Balance.
He remembered this as he and the cyclops moved in a way that was reminiscent of a dance. Ghostdrum told him that balance was key. Aria told him that a fight was more about your feet than anything. If he had his footing just right, the cyclops wouldn’t end up killing him. If it was wrong, then he would be dead in a no time.
The cyclops wielded a curved blade. He found it odd that the stories he’d heard of the cyclopses were exaggerated. In truth, they were but eight feet tall. Not giants, but much larger than the average man.
Before, he’d been afraid. But once the battle escalated, he found that it wasn’t at all terrifying. He knew it to be wrong, but he felt like he belonged. He wasn’t as skilled as Ghostdrum or Aria, but he had enough proper training to fight in the battle, to survive against his opponents.
He found it odd that he felt like he belonged. Though, it was like a dance, he never did like to dance. It wasn’t because he was too shy to ask any of the girls cause he never was. It wasn’t because he couldn’t dance either. He’d been told on countless occasions that he could dance very well. But it was because he never like the movement. He never liked the way the music matched with the movement could put a person in a trance, how it could be used to put your thoughts to a slow and allow another person to be in complete control. That’s not to say that he didn’t like music though.
He narrowly dodged the cyclops’s curved blade by dropping and rolling. He swung Caliburn, slashing his opponent’s leg. He rose to his feet again.
He knew that he needed a better plan than fighting the cyclops head on. He did have a plan, but as it stood, it would need adjustments.
The cyclops was eight feet tall. That was almost 3 and a half feet taller than the black-haired boy. His plan at first had been to disembowel the cyclops. But once that proved to be more trouble than it was worth, his plan became to pierce its heart in anyway that he could. The cyclops was enraged by Alex’s attack on him. Of the fact that Alex could dodge his attacks with an ease that it’d never seen before.
It aggressively attacked him. The curved blade came at him in various ways; chopping motions, slicing motions, and thrusting motions as well. When there was an opening in the attacks, he took his opportunity.
He dropped onto his back as it lunged forward. Caliburn’s blade pierced the flesh of the monster. It slide in between two ribs and cut the cyclop’s heart. Its one big eye widened as it let out a cry. Its breaths slowed as the blood poured out from around the blade, he could hear it dropping onto his armor.
With one swift motion, he pulled the blade out of the wound and rolled out of the way. Everything around him seemed so slow. Everything around him was bloodied chaos.
People getting cut down left and right. Some weren’t human, but they were people to him nonetheless. And they were dying. He could see various statues of ice, that was what the wand did, Aria had warned him.
He turned only for a second and what he saw, left him in a state of bewilderment.
He watched as Eddie leapt off a rock and jumped at Seraphina. He shattered her crystal wand. But, the consequence of his actions hadn’t proached his mind. He dodged Seraphina’s attacks while Alex, stuck in the chaos of what went on around him, his thoughts and his exhaustion, was stuck.
Until he wasn’t anymore. He approached the ever vicious Seraphina, and just when her sword was about to clash with Eddie’s, put Caliburn’s blade in between them. He turned his gaze to the redhaired boy.
“Find Aria and Octavia and get out of here.” he told the boy, who would only nod before running off.
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