Beatitudes

Episode 56.

Hiya was about to make a move to pull things back to the previous state when she was suddenly reminded of Adam ’s presence. A look of contemplation flashed across her eyes before ultimately dispersing, he would have to deal with it himself since he dared to do what he did.

She then put her full focus on the only beast charging at her as a peculiar light flitted across her eyes, her thoughts becoming unknown.

Isaac watched the other rapidly approaching beast quickly enlarge in his eyes as he engaged the other beast that had already reached him by evading and parrying where he could. Astral chose to spoke at this moment, his tone slightly cautious towards Isaac’s thoughts and action.

Astral: Are you sure you can take on both of them…

Isaac evaded a claw swipe as he closed his eye and breathed out before abruptly opening them again.

“I’ll do my best…”

He sidestepped to avoid another swing from the frustrated green skinned lion currently engaging him as he stomped his feet on the floor, using the force to propel him a fair distance backwards. Ignoring the lion’s indignant growl, his eyes focused as if looking to the distance as the now common sight white mist like energy burst out of Harry in full force before separating into two streams moving to his two arms as they rapidly congealed, the speed of condensation this time around was relatively faster than usual as both objects condensed glowed with an ephemeral mystical light.

Held in his right hand was one of the things he had come to realize was the easiest to congeal, a sword. But this sword was rather large in size as it spanned a distance of a half feet in width and two and a half feet in length, it was obviously a broadsword that wasn’t the usual construct he leaned to. Isaac’s eyes flashed faintly as he took notice of the amount of energy he had used to form this sword, a pretty sizeable amount by his measures and standards of the present.

 The other object he had congealed held with his other hand was an object with a round shape, it was a shield which he held with his left hand, but likewise the sword, the shield was also not exactly normal looking, as it flickered slightly with a mysterious glow under the four rising moon’s own soft glow, sharp looking spikes fairly covered the face of the shield pointing outwards as mysterious looking runic symbols seemingly flowed all over them, always a rather peculiar sight.

Armed with a valiant looking sword and a fierce looking shield while donning on a sleekly designed black and white male fighter outfit, Isaac looked like quite the character in his contrasting yet oddly still complementing ensemble. A quick look that Harry gave the now warrior like character made his eyes involuntarily pop out in surprise as he faltered in his steps and narrowly missed a ferocious swing to his head by a fairly large sized claw.

How did he suddenly change to look like so, the sight was almost magnetic so Harry dared not take another look in the heat of a battle.

Isaac unaware of the slight commotion and confusion he caused had a surprisingly relaxed look in his eyes, yet he instinctively felt that he was at a certain peak height in his focus and concentration to the ongoing actions in his surroundings.

He had a fleeting notion pass quickly through his mind at this sudden moment and although he tried to hold on, it just couldn’t stick.

Shrugging it off, he looked at his two opponents, two large sized lions that looked more like overgrown cats than majestic lions that they were meant to be.

The look in his eyes unchanging as he said, “A lion, a king of beasts would always and always walk alone, never will it group up with any another to do battle…. Because there’s a certain pride and belief attached to doing like that. So it’s obvious that you three so called lions are nothing like the kings of beast you seem to be, you’re just oversized beasts that’s all. Hence let me, do the honors of purging you fakers off the face of the earth…”

After his speech, a different air seemed to rise from his body as he watched the almost near attack range lions reach closer to him with angry snarls and swiping claws, he enjoyed the feeling for just a while as Astral spoke up the next second,

Astral: …Are you seriously choosing to have a dialogue right now?

Isaac: (his expression and movements freezing in place)

Astral: Aren’t you as well also grouping together with your fellow kind to do battle with your so called oversized beasts. If you’re so very bold and very righteous then why don’t you decisively take on all four of them by yourself and let your teammates take a break from their struggle while they watch you with awe in their eyes, that’ll cement your stance and words better, won’t it?

The expression on Isaac’s face had changed but the first beast that was the closest had already arrived in front of him once again as it swung its heavy claws with a brutal light in its eyes, he could only tilt his entire upper body backwards as his waist bent downwards at a sharp ninety degrees. While still in his bent position, he watched the claw sail over his head as he swung his right arm upward in a leaving a very faint white trail behind the sword rising along with his arms. When sword made contact with the relatively tough hide of the lion, it was like a hot knife through butter as it slid in and out the other side with a splash of blood, leaving a deep nasty looking gash on the beast while it roared, tremendous pain evident in its eyes.

Only then did his bent back straighten up as he shifted backwards to keep his balance.

The s***h was nice and heavy, a pretty clean deep cut that showed the strength behind the swing and marvels of the glowing white sword. But that wasn’t enough to release all the burning emotions within Isaac that was currently still rising. His face grew extremely hot as he roared indignantly at Astral,

Isaac: Can’t you at least give me some face and a little time to show off to those watching from the real world, how am I supposed to live with you breathing down my neck!

Astral ignored his anger and instead poked harder at the already red hot faced Isaac

Astral: You don’t use words to show off, you use your actions, just like the swing you just took. Using up precious word count like that… try not to say such cringe inducing words next time at least, you dull being…

Isaac: “…”

At this point, Isaac understood deeply the saying, ‘wanting to cry but having no tears left’. He thought to poke hard at a seemingly empty bee hive, only to get stung severely and continuously by the rapidly emerging rabid bees inside it.