Mark of the Fool

Chapter 593: Prime Time

Chapter 593: Prime Time

The timer was ticking down.

The match was nearing its end.

And so was the time for Prime.

Professor Rams mana flooded into his spell like an undammed river swamping the countryside. The force construct shuddered, engulfed by its masters power, growing to twice its original size.

Prime now loomed three times Claygons height, with its long tail stretching most of the length of the arena.

Roth looked like he was unable to believe his eyes.

The audience gasped.

And the announcer screamed. What have we here? Prime has suddenly doubled in size! What a shocking turn of events! But, remember ladies and gents, size isnt everything! Will a stronger, heavier and slower prime be able to handle Claygons teleportation tactics?

You mean stronger and faster, Ram said.

Primes tail whipped out as the golem appeared behind him.

It connected, knocking Claygon to the ground with an ear-splitting boom.

Ooooooh! the crowd leapt to their feet, grabbing their ears.

Prime was a blur, dropping a colossal fist down on Claygon, drilling him into the ground.

Onetwo the announcer started the countdown.

The stone golem vanished, instantly reappearing above Prime, driving his fist toward the force constructs skull. Massive knuckles of pure force energy shot up quicker than a lightning bolt, the impact hurled Claygon against the cage bars.

The crowd roared.

Ram clenched his teeth, sucking in a breath.

Not good, he thought. Its draining too fast, even faster than when I used full power in the Cells. Its costing me more energy to attack Claygon full force

Aaaaaaaarrrgh! A terrible burning sensation drove a scream from Rams throat.

His left arm felt like it was on fire, and his mana now drained even faster.

The crowd gasped.

The announcer looked at the professor with shock at the same time his young opponent asked him

Are you alright? Roth called, concern in his voice.

Fine. Ram faced his pain with honed discipline, even as he tried to work out what had just happened.

The answer came to him.

Im a fool. He thought. By increasing Primes power Ive also enhanced its size, strength and speedwhich means the sensitivity of the feedback system has also increased dramatically. I expected that to happen, because it happened during testing, but not like this, not with such intensity. Nothing I hit Prime with at the time came close to the force of Roth's golemsno!

He was deep in thought, analysing why hed felt such burning in his arm, when Roth chose to capitalise on his lapse in focus, teleporting Claygon out of Primes reach.

A sharp pain hit Rams side, feeling like his flesh had been pierced; the golem appeared, stabbing his war-spear into the constructs torso. Harsha could feel the blow that seemed to shift his organs to one side to let the tip of that terrible weapon skewer his insides.

If this is how it feels when Prime is protected by the arenas magic, Ram thought. Then how would it feel when

Something struck him in the side of his head; he stumbled, his vision wavering.

The golem slugged Primes skull with full force, whipping the constructs head to one side.

Sir? the announcer called. Sir, are you alright?

Im fine. Ram grunted.

Prime drove another blow into Claygon, sending the golem careening into the arena floor. The force constructs and professors lead in points was increasing. The timer was ticking down.

If he could just keep pushingjust keep that point lead going before he ran out of mana, or some phantom impact drove him out of the fight

Then hed have his success.

Ram eyed Roth standing across the arena.

The young wizard continued teleporting his golem around Prime.

He showed no sign of exertion or worry. How much mana did he and that staff have, anyway?

Ram swallowed as Prime struck Claygon again.

He had to push even harder.

Or he would be in major trouble.

Were in trouble, Alex thought.

The aeld staffs energies had ebbed a while ago, and hed been quietly drawing on his own mana pool for some time now. He hid that fact, keeping the movements of his lips so muted, that they appeared still from a distance, but the truth was, he couldnt keep this up for much longer.

Father! Claygon cried in his mind, blasting Prime with his forehead beam. I cannot bring it down! The plans not working.

It has to work, Alex thought. Rams pouring everything hes got into Prime, and every blow youre giving that oversized construct of his is hurting him. Weve got to keep going.

Butfather the golem said, right before a giant ballista bolt struck him in the chest, knocking him to the ground. Fatherhow much longer can you last? He hasmore mana than you

His energys fading, and mines still high, hes using more mana and youre wrecking his concentration, Alex thought. We have to keep this up. He has to believe well outlast him. If he stops pushing, were done. The point gaps too wide for us catch up now. So, we have to make him drain his mana.

Fatherthe rounds going to end soon Claygon pleaded. We dont have to win

But I want to win, Alex thought. And you deserve to win. And all those salivating bastardslooking at Rams incomplete prototypeneed to be shown his spells limits.

Alright, fatherI will give my all Claygon unleashed his fire-beams at Prime.

Rams growl was that of a wounded beast, but he still would not falter.

Come on Alex thought, drawing on his reserves. Come on!

Harsha Rams knees were close to buckling.

One of Claygons last blows had nearly knocked him unconscious. His body hadnt been physically attacked, but his mind was convinced that hed been stabbed, bashed in the head, and stomped.

His rigid stance was gone, replaced by a slump in his shoulders as he stood beside the cage, his body shaking and his breath ragged.

Just a little more, Prime Ram thought. A little more and well have them

He glanced at the timer.

A little less than ten seconds remaining.

Run out of mana! he willed the towering young wizard.

But Alex would not fall. His expression never changed and his spellcasting never slowed. While Claygon teleported around the arena, Ram reacted, turning Prime into a cloud of force energy.

We have enough of a lead, he thought. Ill keep Prime moving now. Keep him out of Claygons reach and let the timer run out. That will guarantee me the win.

