“Come on *#&4, It’ll be an easy run to the warehouse. What’s the worst that could happen?” Said an easy-going voice.

A girlish voice snorted, “That’s what you said last time before my boyfriend got gutted. If *&$# wasn’t with us he’d be dead!”

“Ha, the boy was weak. Not knowing his limits, I’m surprised to save the weakling. Be one less mouth to feed, at least his girlfriend can swing a sword just as good as she can bl-”

Laced with venom a table was kicked over by the blond girl, “You shut your mouth cur before I cut out your tongue.”

“Heh, I’d like to see you try, little lass. I can’t wait to put you in your place, right beneath me.” The man tipped his hat up giving the girl a lustful gaze.

Having enough of this stupidity Urist watched himself slam his fist on his table, “Enough out of the both of you, as Knights of the Order you will obey my commands!”

The man snorted in a sarcastic tone, “Fine, all hail the [Failure Hero] and all his wisdom. What would we the common man do without your commands.”

...

Yawning, Urist sat up and rubbed his head. Looking to his left he saw Uria sleeping peacefully. With a smile, he got out of bed and tucked her in, got a change of clothes, and headed over to the shower.

Before he left, a Uria’s voice rang out behind him, “Good luck.”

“Thanks, Uroa will come and get you.”

Taking a quick one he slapped his cheeks before heading to the armory and getting his gear on. Grabbing his greedy spear he exited the cave to see the morning sun shining and everyone was already out and about. With a determined expression, he headed towards the gate where he saw Volt, the hunters, and Adster the light mage.

Whispers arose as Urist moved forth, hearing them he laughed, “If you guys are so curious get on the wall and watch the fight.”

With his words, the people stopped what they were doing and started following behind him. As he reached the gate Volt gave him a neutral stare, “You sure you’re ready for this? No one will call you a coward for backing down. After all, I’ll be coming at you without holding back. If you’re not careful I might kill you.”

Urist patted him on the shoulder then opened the gate, “I’ve already made up my mind and a man doesn’t go back on his word. I’ll free you from your curse today, so you can finally fight together with your brothers and sisters.”

“Oh? You haven’t fought as long as I have. That arrogance will be your undoing.”

Urist chuckled, “Let’s just say I remember something.”

Walking out into the forest, the two entered a semi cleared area free of traps or pitfalls. The hunters had spread out to spot and kill any wild animals that might be drawn to the noise of combat.

Adster stood between the two, “I’ll be the one starting your match off. Anything you want to say before you go at it?”

“Yah I do. Urist this is my final warning for you to back down.”

Urist shook his head, “Don’t waste your words. With my power, I’ll free you from your chains.”

Lightning began to gather around Volt’s body forming crackling heavy armor. His hair began to wave wildly in the air bolts of energy shot out of his eyes. Unsheathing his sword lightning bolts gathered along the blade make it give off chirping sounds, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Flames began to bleed out of Christ's body to conform into robes of fire as eyebrows and hair lit aflame. With a golden glint in the eyes, he pointed his spear at Volt as flames sputtered out of his mouth, “Cut the crap and lets fight.”

In between the two Adster felt his body sweat as his hair stood on end. Sensing danger he walked away a bit of distance away before shouting at the top of his lungs, “The duel between the boss and Volt will begin on the count of three! The winner will be decided when one yields or dies! One, two, three! Fight!”

Invoking strength, Volt cracked the ground as lightning danced along his sword.

“Lightning slash.” Rushing forth, Volt roared as he sent a crescent beam of lightning at the stationary Urist.

In response, Urist moved his free hand causing flaming magic symbols to flash in the air, “Strength, Speed, Reflex, Control, Vision.”

Each symbol he wrote he named as the spell rushed towards his body. When he finished his incantation Volt’s attack was upon him. As his vision sharpened and his control over his body increased he simply leaned back to the point of an almost impossible angle allowing the attack to fly by.

“Thunders descent.”

Staring wide eye Urist saw Volt falling towards him with wings made of thunder intent on stabbing through him. Using his strength and control he pressed the butt of his greedy spear into the ground hard using the force to get out of the way.

Not a moment sooner Volt smashed into the ground causing the ground to crack around him kicking up dust clouds around himself. Sliding along the forest ground, Urist regained his footing and watched the cloud of dust waiting for Volt to pop out.

Suddenly the hair on his neck began to stand up causing sweat to appear on his forehead. Without hesitation, he leaned forwards just in time for Volt sword to pass harmlessly where his head was at just a moment before.

Using his spear as a support Urist sent a kick backward smashing into Volt's chest that connected sending him back. Urist used the force to increase the distance and brought his spear to bear ready for Volts relentless assault.

“What the fuck are you doing.” Volt's cold voice resounded as the dust cleared, his eyes were filled with disdain. “Why are you avoiding me? Why are you not attacking me? Do you think this is a game? If you don’t treat this seriously I’m going to kill you.”

Scratching his cheek Urist replied, “Would you believe me that I’m getting used to my new strength? Sorry about seeming like I’m disrespecting you, but now I’m battle-ready.”

“Staff art: Disable.”