Altara swung his oversized machete horizontally at Frit once he came into range but Frit simply used both forearms to block the blade which were both armored by the gauntlets, kicking Altara in the stomach which sent him waddling back. Altara coughed and spun around after waddling, sending the blade down onto Frit, who rolled to the side. He punched his armored fists together and ran up to Altara once more, aiming an uppercut at his chin. Altara didn't have time to block and the attack hit, sending Altara flying backward into a tree. Altara coughed blood as he crashed down into the grassy floor, dropping the oversized machete next to him as he coughed more blood. All of his canine teeth were knocked out, Altara felt the gum and grimaced. "Shit, not good..not at all." Blood started to pour from each spot where the canines were, bleeding down his chin and making two bloody lines. He looked up at Frit, on his hands and knees. "Fucker.."

Frit stared over him. "Don't complain, it is a fair fight. I'm simply enchanting the gauntlets I summoned with magik that gives them extra impact upon contact with something." His white eyes loomed over Altara. "Stand up, stand up now." He ordered, staring down at Altara.

Altara slowly picked up the machete and used it to push himself up, he looked at Frit who spoke once more. "That's right, use a stolen weapon to help you." Altara's blue eyes flashed for a second as the oversized machete became enchanted with magik, Frit grimaced as this happened, the grass around the area the sword was dug into going ablaze. "Idiot, the whole forest will burn!"

Altara swung the blade around his head, pointing it out in front of him. "I have to erase you."

"Gh~ Who the hell do you think you are?! YOU ARE IN NO POSITION TO SAY THAT! YOU ARE THE ONE WHO KILLED MY FATHER! YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME YOU DELUSIONAL ASSHOLE!"

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Altara's eyes widened as he stood there, the firey blade glowing up the area. "I...I took away his father...I really did that. I willingly did that, just like my father willingly left me. Maybe I really am the wrong one, maybe I am the bad guy here. I'm more like my father than I thought. I can leave a child without a father without any sort of initial remorse. I have no right to-"

Altara, in his trance, noticed Frit running at him, Altara quickly swung his blade across his body. "I let my guard down, but!" The fire from the blade trailed after the swung which reached further than the blade itself did. The fire hit Frit head on and he hit the floor beside Altara, canceling his attack as he was set on fire. Frit started to growl and shout in pain, taking off his turtleneck and throwing it to the floor. The fire from the blade which flew out caused the nearby trees to set ablaze.

Frits right arm was burnt, but he still raised both fists.

Altara stared at the floor, not even getting into a defensive stance. "I..." He spoke quietly. "We are the same, you and I. My parents are gone too, I don't know if they're really dead or alive but as it stands, to me they're gone forever. I might...despise them for it, but now I know that I am just like them, I'm a bad person, feeling no initial remorse for leaving someone without a father. Your dad might have been an important figure in a criminal organization but...he had a kid. If I knew that I wouldn't have killed him, or at least tried not to. Even If I say that I didn't know he had a kid he had friends which he cared about, I'm sure. It..I...I don't want to kill...I am scared of ripping people away from the ones they love like that, as I don't want them to feel how I once felt." Altara dropped the machete, the fire on it going out. The trees around them however still burnt.

Frit looked at Altara, his sharp face becoming slightly softer. "I...I see. But either way, he was still my father. Even if you didn't know or...feel bad. You must die." Frit looked at the machete on the ground. "I'll make it quick."

Frit started to walk up to Altara, who simply stood still...before suddenly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Three bullets shot through Frit's chest, all of which were enchanted with fire. Frit's eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor, dead. Altara looked at this happen and blinked for a second, looking over at Konstantine with her pistol extended, the barrel of which smoking. She lowered the pistol and walked over to Altara, who was staring at the bullet holes in Frit's dead body.

Konstantine then spoke. "You were going to let him kill you?"

Altara remained silent.

Konstantine sighed, walking over to Frit and looting through his pockets. Altara saw her do this and looked away. She found a note and a few other irrelevant bits and pieces, pocketing the note and walking over to Altara, grabbing his wrist and walking off. "Come. We can read this note when we're back...with Hugo."

They both left the area, leaving the oversized machete behind. The forest fire would spread but was soon put out by a storm which followed shortly after.