Dark Magus Returns

Simyon was left in shock after seeing Safa use their special card for someone else rather than themselves. Even though the man in front of them was able to absorb Qi, someone as strong as the statue surely could have done something that would allow them to win the battle.

With the way both he and Safa were, Simyon was sure it would be a loss for them to go up against this person, but her words were strong, and she sounded confident. It wasn't a completely lost cause.

"Alright, alright, I will be your shield, Safa. Go ahead and take this guy out!" Simyon said, punching both of his gloves together.

He could see Safa had poured her Light Magic into the tip of the spear again. If they knew one thing, it was that they could hurt the bald-headed man.

"Let me take the lead. I can use these gloves to try and hold him still, and then you finish him off," Simyon claimed.

He ran off ahead before Safa could even say something, but she had to admit that it might be the best plan they had.

As the two charged forward, they could see the bald-headed man punching his fist into the palm of his other hand. He was welcoming the challenge. As soon as Simyon was close, he jumped up in the air and wound his fist up.

"I'm going to take that smug look off your face!" Simyon's punch landed heavily across the bald-headed man's face, swinging his head to the side, but the corners of the man's eyes and mouth were smiling.

He then grabbed onto Simyon.

"You are the one with the hard body. Let's see whose body is harder!" The man claimed as he jumped and swung Simyon's entire body into the floor, cracking the area.

Simyon was hurt as his body was slammed to the floor. His old wounds caused a deep pain that went through to his very bones, but he didn't care; he needed this chance. With both of his hands, he grabbed onto one of the arms of the bald-headed man.

"First… I'm going to shock you!" Simyon shouted, and the whole body of the man electrified. Simyon could tell it was working as the man's body shook slightly, but even though it was jolting, the man was still able to move, and he was clenching his fist, ready to give Simyon a pounding.

Just before he threw his fist, the man felt something stab into the back of his arm, right above his elbow. A stinging pain and a solid hit. When he looked to see what had happened, he saw that Safa had already pulled the spear out.

'A surprise attack to the head isn't going to take this man out. He has good instincts,' Safa thought. 'So while Simyon has him distracted, I will injure him as much as possible, and then we'll take him out!'

Safa also noticed something else as well. Even with her Light Magic coating the spear, she could only stab the bald-headed man so deep. The longer it made contact with his body, the quicker it took the Qi from her, which was the basis of a lot of her strength.

So she needed to pull it out. Her attacks wouldn't be deep enough to hurt vitals.

The lightning coming off Simyon's glove continued, but the bald-headed man was getting used to it and was able to move easier. He also ignored the stabbing pain and then picked Simyon's body up and swung him, trying to use Simyon to hit Safa.

'Since the lightning isn't going to work, then I'll just have to freeze him!' Using the power of the other glove, as Simyon continued to hold onto the bald-headed man and refused to let go, ice slowly spread in the particular area.

This, of course, didn't go unnoticed by the bald-headed man.

"You have strange powers, not just a strong body. You need to let go," the bald-headed man said.

Safa went to shove her spear forward but saw that the bald-headed man had lifted Simyon to block her attack. He was still quick and aware.

The main issue with the glove, particularly the Ice Magic glove, was the amount of time needed to hold onto the object to make the ice spread. At some point, it would spread through the whole body, but it was slow.

At least a few minutes would be needed for it to cover the whole arm at this rate.

'There's no way to make this faster. I'm just going to have to hold on.'

The bald-headed man jumped back and then swung his arm into the floor. Each time Simyon's body hit the ground, the floor cracked, and debris flew everywhere.

To make sure he held on, Simyon wrapped his legs around the man's arm as well, holding on tightly. This allowed the man to continue swinging his arm into the ground more and more.

The swings were wild and chaotic, and each time Simyon crashed into the arena floor, the vibrations could be felt throughout the place.

When the bald-headed man saw that Safa was close and aiming for him, he jumped, moving from his position, and with the momentum of the jump, he slammed Simyon further into the ground.

"Your body is strong, so strong. How long will you last?" the man excitedly said as he slammed Simyon into the floor again. The grip by Simyon was loosening.

The moment he fell to the floor, Safa dashed forward, thrusting her spear. The man jumped away, breaking the distance between them.

Safa quickly slid on the floor, not caring for her knees, and went by Simyon's side.

"No, Simyon, Simyon, you're in this state again!" She immediately dropped the spear and held both hands over Simyon. She began using her Light Magic along with her restore spell to help him in any way she could.

"It's going to be okay," Safa said as she continued to use the spell. "It's going to be okay, Simyon. I know how strong you are. I knew that this might happen. It was a risk, but it was the only way I could see us winning," Safa claimed as tears rolled down her face.

Simyon didn't understand. He could hear her, but what did she mean? Was this the plan she had? As Simyon's body healed in certain places, the special Mythical Ring around his ear lit up, and a big change was felt in Simyon's body.

"I'm not the one that's going to win us this fight. It was always going to be you!" Safa exclaimed.