Barak and Amon began to trade blows, neither one of them really giving an inch to the other, each missed attack was barely by a hair’s length, and all of their attacks seemed lethal,

but strangely enough they both had smiles on their faces, Amon had stepped back causing barak to press in and continue to ferociously attack him, but with every swing, barak’s sword was dodged or parried by Amon,

“didn’t I tell you that being overly excited would cost you”, Amon stated, blocking yet another attack from barak,

“oh I don’t see how it’s costing me, doo you ?”, Barak asked, with an arrogant grin painted across his face,

“sadly I do”, Amon quickly replied,

“wha...”, barak began to say, but then amon quickly, parried one of his attacks, but this time he guided his sword down the edge of Barak’s own all the way down to the hilt, both of them were now face to face,

“i’ve been watching you as our little match went on, and I must say you are amazing when it comes to swordplay and almost just as good at hand-to-hand, but you have one vital weakness”, Amon stated,

and as soon as he said that Barak, felt his feet shift from under him, he was now sideways in the air, with amon kicking him again sending him flying backwards, and before he even realized, Amon was over him mid swing with his sword about to come down on him,

“okay I’ve seen enough’, Levant shouted,

“LUNAR NOVA: ERUPT”, he called out, a stream of blue fire rushed towards Amon, however he didn’t move, amon simply braced himself placing his sword in front of him, the sheer force of the fire pushing off of barak and back a couple of feet,

“ohh that move packs a lot of power, sadly not enough though”, Amon criticized, swiping his sword through the air to shake off the remainder of fire, from his blade,

levant stood there dumbfounded, at the fact that Amon shook off his attack so casually, but before he could even gather the rest of his thoughts, Yumi appeared in front of him,

“hope you didn’t forget about me”, she said teasingly,

the next thing levant knew she had spun around in front of him landing a kick directly on his shoulder, and shortly after landing another one sending him flying into the wall behind him,

‘oh god junorra bless me, that armor has made her a lot harder to handle’, levant thought to himself,

“well let’s end things here, why don’t we”, Amon proposed,

“sure I’m fine with that, I got to really test this bad boy out, so I’m fine”, Yumi said in agreement,

Amon trotted over to where Barak was, he was still partially laying on the ground, Amon held out his hand gesturing for barak to take it,

barak looked up at Amon, the blazing sun partially obstructing his view of him, he could feel the sweat running down his back, and the heat hitting part of his arm, he didn’t want to, but he had just been shown a weakness, a weakness that he never knew he had, Barak thought to himself that he had no choice but to humble himself, and though reluctantly barak took his hand and got to his feet,

“you calm enough to figure out that glaring weakness of yours”, Amon asked,

“no, so why don’t you enlighten me”, barak said, with a bit of vitriol behind it,

Amon held down his head, hitting it with his palm, and slowly shaking it,”all I’m going to tell you is you have to learn to strengthen and really on your foundations”, he said, walking away after without saying another word,

on his way exiting the training area he looked over at Levant who was climbing out of the small hole that yumi helped him create,

“And you, Levant, stop holding back, you need to push those flames of yours to their breaking point, from what yumi has told me, she did a good job of raising all of our bases, and I mean that about all four of you, but, you in particular don’t push your powers to their upmost limit, though this war didn’t originally involve you I’m sure that ‘he’ has already deemed you guys a significant threat, and now you all will have targets on you’re back when the day of the war comes”, Amon lectured to Levant,

“so stop half assing will you”, he finished, walking into the hallway and out of the training area,

Later That Night

Amon sat in his office, his head tilted back, resting on the back of the chair, starring at the ceiling, his eyes squinting, he was in deep thought with himself,

‘ is all of this really for the best, maybe I’m fighting against them because I’m just not good with change, despite the subjugation of the other kingdoms, is there really anything wrong with what they’re doing’, Amon thought to himself,

he suddenly felt a prescence in his office, his hand quickly reached for his sword that sat next to him leaning on the desk

with one swift motion he drew his sword, swinging it instantly in the direction of the prescence he felt,

“you had better show yourself or I will cut off your head next time”,Amon calmly stated,

“that I do not doubt”, the person said,

the air around the tip of Amon’s blade began to distort, and shortly after the messenger appeared, he wore a mask with a golden cross covering one of the eyes, the mask was dark purple in colour, and jeans with a red cloth wrapped from his knee to his ankle on one of his legs, he wore no shirt, and his chest and shoulders were marked, with golden tribal tattoos,

“and who might you be ?” Amon asked,

“i am a mere servant to his highness, Ea Dracht, my name is not of importance, I was merely tasked with delivering this letter to you from your brother”, the servant answered,

Amon looked at the letter in his hands, withdrawing his sword, he took the letter, and sat back down in his chair,

“LEAVE NOW”, Amon said, his voice deep and unnervingly intimidating,

the servant could feel, the rage and bloodlust mixed within the divine energy that he released,

“you are definitely his brother”, the servant noted to Amon before departing,

Amon looked at the letter pondering on what his brother could possibly want or say, as far as he was concerned they had both said what needed to be said to each other,