Henry was panting at this point, it had taken all of his effort to make sure not a single spear had hit him. Even one would've vaporised him at the power level Zak was at, but he refused to show weakness to the holy arbiter of flames. The dragon was torn apart, Henry having played his ultimate trump card. There was no other way he could've taken on such a divine beast. Finally Zak's power began to wane, the flame composing his entire being growing dimmer and dimmer as he floated towards Henry. The cubes that had contained the pike wielding Zak's were tossed aside, left to sink into the lava and the earth underneath. Mjolnir was put into it's rightful place at the center of the weapon's hall in the Gates of Tartarus. The Cheater's Blade was sheathed, Zak no longer posed a threat. He was a mere shell of his former self, Henry had no more time for such a fruitless encounter. There were no words left to be said, Henry turned to leave and rest at the Machina basecamp.
Wolf's voice cut through the silence, speaking his intentions to intrude upon their battle. Henry raised a hand to his ear and activated his comm for the first time.
"Don't bother, I've taken care of Zak. A waste of my time quite frankly. Go after Victoire if you can find her, she's probably in the middle of corrupting the entire graveyard as we speak." What a waste of time this turned out to be. No fun at all.
Henry stopped in his tracks, a small smirk forming against his will. This guy was still kicking.
The smirk widened as Henry felt the air's temperature decrease significantly, the flow of mana into his body slowing as he topped off finally.
His hand twitched as he unconsciously drew his hand towards the Cheater's Blade for one last duel.
His breathing had finally evened out, the smirk growing into a closed mouth smile.
Henry let out a small chuckle as he stayed his hand, the sword would not be necessary for this execution.
He finally turned to look upon Zak and his smile turned into a giddy grin. Finally, now we get to the banter which Henry lived for. The spice of any great battle!
Henry began chuckling once more, the chuckle giving rise to a full laugh as his helmet's visor opened to reveal his face. Henry had the biggest grin plastered onto his features, laughing uproariously at Zak's newfound bravado.
It seemed Zak felt the same way too, a ghost of a smile flickering across his body of fire.
Zak raised his fists, likely no more power to create any weapons of holy flames.
Henry also raised his fists, if it was to be a good ol brawl then who was he to deny a dead man his last wish. His voice augmented by his suit, all across the battlefield would be able to hear Henry despite his voice being no louder than usual, the wind seemingly carrying his declaration to the ears of all that fought within this resting place of the lost and damned.
"Then come Emperor of Flames! Show the Silver Conqueror how a real Angel fights!"
Henry rushed at Zak, no more flashstepping, no more almighty lasers, no blades that could cut through the very fabric of reality. This was to be a battle of punches, the true man's way of fighting. And Henry was no slouch, having dedicated a decade to the art of fisticuffs. Zak was undoubtedly much stronger than Henry physically, but that was when he wasn't on his last legs. As of right now Zak and Henry were likely on even footing. Just the way he liked it.
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