Six Warriors

Joint Efforts - (Arthur)

"Come on, you weakling! Wake up! You didn't give me a worthy fight!" She yelled guy named Gartham to Fenrir while holding him by the head. Fenrir looked badly hurt and almost unconscious. Arthur growled and then began to scratch his feet on the ground like a real bull, preparing to pick up momentum and advance in a mighty lunge attack. Earth's chosen one advanced against Gartham:

"STONE PUNCH!!" He yelled creating the crust of earth around his wrist and forearm, landing a heavy punch to the face of Gartham who was startled by the blow being thrown back.Fenrir also fell to the ground, weakened by the struggle. 

"What the hell?" Gartham growled getting to his feet immediately, as if Arthur's attack hadn't hurt at all, "who are you?"

"Arthur Coast! The Stone Bull! I came here to give you a hard fight, that's what you want, isn't it?"

"A-Arthur..." Fenrir moaned on the ground, "be careful, this guy... this guy is pretty strong."

"Yeah, but so am I!" Arthur punched his own hand, then he took a small bottle from his pocket and threw it to Fenrir, "Take this and drink it. It's one of the healing potions Eric gave us, while you recover I'm going to finish off that bruiser over there. "

"It's interesting to see you guys are so brave even though you're so small" Gartham chuckled, "do you think you can beat me, you short guy?"

"Arkouda Glabro" Arthur said, "you're not much bigger than him and I beat him. It's like I say, you're big but not two, I'm small but not half."

"Then let us fight, O mighty Stone Bull" Arthur heard irony in Gartham's voice when he called him as mighty Stone Bull. Then Arthur and Gartham clashed. A contest of strength began when the chosen one and the Iron Lord held each other's hands, the two trying to get down in a kind of wrestling. Arthur was strong, he knew that, but Gartham was more and in the end Arthur got the worst of it by being thrown away and bumping into a tree trunk. Arthur grimaced in pain and Gartham laughed, the chosen one then advanced and the two began to exchange punches, once again Arthur got the worst, being lifted into the air with a powerful hook right in the chin that left him dizzy. "What's up? I thought you'd give me a good fight, but so far I've seen you're just a talker." Arthur growled and rose again.

"STONE PUNCH!!" Said the boy punching the middle of Gartham's belly, but what was his surprise when he saw his mineral crust shatter into small pieces. Gartham's belly was made of metal. The Iron Lord laughed and grabbed Arthur by the neck.

"In a fight between metal and rock, I bet metal will win." Gartham lifted Arthur into the air and then launched a mighty attack on him; "IRON FIST!!" Arthur vomited blood and fell to the ground in pain. He considered her belly strong and could resist blows against her, but this one had been too brutal. "Time to finish you too, Stone Bull" Gartham said seriously and began to concentrate magic when he was hit by an onslaught of darkness.

"ECLIPSE HARPOON!" It had been Fenrir. He was on his feet again.

"You again? Are you brave enough to face me again?"

"In the moonlight, the Night Wolf rises" Fenrir spoke looking at Gartham, the irises of his eyes seemed to glow yellow for a few seconds, but after that Arthur thought it was just an impression, "he faces his huge enemy in front of you and smiles exultantly, knowing his victory is approaching."

"I can only say that you are as bad a poet as you are a bad fighter... and also a bad loser, since you didn't accept the fact that you don't have a chance against me."

"Alone, maybe not. But now I'm not alone"

Gartham looked at Arthur.

"Him? Don't make me laugh."

"You made a mistake, buddy," growled Arthur as he stood up, "Fenrir he's... my childhood friend, my brother... I won't let him down."

"NIGHT WOLF CLAWS!!" Fenrir bellowed, advancing deftly, but his claws made a scraping sound of metal and Arthur knew that Gartham's entire chest was made of iron.

"Nice try," said Gartham, eyeing Fenrir from above and then just slapping him with the outside of his hand that knocked him away.

"STONE PUNCH!!" Arthur exclaimed concentrating more magic power in his hand, making the crust heavier and more powerful, Gartham turned to him and also cast magic.

"IRON SHIELD!" Gartham roared not only blocking Arthur's attack, but advancing with the shield, which destabilized the collision and then allowed Gartham to attack more easily, "IRON FIST!!"  Arthur took a hard punch halfway in the middle of the nose, he felt it being broken and blood gushed from his nostrils, the impact threw him away too and still left him dizzy.

Arthur and Fenrir still advanced a few times against Gartham, but he was like an unstoppable colossus and the pair's attempts were in vain. Gartham could not be defeated so easily.

