ear—it had mitigated most of the backlash by absorbing it.
Just then.
A steel lance shot out from his shadow, heading straight for his head.
But.
A hand caught it mid motion—Sion's hand. He had turned almost immediately, catching the lance with his bare hands. He exerted strength as he tried to draw out the attacker from the shadows but ultimately failed as the attacker simply let go of the weapon.
But the attacker was not done.
Miler shot out of the shadow, hoping to capitalize on the brief moment of disorientation.
He timed it perfectly, striking just as Sion reeled back from drawing at a freed weapon.
His hand caught hold of Sion's legs in a bid to draw him into his shadows. But just as he held unto him, he let go immediately.
At the moment of contact, he instinctively knew, he wasn't strong enough to draw Sion in. This was a feeling he loathed, a feeling he had only experienced three times.
From Smilingdeath, from the Third Years Rank 1 and from his family Head.
(He had once dragged the Second Years Rank 1 into the shadowverse only to get his ass handed to him over there.)
With a heavy heart, he retreated. But Sion won't just let him go now, would he?
Sion's feet left the ground as they clasped together on Miller's arms. And in a feat of super strength, he forcefully pulled him out.
He was presently in a backflip motion, and as soon as he completed a arc, instead of planting his hands down to maintain balance, he used the lance.
Miler was smashed into the ground at the end of the backflip. He had tried to sink into the shadow at the last moment possible, but it was useless as a golden wave of energy disrupted his ability.
Now, he laid unconscious in a small sized crater. He wasn't really injured, as Sion had made sure not to go all out.
Sion looked at Miler as he tried to regain his balance and bearing, but he was not allowed to rest.
A plasmic blade slashed downwards.
Jake had appeared by his side, donning a full body robotic armor.
Just like Miler, he had made sure to attack at the most efficient time—when Sion was disorientated.
It worked.
At least almost.
His blade slashed through Sion like paper.
It even had the effect of disintegrating it's victim as Sion's form dissolved into nothing.
Oh wait.
That was an afterimage.
Afterimage.
At the same time as the realization, he felt a leg connect to his abdomen.
His body bent over due to the force, his armor shattering into pieces. Bile passed through his throat, but he forcefully shifted his gaze to the side, to see Sion, who was mid kick, smiling at him.
A surge of anger rose in him, but unfortunately, he fell unconscious soon after. But the attacking force did not, his body shot through the caved space, as it ragdolled multiple times before crashing into a wall.
Boom!
"Ha... Ha..." Sion breathing ragged. "I don't think I am built for such prolonged battle."
As he was catching his breath, he felt the temperature around plummet.
He looked up to see Edward. He had condensed an insane amount of flames and plasmic energy into a ball the size of a marble.
"Pathetic."
He attacked.
But not Sion, he was never referring to Sion, but rather Jake.
The ball shot down at an insane speed, warping the air as it passed.
Sion eyes widened as he took off. The fuck is wrong with him, why would he try to kill him.
Unfortunately, this was the result Edward had hoped for. He had heard from his no-good fiance about a boy whose dream was to be a superhero among his set. And Sion description fit the layout.
Sion reached Jake almost immediately. He turned to face the attack shooting over.
As the attack reached them, he stretched his hands out and caught it. Yes, caught it.
The flame orb was now in between his hands, and was also pushing him back.
Sion paid it no mind, he exerted his strength and crushed the ball in between his hands.
Boom!
A explosion rang out as Sion was thrown back into the Catacombs wall.
But it was obvious that he had managed to reduced the majority of the orbs power.
Edward was never concerned about the results. He had turned towards Dara and flew at her in a blaze of fire.
At this time, Sion had recovered from the explosion—though his palms would disagree. He looked up just at the right time to see Edward darting at Dara and it clicked in his head.
A surge of fury rose up in him. His brown eyes took on a strong golden hue.
"Impudent!"
A growl like shout rang out through the caved space, shaking it to its core.
The sound didn't just shook the cave but also Edward.
His flames flickered as it went off.
His hands held his head tight—the word resounded in his head with the same power each time.
He fell from the sky into a kneeling position, his hands still on his head.
Sion suddenly appeared by his side. He merely spared him a glance before his form vanished again.
"Merely an immature infernal phoenix... Not even worth my time yet."
He left those words as he appeared in front of Dara, who was smiling at him with a seductive grin.
The golden hue in his eyes flickered for a second.
But he held it, as he shifted his gaze to Ambria by her side.
As soon as Sion's gaze met Ambria, she climaxed.
(Finally.)
"Ahhhh..."
Her head fell backwards as her legs shook.
Sion watched on with an indifferent gaze.
Then he spat out.
"Peasant."