The Last Primal

As the cloud of smoke made out of the kicked-off dust slowly dissipated, it revealed the alluring, perspiring figure of the tall, blonde amazon. Her expression was twisted into a wide grin. Her bountiful buxom chest was swinging vertically as she heaved heavily. Yet, despite looking as if she spent a great deal of stamina, she was in a much, much better state than her opponent, Lord Bart.

She looked fine and unhurt. The huge clash, with the explosive release of power, did not hurt her at all. The same crimson, translucent aura covering her silhouette made her look more like a fearsome reaper of the battlefield. 

Naybeah looked at Lord Bart wriggling in pain on the ground. Despite her power up through the magical contract binding a bonafide demon from whatever realm they resided in, to his very soul tethering it to his being forever, he seemed that his power had yet to fully develop and trained properly. 

Due to this, he couldn't withstand the sudden shocking release of his own power. He was barely holding up at this point. Only his sheer defiant will kept him still going and even then, he vomited several mouthfuls of blood constantly.

"Y-young master…" muttered one of the still standing retainers while looking at their leader in horror. Seeing their young lord like this wasn't something they had ever thought would see… Their instinctive fear of the dire, grave consequences mixed together with the helplessness of his situation made his voice tremble and his body shuddered at the sight.

He wasn't alone in this thought either. The remaining, surviving members of their ambushing group were looking just as shocked and terrified as him. Their hopes for coming out of this fight the way they originally planned to was rapidly fading, replaced by the worry, the fear, the unknown. They had no idea what was going to happen to them now.

Should they try their best to escape their current captive states? Should they start thinking about their future, leaving everything behind? 

No, they couldn't just run away, without a leader they would have no chance of escaping, a [Gate] wouldn't be opened for them when it was time to leave. Only the four Bastion's assigned 'army' leaders would receive them.

If they would break their chains, and run away, finding shelter either in the far west where the murky swamp laid awaiting those unlucky enough to wander in to brave its terrifying dangers.

Them going basically guerillas fighting for their survival would just spell out doom for them. They would still need to eventually find their way to one of the two other camps and somehow join them.

Thus, if the end result would be similar, why would they do something so pointless as to run away, only to lower themselves to a third party, humiliating and shaming the last bits of their pride as seasoned warriors further?

Thinking through all of this, they slowly each realized that their best course of action would be to stay put. Stay calm, and do their best to gain the pardon of this group and hopefully, with great effort and a lot of work, be accepted. 

Though this all hung upon their fearsome Young Master, that terrifying demon would be defeated, and they then couldn't possibly show themselves in front of the Old Master, who was even more terrifying than his son.

At the same time, whilst the defeated bodyguards were pondering their prospects amidst all the despair they were wallowing, the other side were growing increasingly more and more excited as they looked forward to the end of this battle that had already reached such epic proportions and have long since transcended what should have been normal.

"Way to go, Naybee!" Scarlet's cheering voice rang out in the gloomy silence suddenly, her right fist-pumping the air as she jumped up and down to cheer and support her friend.

"Yeah, go beat him up! Show that ugly monster the consequences of his actions!"

"That's the way, girl!" 

"Finish it! End him!"

As if a spell was lifted after she yelled out, the Silver Howls and the rest of the still absent Aiden's group followed up, cheering and supporting the girl with their own exclaims, their war cries.

As the larger portion of the crowd cheered on, whilst the others wallowed in their misery and planning their own survivals, Naybeah watched with the ever-present battle-crazed smile on her face as Lord Bart pushed himself off the ground and slowly stood up. He was heavily breathing, focusing on the revolving of his remaining energy. His powers gathered around his body as he slowly infused them with his body enhancement technique, his breathing technique, and with his healing, regenerative spell. All of them together combined made up an enhancement ability of great use.

His body rapidly began to regenerate back to his previous state. The great internal damages reseeded. Whilst his body was extremely tired, weary, and exhausted, they were boosted back with power, enhancing them and making them bulging and firm as steel once more.

Naybeah was left shocked and surprised as she looked at the sight. Did that demon provide him with infinite power or something? He stood up again and again, no matter what happened. Even as he was soundly defeated, time and again… He could always find a way to come back. 

Can he be even truly defeated, or was this whole fight pointless from the start?

"Heh…" Lord Bart sighed, as a smile slowly stretched his face. "Come… proud amazon, I still have the strength for one more dance. Let's both finally go all out, otherwise, I'm sure neither of us would have their hunger truly satiated.

His voice once again returned to his normal tone, the strange, eerie mystifying undertone have vanished.

"Hmm… All out?" asked Naybeah, looking surprised by the words of his opponent. What hidden cards could he still have under his sleeve? She was mildly interested if that were the case. Though she too felt that her energy was rapidly fading and that she -at most- had one last hurrah in her system before everything would go dark, she still couldn't help but be excited by the thought.

"Yeah, all out. Can you honestly look at me and say that everything we did so far, wasn't just the great build-up for the epic finale? This is the finale, and we owe it to ourselves as true warriors of the heart as well as our eager audience to give it to them! Go all out, show me, show US what you are really made of!" Lord Bart exclaimed, cracking the joints and knuckles in his hands and neck.

"Heh… Fine…" Naybeah sneered in response, slowly raising her arms in the air at her side. "I will show you…" 

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