《Master of Cards. *Reborn*》Chapter 52 : The Battle.
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Kael being with Ice Reaper was a classic pair, swinging the scythe to unleash ice waves that came from below. Watching how the ice waves turned the entire area into a winter wonderland. Seems like the abundance of mana gave Kael a much more dangerous weapon than before.
Though the fortress in front of him was still standing. Kael was humming to himself as he could see a man who stopped the ice with flames.
"Ah. You dare to attack us? Then what if I do this?!" The man said as the fortress gates opened up with the residents of Lunarian Kingdom walking out. Controlled like puppets to do the bidding of the man. They were trying to use the innocent people to stop Kael from doing anything. But the failure on that man's part? Was Kael was too busy feeling the cold, he was scratching his nose.
Kael started to feel his nose itch, he felt his nose twitch. Whatever the man was blabbering about, Kael wasn't paying attention.
"Pineapple." Ice Reaper said, stopping Kael by the absurdity of it. What did Pineapples have anything to do with this situation?
"Just let... Sn... Achoo!" Kael sneezed watching the entire fortress be blown away. Uprooted off the ground, flying upwards. Maybe it left the atmosphere? Maybe it vanished? Maybe its just going to drift in space and confuse the Gods?
"Ice... You're a lot colder than I remember. You being by the Lord of Thorn's side seemed to make it cold enough to affect me... Ah... Ah.. AH CHOO!" The prideful man was now missing his lower half. Kael chuckled at the sight.
"I killed you with my sneeze! Good god you fucking villains take forever to do shit. Don't stand there boasting and whatever. Just do your plan. Villains that stall are annoying. God, even I could be a better villain." Kael vented out his thoughts, as he kicked the prideful man aside. Just the kick turned the man to a pile of blood. Kael continued going onwards.
"Ice Reaper?"
"Yes, Master?"
"Is there a reason why in the world do incompetent villains keep spouting out their monologues?"
"I suppose it must be due to the fact that majority of incompetent villains do not have training to be competent. Monologuing their thoughts as if this was a movie of sorts. Though whenever you dealt with them, it is always meant to be comical. Part of Supreme God Lucius's particular trait of watching stupidity be ruined by something far absurd." Ice Reaper said as Kael walked through the area that was riddled with destruction.
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"Ironically, but Lucius seems to enjoy watching me destroy idiots with just my own sneeze or even coughing. Though competent villains or somewhat competent villains don't have that luxury. Always dying a painful death. Part of karma. Heh, maybe I'll die a painful death as well."
"I do think it may be a bit too much but... I don't think that any one in your world can even kill you, master." Ice Reaper said.
"Right. I'm the Avatar of Destruction... Lucius's Avatar of Destruction." Kael said as he lit another cigarette to smoke. The pack that Joshua gave was always refilling itself. Velvety smooth texture, no bitter or horrid after taste. At least it wasn't some cigarettes that tasted like cockroach shit on fire or even taste funny or horrid. It was just light on the mints, heavier on the flavor. Leaving a strong aroma of roses. If one were not careful, they could be transported to a garden of roses.
A lovely sensation yet, Kael continued to walk onwards. Another army that was in front of him, where Kael sneezed again. The sneeze itself had turned the entire army of Drusken soldiers into ice. Something that Kael found to be amusing.
"Damn. You being colder than before makes me think that my resistance to cold is -" Another sneeze and the frozen army had exploded into chunks. Ice Reaper went close with a large coat, to place it over Kael's shoulders.
"I suppose me not being by your side has weakened you to the ice." Ice Reaper said.
"No kidding, your ice is different. It's a lot more powerful than before. Must be the Ancient of Ice's restoring you to its completion. So how is he?"
"He's not lost as the time I seen him. He's grown perhaps he's outgrown my use. I doubt I will be useful by his side when the time comes." Kael continued to walk on, as the skies rained lead down over to Kael. The coat that Ice Reaper gave him was in tatters, with Kael leaping up into the air.
"Kuro Hana." A single draw from Kuro Hana, as Kael parted the clouds. Revealing the machines that were firing upon him, human beings in those metal suits. Cybrogs? Now this was interesting. Kael planted his feet to the ground as he was ready for the draw. He sneezed again and the draw was interrupted, where the machines in the sky exploded.
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"Master, are you okay?"
"I have a cold, Kuro Hana. It's why I can't use you properly. Lucius any particular reason?"
"The Lord of Thorns has grown stronger than before. And he's somewhere that can even bother you with that ice of his." Kael chuckled as he continued moving on ahead. This was a chore to say the least thanks to Kael sneezing repeatedly. Any enemy that was in front of him had been turned to ice, where a bit of yellow from Kael's mucus.
"God that is gross."Kael spoke as he let out a sigh. He could barely use his powers in his current state, now using card magic to keep himself warm, at least keeping the coldness of Ice Reaper at bay. Kael continued to walk on while Kuro Hana stayed close to Kael. Holding his arm, leaning closer to his bicep.
"It's cold." She was shivering as her hands were jittering. That was surprising, though what was funnier to Kael was seeing Ice Reaper hold his other arm. Relieving the chills that Kael had felt earlier.
"It seems that staying with him has proven to be beneficial."
"It has. He reminds me a lot of you when you were reckless." Kael chuckled as the three of them continued moving ahead, more enemies came over to greet them. A warm reception as Kael held Ice Reaper in one hand and Kuro Hana in the other.
"Well let's see how wild we both can be. An army before us. Like old times!" Kael shouted with glee as he charged in, swinging his blades to tear through the formation that was in front of him. Ice Reaper handled the defensive while Kael was preparing magic to use in the fight. Kuro Hana would be taking care of offence, cutting through dozens of the enemy soldiers while Ice Reaper would move the blade to stop any incoming bullets.
"World, cast my enemies in a black flame!" Kael said as a shockwave of flames emerged from the cards, as Kael went to swing at the targets with all of his usual chaos. The forces before him crumbled with the power of the flames within his fingertips. The flames danced around them as spheres of light, before bursting away. Leaving nothing but ash in its wake.
Kael wasn't bored, but he was feeling stale from all the ice. Numbness to his fingers. A freezing sensation that was dispelled by the flames, leaving behind a cloud of thick steam. Kael was looking at his fingernails, the sight of blood was all that he could remember. How many lives did his magic had taken? And if there were people who were still willing to go after his family.
He could ponder all these thoughts, not caring as more and more of the soldiers charged at him. Blinded by fear as their hands were guided by desperation. The desire to live and the will to survive. The thoughts lingered as Kael lit a cigarette, just lighting it caused a great flame to turn everything to ash before his very eyes.
"Wonder how's my family doing?" Kael asked, looking up to the sky that was full of clouds.
"Don't rain on my smoke." Just a request, yet the clouds parted before his path. Perhaps the nature of this world too understand Kael's dangerous powers and wanted to avoid dying. ice Reaper and Kuro Hana walked behind Kael who continued on his path.
"The long road to ruin." Kael thought out loud as the rain fell all around him, but his path was dry. He expected a long winded fight but he got nothing short of a disappointing bout. Perhaps he could race against the Lord of Thorns in this one. It might be fun?
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