Six Warriors

Floating Islands - (Sam)

He liked listening to J-rock and that inspired him for the terrifying moment to follow. A battle, probably to the death. It wasn't like he was ready to die, but he also didn't want to let go of his new power, it had been the best thing that had happened to him in many years, it was like he felt that it should have always belonged to him.

He found his opponent near an old abandoned mill. It was the guy in the cap who didn't show much of his appearance, all Sam could see was the lower part of his face and long hair in a ponytail, plus, of course, the cap. If Sam had heard correctly, his name was Polo.

"Didn't expect you to actually come." He said, but without any trace of mockery, just seriousness, Sam doubted that guy could smile.

"And now?" Sam wanted to know.

"We fight" and without saying anything else the guy pulled something like a glass bottle with strange inscriptions out of some pocket he had in that uniform, he pulled the cork out of the lid and a wind with an unknown smell blew haughtily from inside that bottle, like an ancient spirit that breaks free from an ancient magical prison. Yes, now he somehow could smell the most different types of wind, but he couldn't explain it very well.

Anyway, it wasn't just any wind that was blown from that strange bottle, the air changed, the old mill was no longer there, Sam was now in the most fantasy setting he had ever witnessed in his life. There were several rocks magically floating in the air, some not much bigger than his room, others the size of entire blocks. Besides, calling those things simple floating rocks was oversimplifying. They had their own vegetation, mountains, some had rivers that flowed into waterfalls that followed the floating rocks below, some of these waterfalls crossed trough the clouds that surrounded those islands like masses of giant wool.

They were like beautiful floating islands and in the background was a black night sky, dotted with hundreds of thousands of stars and crowned by two moons, one of purple light and the other of silver light, even though none of them were full, it was still a beautiful sight, in the most starry sky that Sam had ever seen. The island he and Polo were on was simple and had only grass, some mounds and rocks and it should be about the size of a sports court. The night wind blew cold but still pleasant, like a welcoming coolness.

"This is awesome, right?" Polo asked, seeing Sam's expression.

"It's beautiful!"

"The borders of Fearann Àrd. If I were to die in combat, this would be a scenario I would like to see before the end."

Only then did Sam remember why he was there. A fight, maybe to the death. Polo seemed to look at him.

"Are you ready?"

"I am." Sam responded with conviction and went into combat mode. Polo nodded and then advanced on Sam. The chosen one of the wind decided that he would keep this battle at a long distance, he would have problems if Polo gave him one of those kicks. "WIND BLAST!!" He yelled trying to hit the enemy with his gusts of wind, but Polo just dodged to the side with a side somersault. Still leaning from the jump taken earlier, the Guardian raised his head and gusts of wind seemed to come out of his body.

"LOW FLIGHT KICK!!" Shouted Polo as he surged forward with all that wind around his body, giving him more boost, speed and consequently strength to attack. Sam couldn't do much, he just took the attack straight to the stomach, causing a lot of pain. He was thrown away until his back crashed into a rock. That attack hurt, he thought and felt like throwing up what he did next, unable to hold back, when he finished his eyes were watery.

"Are you sure you want to continue?" Polo spoke without changing his tone.

"That? Just ignore it, my stomach is a little weak. Don't worry, I'll give you a worthwhile fight."

"I don't like the idea of hurting a person who just fell into this whole thing. Maybe this isn't for you."

"I didn't fall into this, I was chosen, and by an ancient goddess", Sam stood up, "no more pity."

"So be it. I wash my hands, it's out of my reach." Polo again lunged at Sam, once again invoking his technique "LOW FLIGHT KICK!!". The quick kick came at Sam, who was now more attentive and dodged to the side. The attack hit the rock the boy had crashed into earlier and split him in two, plus the ventilation boost force of the Guardian kick winds still hit Sam and almost made him fall. Taking advantage of the enemy's opening, Sam just focused his magic and it accumulated fast, as if it had absorbed part of Polo's winds.

"WIND BLAST!!" And the gusts of wind slammed into the opponent, sending his cap flying off his head and throwing Polo away, sending his inert body crossing the borders of the floating stone island. Was this... was this serious? Polo was thrown off the island, he would fall from a huge height... had he won? Sam ran to the edge of the island to check his theory, but getting closer to the spot he saw Polo rise into the air like a bird of prey, his hair covering one eye, but the other was in sight and had a sinister look.

"FALCON HUNT!!!" he roared in a haughty voice, and then all the wind around his body took on a bladed shape and he came down in a flying kick. The kick hit Sam hard in the chest, but unlike the other one that only had a hard impact, this one was sharp, a wound opened in the boy's chest, he fell and then felt something wet in his chest. When he touched the liquid he saw that it was hot and viscous.

"It's... blood... it's my blood!" he thought in alarm.