[Small suggestion before reading this. Put on some good battle music while you read. It really enhances the read]

He was tired.

SO GODDAMN TIRED of being the world’s punching bag. He wasn’t gonna just stand around, and take it anymore. Anon grit his teeth, dug in his heels and tighten his fists. “YOU THINK I'M JUST GONNA LET YOU GET AWAY WITH HURTING PEOPLE. YOU OVERSIZED TIN SOLDIER. BRING IT ON. I WILL MAKE YOU SWALLOW YOUR TEETH.” Shouting with pride at the other as the Burden of Power finally started to end.

“Ooo…ho ho.” A smile painted itself across Varbu's face. “Looks like we got ourselves a live one. You might actually be ENTERTAINING.” This time it was Varbu that dashed forward. He was faster then he looked and this showed in the attacks he unleashed. Gripping his blade with only one hand.

Unleashing a volley of swings at Anon. Anon was able to avoid each swing as he back peddled away. He was fast but, Anon's eyes were keeping up with each swing. Varbu however, only smiled more at this development as he kept chasing Anon. These weren’t wild swings either. They were practice strikes aimed for vital spots on the body.

Varbu wasn’t leaving him any openings to attack. He was barely dodging some of them. In this fury of blows Varbu's next attack was a horizontal slash. Anon went to dodge but, suddenly the strike changed mid-attack. It was a faint. Varbu's left hand gripped the hilt in the middle of the swing sending it straight downward as the runes began to glow.

Anon panicked pushing off the ground with all his might blasting off to the side as Varbu swing came down. Dodging the earthshattering swing. That tore through the ground in a magical slashing wave that cut off a part of the log cabin before stopping. That piece of the roof came tumbling down smashing to pieces against the earth. The land where he had cut was smoking from the amount of power that had been unleashed upon it.

Anon skidded to the ground to Varbu's right taking deep breaths in. Sweat dripping from his brow from both exhaustion and fear. Varbu turned his head putting his sword on his shoulder with a joyful smile. “Well aren’t you light on your feet. You’re not gonna be able to beat me by running away boy-o.”

He knew that. He knew that all too well. He was just catching his breath.

Meanwhile, Twilight was hovering just above the village soaring through the skies. The riders on horseback gave chase firing crossbows at her that had been attached to their saddles. Twilight was dodging in mid-air only turning back to unleash a blast of energy from her palms. However, the riders on their horses were nimble as well dodging the shots she unleashed as they were making a circle around village in this battle.

The villagers watched in both hope and dread. Not knowing how this battle would end. It was the elder hitting his cane against the ground that broke their gaze. “What are you all doing? Is this not OUR village? Are we going to let these ruffians burn down our home? Take our princess and our land?” He asked all of them with eyes that still burned with a youthful vigor.

“OR WILL WE FIGHT TO OUR LAST BREATH.” He shouted.

The warriors of the village let out a war cry as they picked up their spears. A group of them chucking their spears at the riders chasing the princess. Impaling two of four riders that remained on their horses. Bleeding out crimson as they lie still against the ground.

Varbu caught this out of the corner of his eye. “Fuck’n pests.” Venom was in his words as he spoke out.

This was Anon's chance. He rocketed off the ground at the same speed as his first attack. He aimed for the same spot as before. He knew the armor had to be weaken from the last hit. It wouldn’t be that easy this time. Varbu's guard was up. The sword twisting downward as Anon fired off his punch. He used the flat of the blade to guard. The punch impacted the blade letting loose a small shockwave from the clashing of powers.

Both Anon and Varbu were pushed away from each other. Varbu whistled as he felt both his arms and blade tremble from that attack. “NOW THAT IS WHAT I AM TALKING ABOUT.” Smiling ever so wide showing off his fanged teeth.

Anon’s body was quaking. The Burden of Power was worse now as it activated. His body had not fully recovered from the last hit. His legs felt like jello. Wincing in pain he barely kept himself up right. He refused to falter.

“Cheeky little thing you are. Don’t worry…..you have my full attention now.” Varbu’s words chilled the air as his stance shifted. His left foot forwards towards Anon, his body facing on its side to him. He raised his blade to his face. Pointing the tip of the sword downward at Anon. Both hands firmly gripping the blade. “I won’t miss this time.” He spoke as the glyphs sparked to life once more.

Anon knew he couldn’t dodge another attack like that. It was all or nothing. Even in the shape he was in, he steeled himself. He lowered his stance as stillness took the both of them. What felt like eons to Anon finally ended with Varbu being the first one to blast off again. Anon met him by dashing forward. They met at the halfway point.

Varbu thrusted his blade towards Anon's face. Anon resolved to take a blow. It was the only way he knew he would be able to land a hit. He narrowly dodged is head out of the way as the sword cut through the meat of his left shoulder. The power it unleashed blew off some of his muscle and flesh. The pain burned his flesh but, he kept his momentum. Swinging his right fist upwards towards the captain’s stomach.

The thunderous boom of flesh hitting metal once again filled the ears of everyone around. The armor around Varbu’s stomach shattered as if it was glass. A clean hit. Hacking up blood once more. Varbu was sent rocketing across the square in a blur of motion. His form breaking through an empty log cabin that was across from them.

Anon collapsed to his knees. The pain was pulsing through every vein in his body as the Burden of Power activated for second time in this exchange. It felt like his body was going to break down any minute. There was a silence that swept over the village as both Twilight and the riders stopped themselves glaring at the building. Was it over?

That silence was broken by a voice. A voice that called out from the broken cabin. “Are you proud of yourself? That actually got me on my knees. You will pay for this disgrace.” Picking himself off the ground as he walked out of the cabin.

The upper part of his armor was beyond repair. He ripped it off as the armor around his arms just fell on its own. He reached up with his free hand taking off his helm. Crushing the metal in his hand in pure fury. His body was something that only an Olympian could match. Not an ounce of fat on him. A deep white scar was upon his chest.

His jawline was strong and his eyes were black as coals. His hair was in tight dread locks that swept down his back. He let out a growl of air from his lungs. Snarling like an animal as his grip upon his weapon was tightened. The runes upon the blade began to bleed into crimson. As that crimson expanded to his body. An aura of magic forming around his whole being.

His body began to grow another foot in size as his muscles rippled and expanded. His eyes turning as red as the runes on his blade. He let out a war cry that shook Gaia’s skin with its fury. “I WILL SHOW YOU TRUE POWER FLESH BAG!!!” He bellowed.

Oddly enough Anon found his footing. Standing to meet the challenge. He wasn’t going to run ANYMORE. His body begged him to stop but, he tighten his fists once more. His resolved began to awaken a power all his own…..

Author's Note

Things are getting rather heated aren't they? Choice time:
Which Path will Anon follow:

1. Give into his Rage and allow to flow within his body.
   
2. Listen to Voice that calls out in his mind.
   
3. Unleash Primal power that stirs deep within his blood.
   
4. The soul is crying out to be unchained will answer it's call.