Chapter 111 Next Assault
Chapter 111 Next Assault
"Alright guys, let's get this monster," Jett declared as he took a bold step forward, eyes locked on the towering figure of Medusa. His confidence radiated through the room, unfazed by the dark aura she emitted.
Rey stepped up beside him and summoned Master Dragon. The massive creature materialized in a flash of light, its mighty wings stretching wide as it stood protectively next to Rey, the air around it crackling with power.
Aiden spoke up from the corner. "That's Medusa. Watch out for her petrification attack: one wrong move and you're done for."
"Be careful," Asher warned from the sidelines, his voice weak but urgent. "She took out Wraith Bat and Elora's Death Wolf in a single attack."
Cedric glanced at Asher, his brow furrowing in concern. "Huh? For real?"
"Yeah, she's no joke," Asher confirmed, wincing from his wounds.
"Well, that's not good," Rey sighed, glancing at his Master Dragon. Now, unsure if he wanted the creature involved, he hesitated for a moment. The stakes were higher than he initially thought.
Jett, however, took one look at her and gave a nonchalant shrug. "Mid."
Elora's eyes widened, a flash of anger crossing her face. "What did you just say?"
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"Mediocre at best," Jett replied, unfazed by her irritation. "That's not the real Medusa. Probably some kind of cheap knockoff from whoever started this whole mess." He casually unsheathed his sword, its edge gleaming in the torchlight.
Elora, still slightly miffed, opened her mouth to argue, but she noticed something in Jett's demeanor: he wasn't just being cocky, it seemed like he had a plan.
Medusa, on the other hand, stood her ground with a twisted smile on her face. She didn't even flinch, her glowing eyes scanning them with the confidence of someone who thought their efforts were futile. She was waiting, toying with them as though victory was already hers.
[Area Heal]
Jett raised his hand, casting a healing spell that washed over the group, rejuvenating the others just enough to keep them in fighting shape.
"Alright then, you got a plan?" Rey asked, sensing there was more to Jett's calm attitude than just bravado.
Jett nodded. "Yes, I do. But honestly, you don't really have to do much. I just need Master Dragon over there."
Rey looked confused. "And what exactly are you thinking?"
Jett's smirk grew wider. "On my signal, I want your dragon to hit me with Holy Flame."
Rey blinked, completely taken aback. "You want me to what!? You do realize that's dangerous, right?"
Jett's eyes gleamed with determination. "Trust me. That's the point."
Medusa watched them from across the room, her patience seemingly endless. But the flicker of interest in her glowing eyes told them she didn't expect anything significant from this group.
"And why in heaven's name would I agree to that? You're basically telling me to be an accomplice in your murder case." Rey crossed his arms, shaking his head.
"Just do it. Holy flame won't hurt me unless I have some malicious intent against the user," Jett explained, his voice edged with frustration.
Rey raised a brow, skeptical. "And you know this because...?"
"Just blast the freaking holy fire at me!" Jett half-yelled, clearly irritated at the delay.
"I say do it." Finn chipped in from where he was resting.
"Shut up Finn." Rosa snapped.
Without waiting for further argument, Jett gripped his sword tighter, and his aura flared to life: a brilliant orange that nearly glowed yellow in its intensity. The room lit up from the sheer brightness of his refined energy, stunning everyone around him. Even those who had fought beside Jett before couldn't help but be surprised at the level of control and refinement he had reached with his aura.
"We don't have all day," Jett smirked, clearly enjoying the shock on their faces.
Rey, still hesitant but trusting in Jett's plan, nodded toward Master Dragon. "Alright, you better not regret this." He gave the command, and the dragon's maw opened, unleashing a torrent of greenish Holy Flame. The fire roared as it shot toward Jett, swirling around him in a fierce vortex of heat and light.
Everyone braced themselves for impact, expecting Jett to at least flinch, but he stood there, completely still. The holy fire engulfed him, wrapping around his body like a cloak, but Jett didn't budge. His gaze remained focused, unwavering, as he raised his sword higher into the inferno.
Slowly, the greenish flame began to merge with the orange aura coating his blade, swirling together in a harmonious blend of power.
