Amalthus Fight Novels & Stories

"On a scale of one to completely fucked, I'd say we're hovering somewhere around 'start writing your will and making peace with whatever god you believe in.” "Shut up and fight," Amon growled, his shadows lashing out at an amalgam that got too close. "I can do both, you know. I'm talented that way, very good at multitasking under pressure." An amalgam dove at Fabian from above, dropping from what must have been a rooftop perch, and he twisted his blade, catching it across what passed for its throat. One of its arms fell away, twitching on the ground, but instead of weakening the creature, I watched in horror as another arm sprouted from the same location, growing from the stump with wet soun

"He's cornered! Get the speedboat ready, we're pulling out!" Lucas and Xylon, propping each other up, were equally drained. They were pale, and their vitality waned. The battle was unsustainable. With a fierce cry, Alexander flexed his arms, attempting to drive back the golden scepter, but it was immovable. The showdown was like nothing anyone had seen before. Three fighters summoned their indestructible vajra pestles and seemed to just let them be as if they could home in on their prey all on their own.

the wizard stated with an annoying grin on his face. Harlequin’s face twitched. And the spirits knew he was about to lose control. Outside the chess board domain, Amon and the other three were tirelessly fighting the milieus that were left. As the young monk was deflecting the attacks coming to her she glanced at the fight occurring in that domain. What she saw was the true battle of life. Two clashing energies can be seen, it was the battle of the black and white mahò. ********* Moria gasped, she covered her mouth with her palms and tearfully forced herself to watch the fight of the hero and the Grand Arch Wizard. The well where they can watch the battle was surrounded by Moria, goddess Aly

Alkhun said before turning around through the enemy. He attacked slashes the tentacles of the enemy. The purple slimy creature moved its tentacles in Alkhun's direction. Though every time it was easily cut by Alkhun's sword. Alkhun jumped through the opponent and slashed its flesh. The impact shakes the ground, making the immortals in the callosum panic. The smoke of dust has covered the arena. Amari coughs dirt as the smoke slowly dissipates. He could see a silhouette of a young man, walking towards him.

He pushed out his palm and struck James. James didn’t show his weakness. He raised his hand and countless amethyst-red flames shot out from his fist. He shattered the palm that was about to strike him. However, more palms landed on him, shocking him. Helplessly, he raised both hands. Countless amethyst-red flames and the sword light in his right hand resisted the palms simultaneously. Instantly, the fight was neck and neck. Upon seeing that, Dark Thea, who was restrained, shouted, “Hey, he can’t be the three powerhouses’ match. What are you trying to do?”

“Alpha Marvin, please think that through. Your pack cannot afford the loss of life that it will experience if you attack mine.” “Your son disrespected, and used my daughter! He either honors her, or I will call up my allies, and wage war against yours.” “My son did NOT in anyway disrespect your daughter. If anything your daughter disrespected my son! Furthermore, your allies are small, and minimal at best. Along with the fact that your allies are also my allies. They will chose to remain neutral in any conflict between us.” “They will help me to fight against you. They don’t need you any more than I do.”

Alma got up, blood at the corner of her lip. “No more mirrors,” she growled. She launched forward, using her real instincts, not the trained ones. Not the programmed ones. She fought with feeling. Rage. Love. Purpose. She ducked the clone’s next blow, swept her leg, then delivered a precise elbow to the temple. The clone fell, unconscious. Or dead. Either way, Alma didn’t wait to check. She turned toward Hekate, still watching from above. “You wanted to meet me,” Alma said, “now come down and fight me yourself.”

"We can bring it down if we strike now!" Her companions, driven by her unwavering determination, concentrated their efforts on the faltering creature. With a surge of strength, they unleashed a barrage of attacks, their weapons and elemental powers combining in a cacophony of fury. The Ancient One wailed in agony, its dark essence dissipating under the onslaught. Just as they believed victory was within reach, a chilling howl reverberated through the chamber. The ground trembled, sending shockwaves that toppled Amelia and her allies. From the shadows emerged a colossal figure, towering over them with glowing red eyes and a menacing aura.

As we emerged from the cave, we were met by a horde of dark organization soldiers, armed to the teeth and ready for battle. "We have what you're looking for," Amelia said, holding out the immortal fruit. "Now leave us alone." But the soldiers only laughed, their eyes filled with malice. "We'll take that fruit," their leader said, drawing his sword. "And we'll take your lives while we're at it." With that, the battle began - a fierce and brutal fight that left us battered and bruised, but alive. We emerged victorious, but we knew that our fight was far from over.