Conquering His Cold Heart

Chapter 503: Chapter 503: The chase was on

"[Skyfall]!" With the command words spoken, energy transfused into Frost's glaive before forming 4 identical glaives in the four cardinal directions, all pointing downwards at the incapacitated minotaur.

A fraction of a second later Frost thrust out as he descended, aiming for the monster's heart, hoping to finish this battle in an instant. But the minotaur was still in the end a B-rank monster, a powerful and tenacious adversary.

The five glaives were all thrust down at the same time, impossible to completely defend against but the most dangerous one, the glaive in the centre had to be blocked. The minotaur desperately protected his torso with his arm and the shaft of his battle-axe.

Squelch! Ding! Ding!

Three of the glaives sunk deep into his flesh, leaving open and heavily bleeding wounds as they dissipated. The remaining skill formed glaive clashed with the tough vambrace protecting his forearm while the true glaive struck against the minotaur's battle-axe, saving him from near instant death. Even as a monster the heart was a very integral organ.

"Tsk!" Frost clicked his tongue after his thrust was blocked and wasted no time at all in retreating, using his glaive as a vault to flip backwards and out of harms way.

The minotaur reacted almost instantly, lashing out with his battle-axe the moment Frost's skill ended but unfortunately he was a little slow, his battle-axe seeing to only catch the hem of Frost's robe.

Frost landed gracefully back on the ground several metres away, his glaive ready and waiting to take on the minotaur's next attack. Rinse and repeat, eventually after enough damage had been done the minotaur should fall plus the longer he dragged the fight out the higher the chances reinforcements would arrive. A minotaur was a big target so they wouldn't be overlooked for long.

"Rahhhhhhhhhh!!!" The minotaur roared out furiously as it rubbed the bleeding slits left by Frost's skill, its anger growing stronger and stronger with every passing moment, quickly making it completely numb to any sense of pain before eventually succumbing fully to the stampede's madness. All rational thought completely disappearing, leaving nothing but an enraged beast.

Something that was in many way far easier to deal with considering Frost's skill set.

Frost twirled his glaive as though taunting the beast, beckoning it to rush him and rush him it did. The minotaur scraped its hooves across the ground as it built up potential for a charge, its mighty horns humming from an influx of energy before it loudly mooed, and summoned the image of charging bull behind it.

Frost's brow twitched as he loosened his body, planning to react like a leaf caught in a gust, timing and flexibility being key.

Boom!

Ultimately, since Warik was an A-rank fighter he came out ahead in each of their clashes, gradually increasing the wounds on the demon's body one at a time until eventually decapitating the monster in a grandiose fashion. A tenacious opponent to have lasted so long against him but in the end its loss was inevitable.

Warik stood tall, his body covered in dark blood belonging to the demon as he raised its severed head in the air in victory. He himself sported a few wounds but nothing a health potion couldn't fix. His 5 star quality armour saw fit to protect him from most of the demon's attacks, a few however did still make it through.

Proof that monsters should never be underestimated, high ranking species most of all.

A loud, ground shaking cacophony of roars from the soldiers and adventurers sounded in response to Warik's victory. And for the opposing side a deep sense of dread filled their hearts and panic set in.

Without their demon commander the horde began to fall apart, their bodies no longer completely at the mercy of stampede's madness and those still retaining some semblance of intelligence were affected most of all.

Valend and Frostine who were littered with serious wounds -Frostine was even missing a leg and Valend had lost his battle mount Dulan- looked at one another in complete panic. They had lost and as long as they remained here all they would gain would be death, something neither of them wanted. Frostine still had to lord over his own territory while Valend wanted to return to his clan in triumph.

However the two of them were pretty much surrounded by powerful B-rank fighters at the peak of health plus they could see General Anya quickly making her way towards them after seeing to the complete occupation of the other battlefields. Also now that the demon commander had been taken care of who would be the first ones General Warik turned his attention to, them that's who.

As if in sync the frost monarch and frost giant erupted with their full strength, overdrawing themselves to activate their most powerful moves. This however was just a ploy, the moment their attackers braced themselves they both used nearby monsters as substitutes and even one another to desperately retreat, quickly leaving them in the dust.

A mid B-rank monster that truly wished to run was not something easy to prevent.

"Dammit, bunch of cowards!" General Anya bellowed out her frustrations as her targets vamoosed before she even got the chance to fight. As she stopped in place however and stamped the ground a shadow flew over her head and the voice of young man sounded out.

"General I'll slow down at least one of them, you can still have your prey." Frost riding Kiba was flying towards the fleeing Valend and Frostine, determined to make sure at least one of them failed to escape the battlefield, he still held a great deal of grudges towards the two of them after all.

Anya smiled from ear to ear before quickly jumping back on the back of her prized battle mount, Freya and charged after the two of them.

The chase was on.