Jett watched in awe as his sword absorbed the holy fire. 'That actually worked? Just what kind of sword did Dad give me?' he wondered, marveling at how the blade remained stable, unscathed by the intense magic coursing through it.
Aiden, watching from the sidelines, couldn't hold back his jealousy. "What the hell is that? I want it too!" he sulked. "Hey, how are you even doing that?"
"Now watch and learn," Jett called back, stepping confidently toward the boss. His sword glowed with the combined power of his aura and the holy flame, a weapon now imbued with terrifying destructive potential.
As Jett approached Medusa, she locked her gaze onto the fiery sword. Her expression, once filled with smug overconfidence, shifted. There was a flicker of fear in her eyes, a primal recognition that the flames before her were no ordinary magic. Instinctively, she stepped back, remembering Lumina's earlier attempt with Holy Fire.
Though Lumina's fire hadn't dealt much damage before, something about this flame felt different: more potent, more dangerous.
Jett smirked, seeing the fear in her eyes. "Not so confident now, huh?"
With a powerful swing, he brought the blazing sword crashing toward her, the flames roaring to life as they streaked through the air.
"Watch and learn," Jett smirked, signaling Cedric. "Cedric, do it now."
Cedric's eyes glowed briefly as he activated his skills, summoning his innate power to reshape the battlefield.
[Construct]
[Trail]
He called out, his hands glowing as lines of magic shot out from him, etching earthen pathways across the ground. The stone around Medusa trembled as newly formed tracks spiraled around her, creating an intricate network of ramps and platforms. The paths crisscrossed in midair, looping around her like a spider's web, giving Jett the perfect vantage points to leap from.
Jett immediately took off, moving with blinding speed across the freshly-constructed trails. He darted up and down the platforms, running, jumping, and flipping through the air, using the trails Cedric had created to keep Medusa guessing where the next attack would come from.
Medusa's snake-like eyes narrowed as she struggled to keep track of Jett's movements. Her large form twisted and turned, her massive body slithering across the battlefield as she tried to follow him, but her strikes kept coming up short.
Jett's attacks were relentless, swinging his sword imbued with holy flame from one angle, then disappearing, only to reappear at her side a moment later for another strike. The heat of his sword sizzled in the air each time he swung it.
Medusa, now on the defensive, could do little but retreat, her petrifying gaze proving ineffective against the constant barrage of attacks from unexpected angles. Stone pillars cracked and crumbled as Jett used Cedric's trails to leap high, slicing downward, only to vanish and reappear behind her for another blow.
"Doesn't he have a skill that grants him mobility like that already?" Freya asked, watching the display of acrobatics and swordplay in awe.
REy nodded, still catching his breath from the earlier fight. "Yeah, but his MP was already depleted before we got here. Plus, he used the last bit to heal you guys."
Freya's eyes widened in understanding. "So he's fighting without his mobility skills? Like that's his genuine speed?"
"Exactly, I wouldn't have believed it either" Asher replied, admiring the teamwork between Jett and Cedric. "That's why Cedric created those trails: so Jett can keep his momentum without wasting any energy."
Jett's sword lashed out again, cutting through the air toward Medusa's side. But this time, she was ready. With a swift flick of her tail, she lashed out toward him, the massive appendage slicing through the battlefield with blinding speed. Jett leaped into the air to avoid it, but Medusa's tail was faster than he anticipated.
It whipped around and coiled tightly around his midsection, lifting him off the ground.
He let out a grunt of pain as the tail constricted around him, its crushing force threatening to snap his ribs. His sword, still glowing with holy fire, remained firmly in his grip, but he was now trapped in her powerful hold.
"Well this was unexpected." Jett cursed, struggling to break free, but Medusa's grip tightened, squeezing the air from his lungs.
"Jett!" Rey called out, his eyes narrowing as he saw his friend caught.
Medusa's slitted eyes gleamed with malice as she hissed, satisfied at having finally trapped her prey.
Just then, a notification flashed in Jett's peripheral vision, showing his MP slowly regenerating had reached a certain point. He grinned, even though Medusa's tail was squeezing the air out of him.
"Hah… Hell yeah, you're mine now," Jett smirked, his voice strained but confident.
He muttered under his breath,
[Spellblade Dance]
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It's about to go down.