"Arthur, you're going to have to wear that," Fenrir said, from his side, his hair falling over his forehead drenched in blood and sweat, his clothes cluttered, his expression looking at Gartham seriously.

"Damn," Arthur growled, "I haven't completed that technique yet. What about yours? Do you think you'll be able to cast your new technique to perfection?"

"It's a dangerous technique, but I think I can do it. I'll depend on your magic working well."

"If that's how it is then there's no way. I will have to use it."

"Hey you chickens, what are you whispering about? I'm going to finish you off once and for all, you guys are too weak and this fight is boring me!"

"Alright, I'll distract him so you can concentrate your magic, after that I'll concentrate my magic power and bet all my chips on that last attack. Ready?"

Arthur nodded, Fenrir returned the gesture and then he ran towards Gartham, but veered off the path and ran around his opponent, as if studying an opening in his guard before attacking.  Gartham frowned irritably and conjured his techniques.

"IRON BLADES!" He roared, firing several iron daggers, which Fenrir dodged in leaps and acrobatics, Gartham repeated the attack, "IRON BLADES!!"

"NIGHT WOLF CLAWS!!" He yelled Fenrir, deflecting the blades with his dark magic claw attack.

"You're really good at running and dodging boy, but you can't do it all the time like I said before!" Gartham laughed and was about to charge Fenrir when Arthur let out a roar.

"STONE GAOL!!" The earth shook near Gartham and he widened his eyes in amazement. Two rock pillars protruding from the ground held her hands, and others held her waist and feet like handcuffs. "Fenrir, it's your cue," Arthur yelled.

"Do you think this alone can stop me?!" Gartham asked angrily.

"No, but along with that it might," Stanis said, appearing there so suddenly that Fenrir and Arthur were impressed, tightening his arms around Gartham's chest. "Fenrir, quick! Do what you have to do, don't worry about me!"

"S-Stanis?!" The chosen one of the dark was impressed "what are you doing here? I thought you were hurt!"

"And I am!" Stanis said.

"Fenrir, go fast!" Victoria yelled after him "no time for explanations, just get this guy over with!"

Fenrir became serious. It was now the only chance of victory.

"AAAAAAH!" He screamed as a powerful dark, black, purplish-featured aura enveloped him. Gartham roared to be released as he tried to struggle feebly. The Iron Lord covered his chest with metal, to protect himself from Fenrir's attack.

"You won't get through my iron! It's futile! All your joint efforts will be futile, so after that, you'll pay! My fury is relentless!" He roared.

"This is no ordinary attack, Gartham, this attack... it envelops my entire body in dangerous magic, the potency is equal to or greater than Eclipse Annihilation, but with a more penetrating shape like Eclipse Harpoon. Behold! Try mine ultimatum, Gartham Brutebear! Spear of Dark Lightning!" Fenrir screamed by putting his elbow straight, while he was in a position like he was going to run or shoot at a very high speed, his body's magic took shape and was a menacing form, the, he suddenly disappeared in a swift blur. It looked like a giant black and purple arrow that hit Gartham in the chest. The Iron Lord screamed like never before. The metal crust on his chest was not only shattered like glass, it was vaporized by the radiation of mystical energy. Blood gushed from his chest like a fountain of crimson water, and his face became a mask of agony and despair. Arthur's stone handcuffs were broken, and even Stanis felt the impact, being hurled away with Gartham. Fenrir then reappeared. The aura around his body disappeared little by little.

"That's awesome, man!" exclaimed Arthur running to Fenrir. Everyone outside of Iron Fist cheered and applauded. But Fenrir didn't look so good. He was extremely pale, blood was running from his nose and mouth, and his elbow was shattered. "How did you do it?" Arthur asked not noticing the real state of his friend.

"It was... A single shot," Fenrir gasped, "I filled myself with magic, my entire body, and got faster, and then threw myself directly at my opponent... So... It was necessary for him to be stationary. .." He shivered, and then, his knees couldn't bear it and he fell to his knees on the floor. Arthur quickly helped his friend.

"What happened man? All right?"

"No. I'm just the wreckage. This blow… it demands too much of me. It's too risky, I wouldn't have done it if you… hadn't left it standing in the same place."

Victoria appeared there and beside her was Stanis, limping.

"He's finished," said Stanis, "Gartham can't fight anymore."

"Th-this is impossible" said the remaining Iron Fist guys, "Gartham...Gartham has been defeated."

"Hey man, we made it" Arthur smiled at his fallen friend, "the Phantom Lord triumphed!"

Fenrir smiled weakly and then slowly closed his eyes, in Arthur arms.