Walking The Wrong Path

Untitled Part 11

"Well I'll be damned," Bell said, "in honour of my friend, the result of his work and research, I shall draw this blade." he suddenly spiked his volume, "REMEMBER THESE WORDS, THIS IS THE FINAL RESULT OF THE PRIDEFUL WORK OF MY BROTHER. WELF CROZZO, IT SHALL HEREFORTH BE NAMED IGNIS," Bell shouted, announcing to the world that there was a remnant of his brother figure.

Hephaistos had a tear in the corner of her eye, and the people looked on shocked and in silence. The silence was finally broken by Hermes, who uncharacteristically shouted for once.

"What the hell is that sword? It can't physically exist," Hermes said in disbelief.

"i-is something t-the matter about the sword, Hermes sama," Ibri asked out.

"that sword. It's something not meant to exist in this world. It's the definition of co-existence," he said. Choosing tp elaborate after seeing Ibri's confusion, "it's cursed. Really really cursed. But at the same time. It's blessed by a God. It's a harmony of a holy blade and a cursed blade. It literally defies all logic."

Ottar smirked, "grand. Now let us continue with out fight Bell Cranel," he said as he posed himself.

Bell sheathing his other two blades, took off the large sword from his back. It wasn't heavy but it wasn't brittle, and as he soon learned later on, it had the durandal attribute.

Bell started fighting again. Clashes off sword against sword. Both swung hard and fast. Several cuts appearing all over their respective bodies.

"I-incredible. Ladies and Gentlemen, the Dark Prince is fighting seemingly on par with the King." Ibri commented.

"You are strong Bell Cranel. I shall go full power so you should too," Ottar warned, "otherwise, I cannot say what will happen."

"Sure, I'm curious to see your full power." Bell said.

As Ottar started to beastify, he activated Vana Arganture (His skill according to the fandom), Bell started chanting.

"REINHERIAR," he said as lighting flowed through his body. The two started moving much faster. Ottar had become stronger too, and this seemed to start to push Bell back a bit.

Bell decided to start charging his argodrive. The bell chimed louder and louder. Bell wasn't getting hit as mucha s he focused on dodging but that meant he couldn't attack him either.

"Oh my God. They are just playing tag at this point," Ibri said impressed.

As the grand bell roared, this was a signal for both Bell and Ottar. They knew, if Bell succeeded, he would win but if he didn't... he would be veryvulnerable afterwards.

Still Bell started slashing more and more. His sword swinging side to side as his larger profile attacked. Ottar still looming by 10 inches, dodged as best as he could while also attacking very strong. Bell knew to make a difference he had to sacrifice a bit. He chose to do so with his left leg. As he took out another small marked knife and prepared it to be thrown, Ottar swung in with the broad side of his blade. Instantly shattering Bell's leg.

"oof. There it is, a confident hit onto the dark Prince's leg." Ibri said.

"This may be the game decider," Finn said as Hermes only nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Bell drew him in, as Ottar went into the attack, Bell barely dodged.

"Ianuae Magicae," he whispered as he vanished letting Ottar charge into nothing before he turned around to see Bell put his hand on Ottar's abdomen.

'shit' Ottar for the first time thought in acknowledgement of his fuck up.

"FIREBOLT," Bell shouted as a very large blast erupted right into Ottar's abs. A blazing hot sensation filled Ottar as he got blown to the ground. But the toll taking its head on Bell, he crumpled to the ground with his left leg completely shattered.