Ram concentrated on his force construct, manoeuvring it around the arena in dizzying patterns. He thought of reducing his mana flow, but he would need all of Primes speed to avoid Claygons teleporting attacks.

He just needed to last a little longer

The cloud of dark force energy darted around the cage, compressing in mass, shrinking to stop providing an immense target for its rival. Claygon fired his fire-beams at the retreating force construct, but Primes nebulous form wove through the air, escaping them.

Less than seven seconds, Ram thought.

Prime spiralled around the edge of the arena.

Less than fiv

He suddenly screamed.

While Ram had been busy staying clear of the teleporting golems beams, Claygon had thrown his war-spear.

The force professor was caught by surprise andto avoid the bladehe had Prime duck and spinright into the path of a fire-beam. Pain raged through his bodyas Claygon approached, flying to the force constructs frozen form.

Two of the golems fists were cocked back.

Three the announcer counted.

They drove into Primes shapeless form.

Two

It was too much.

But he just needed to last a little longer

Ram fell to one knee.

Come on he thought. Count!

But there was no more counting.

The announcer was silent.

The crowd was silent.

The arena was silent.

Ram looked up.

No! he growled.

Hovering near the arenas dome, Claygon floated like a god of war and flame, grasping his war-spear in one hand.

MeanwhilePrimePrime was

Prime has shattered! the announcer cried.

Then Ram saw them: dissipating wisps of force magic. There was no mana left to feed the force construct, and Claygon had at last shattered it with those final, devastating blows.

Were witnessing a very rare event, folks! the announcer cried. Prime has not been pinned nor has he surrendered, instead, he has been destroyed! Lets turn to the judges, the decision is theirs!

The judges were scribbling notes on their cards, looking at the cage.

One rose and gave a signal to the announcer.

In the event that one competitor is unable to continue due to a knockout or in this caseapparent destructionthe match is forfeit! the announcer cried. There we have it! At only two seconds away from the bell ringing and ensuring victory, Prime is annihilated! The winner of the Super-Heavyweight Division of the Duel by Proxy isClaygon and his master, Alex Roth!

An explosion of noise ripped through the stadium and beyond its walls as the audience screamed, most leaping from their seats as one.

The sound was almost deafening.

People hooted, cheered, clapped, and clasped each others hands. Some held up betting tickets with delighted smiles plastered across their faces, while others swore, ripping theirs to bits, their obscene curse words drowning under the crowds roar.

Ram paused, thinking about the match.

In the endthings had not gone the way hed hoped, though hed known the risks when hed signed up for this event. Prime was powerfulbut that power came at a price, one that he had been unable to pay.

Its not ready, he said quietly. Not for real combat.

Hed grown confident after defeating the other participants in the Duel by Proxyeven the ferocious Vesuviusbut he could see now that those early results had left him arrogant and overconfident.

And revealed his spells greatest flaws.

Prime drew too much energy. The connection that allowed him to operate Prime so well had turned against him. A seventh-tier spell was out of reach for all save the most powerful wizards. Primes durabilitywhile technically robustdrew too much from its master.

The entire fight had taken place under powerful magics that robbed blows of their most lethal capacities, yeteven thena wizard of his power could not keep Prime in the fight.

What would have happened if this battle was outside the arena? he asked himself, rising to his feet. It would have taken even more energy to keep his form intact. What would happen if an archwizard cast Prime and was ambushed by something that threw streams of blows as powerful as Claygons?

Then theres the fact that I cannot cast spells on Primea major disadvantage.

He squared his shoulders, looking at his former student.

It had been a clean defeat: he had stepped into the arena with a powerful weaponbut one lacking in crucial areas. And for that? He had been punished. And, if he was honest, he deserved the loss.

He had no doubt thatin timeforce constructs would become a devastating tool in a powerful wizards arsenal, but today was too soon, there was more work to do, but, in his excitement, hed acted prematurely.

Perhaps I am getting old. Impatient, he murmured, watching Alex Roth across the arena. When a student at least a third my age can thwart me so easilybah, well, I cant exactly blame age for my defeat. That would take away the victory and credit from two who deserve it. Young Mr. Roth and Claygon fought a good fightBaelin truly has created a monster, whoin turncreated another monster.

The force professor gave Alex a deep nod of respect. Let these young ones find their own devastating path to victory.

He smiled. For now. One day, it will be Primes time.

Alex fought exhaustion as he waved to the crowd, his relief nearly buckling him at the knees.

Two seconds, he murmured. Two more seconds and that could have been a disaster. But we did it. You did it, Claygon.

Asdid youfather the golem said aloud, floating down to stand in front of Alex. Wetriumphed over a terribleenemy.

Well, thats what we do, Alex laughed ruefully. We meet terrible enemies, we fight them and we beat them: sometimes with consequences and sometimes without.

He nodded to the VIP box. And this time, it looks like its without.

While a couple of Shales potential buyers still looked at Ram with interest, most had completely turned to face Toraka, pointing at Claygon excitedly. The golemworks master was listening intently. From his distance, Alex could almost see the sparkle in her eye.

A sparkle that Alex would recognise; the sparkle of one about to make a lot of coin. His relief was palpable. The golemworks was not about to lose its buyers to some new spell technology, so hed have time to make his fortune.

This definitely tells me something, though: Ive already got the bakery, and my deal with Lucia going, but I should diversify more in the future. But, for right now, lets just bask in our victory.

He looked up at the sky. If only all victories could be as bloodless.