The Dragon-Fiend and O Telefteos stand on the battle field, flames burn in the background making the area feel like you're in front of a raging star. O Telefteos seems to have recovered from the combo given by the Dragon-Fiend.
"Damn, that shit actually hurt." O Telefteos says in his head, "This one's way stronger than the last."
"Hm, you seem to really pack a punch." O Teleftoes says in a chill tone with a tad bit of rasp in his voice. His expression being just a half-lidded eyed stare at the Fiend, his eyes analyzing its unique stance. A serious face with its fist too it's side, slightly up. The Fiend doesn't even move, as still as a statue.
It just stares at O Teleftoes intently—making the tension in the air much tighter. O Telefteos raises his eyebrow in slight curiosity "What's with that terrifying look?" O Telefteos asks the Fiend—but he gets no response.
They stood in silence for a while. The tension in the air as sharp as a blade that cuts deeper with the addition of the Dragon-Fiends intense stare. Which was honestly freaking O Telefteos out a bit.
"That stare is freaking me the fuck out, stop it." O Telefteos says to the Fiend in an irritated tone. This time he raises is voice a bit but not enough to be considered yelling.
"Damn what's with this gu-" O Telefteos' thoughts are cut off when the Fiend appears in front of him with a punch in the jaw. And this one was savior with the Dragon-Fiend punching the ever living FUCK out of him. It was so bad O Telefteos' jaw was almost dislocated. O Telefteos couldn't even react with that attack coming out of no where. For reference, the Fiend moved like when a video game lags and the characters just clip to different positions at a low frame rate. That's how bad this single punch was.
"You talk too much..." The Fiend says to O Teleftoes, his voice a whisper.
The Fiend then steps past O Telefteos, dragging him with his fist and throwing him far across the hot burning battle field. O Telefteos' body hitting the ground like a ragdoll.
O Telefteos gets up from the ground his ears ringing, the alert system in his brain going insane! His vision is dazed, and he can barely stand! He feels no emotion, no sense of anger, just confusion!
"What the hell happened" He thought in his mind, but he couldn't even think straight. The pain in his jaw feeling like it was pierced with a penetrator rod or like a bullet sharper than a master samurai's katana shooting through his jaw at Mach 1.
O Telefteos is in a tough spot, and under that confusion we was baffled by the way that one punch could do this. He was losing consciousness due to the sensory overload. But before he's about to pass out, with the last bit of consciousness he has, he uses Quintessence to heal himself fully. As his vision clears and his body heals, sees the Dragon-Fiend staring at him the same way and with the same stance as before.
"So you can heal." The Fiend says, its tone having an intimidating ooze of menace, "If that's the case..." The Fiend continues as it gets into a fighting stance, "I'll just have to break you."
The Dragon-Fiend's tone is intimidating, serious, and scary all mixed one. Its dragon head pupils burn in raging flames as it's tattoos, even the one on its tongue, to the same. O Telefteos braces himself for an attack, getting serious and waiting for the Fiend's next move.
The Dragon-Fiend runs towards him but at a superhuman pace, which is astronomically slow compared to his other movements which makes O Telefteos confused and a bit suspicious. When the Fiend is in front of him, it does a combo of a left hook, right elbow, and a roundhouse drop kick, but... It's at the same superhuman speed?
O Telefteos is confused to the point where he raises his eyebrow and dodges the attacks effortlessly. Then he counters with a with a single but strong jab at the Fiend. It blocks the attack but it still pushes it back quite a bit, "What the fuck was that weak attack?" O Telefteos gets out of his fighting stance as he asks the Fiend in a questioning tone, his eyebrow raised.
The Fiend doesn't answer and only gets up, standing tall. With a moment of silence in the air the Fiend then shatters with two words, "Akashic Arts", Then... nothing happens.
O Telefteos just stands there, even more confused, "... So like... was something supposed to happe-" He then stops as he is punched in the solar plex by an orange fist made out of pure air. The hit is harder than the one to his jaw but then before O Telefteos can say anything, another one comes, shattering his knee from the down up. Then for a finale attack, another comes down from the sky and hits O Telefteos in the forehead—shattering his skull.
O Telefteos gets up disoriented once again as he wobbles trying to stand and then he drops to his knees and vomits blood aggressively. He feels like he's on the verge of death. Take a moment, think about the grim reaper behind you, breathing down the back of your neck, its scythe around the front just waiting, itching to immediately decapitate you at a record breaking speed the nanosecond, no, the zeptosecond your heart stops beating.
O Telefteos has never been this close to death before, "Is this the power of a true Fiend?" he says in his head, he's panting, vomiting blood rigorously.
"Of course it is." The Dragon-Fiend responding with an intimidating tone as it read his mind.
The Fiend then walks over and grabs O Telefteos by the neck and lift him up into the air with one hand, squeezing tightly making O Telefteos gag blood, "When I said "I'll break you"..." it says, "That was not a passing line..." it continues...
"That was a promise..."
Chapter End: A Message
O wondrous fate! What plight is this I see?Sweet Telefteos, in dread calamity.Yon Dragon-Fiend with breath of starlit flame,Doth test his might and threaten eke his name.
Shall he prevail with sword and heart so bold,Or perish 'neath the fire's wrath untold?Mine heart doth ache to know what end shall be,In this grim tale writ by eternity.