307: A Draconians Rage

A Draconians Rage

Red scales could be seen, forming on Hexo's skin as the snow around them began to melt.2

"I'll kill you." Said Hexo as he grit his teeth.

Hex clenched his hands into a fist, Scales, forming above it, transforming his hand into that of a dragon's. He had gained claws.

"No one interrupt." Said Hexo as he looked at the three

Both Satire and Shera saw this and nodded

A long scaly tail was formed at his back as scales formed over his legs and arms almost as if it were a layer of Armour. Hexo's eyes began to glow as if being fueled by a strong, raging flame and his hair slowly rose up after turning a bright red.

He had successfully transformed. No one could read the expression on the butler's face as it's blank masked covered it, but they sure as hell knew what they were feeling.

Surprise and curiosity. However, they only had a moment to think about that emotion, as Hexo suddenly made the first move.

He leapt straight at the butler, while forming a large fireball over his hands. 

"To not worry about the forest and the environment. I wonder who is the true monster here." Said the butler.

Hexo, then unleashed the fire ball slamming it straight down at where the butler was standing, melting all of the snow in the nearby area as he did so.

However, as steam began to form from the water boiling, Hexo noticed that he had missed, or more specifically, the butler had somehow managed to avoid it, in the last second.

 The butler, appeared behind Hexo, before slashing a knife at him. However, before it could even pierce his skin, the knife was deflected.

In that opening, Hexo turned and grabbed onto the butler, only to realize that he had grabbed on to mist.

Countless butlers, then appeared out of thin air, all heading towards Hexo. And he, from his sight alone, couldn't tell which was real.

Upon seeing this, Hexo punched the ground beneath him, causing flames to erupts all around him, The butler had no way to dodge, except jumping. 

As they jumped in the air. Fire balls were propelled straight at it, from Hexo.

It was a good strategy, they were all hit. But they all turned to mist, none of them were real.

Despite that, It was still all part of Hexo's plan. He had expected it. He did a quick turn before throwing a right hook while using his body's rotation and weight. Causing him to land a fist straight on the butler's face as he did so.

Surprised, half of the butler's face mask cracked, presenting the face of a moderately old man with a gray mustache and gray eyes on the other side.

The man had a horn sticking out of his forehead, and as soon as it was noticed. The air around the area grew colder as Darkness started to gather around him.

Upon seeing this, the man let out a sigh before coldly muttering

"I was trying to avoid this-"

Right before he finished, he disappeared before appearing in front of Hexo with his knees hitting him right in his ribcage.

Hexo didn't see the attack, so he was sent flying back, straight towards the trees. But he canceled the momentum as flames began to push at him from behind like some sort of Jet. Propelling him straight towards the man which had hit him.

Unfortunately for Hexo, this was no ordinary man. Right as Hexo reached him, he did a front roll before pointing his legs at the man's head.

A fiery burst then emerged from the edge of his legs, hitting the man head on. But despite that, the man grabbed on to Hexo's legs through the smoke, before twisting it and slamming him down.

*Crash*

"!"

The man quickly let go of Hexo's Legs before leaping back as fast as he could. Following that, another explosive burst came, even bigger than the one from before, evaporating all around Hexo.

The amount of steam was phenomenal and it just kept increasing due to the snow. Within this steam, Hexo's eyes seemed to glow a bright red as his blood boiled. He was pissed. 

"I heard Draconians were weaker than True dragons… But it appears, that may have been wrong." Said the old man as he looked over at his burnt hand

The look on the old man's face, then turned more serious as he began walking towards Hexo. His hand healed on his own but the feeling Hexo was getting from him was dangerous.

The man leapt straight at Hexo, and Hexo who saw this, quickly raised his guard to block it. When suddenly.

*Pierce* *Pierce*

He was pierced on his back by two dark lances which came out of the ground beneath him.

He then felt the old man appear above him, so he quickly threw a flaming punch straight up, only to end up hitting thin air.

"?!"

He then realized that the man had been in front of him all along, he was crouched down in front of Hexo with a dark sword formed in his hand, and the instant Hexo showed an opening, the man thrust it straight at Hexo's heart.

As Hexo saw this attack make it's way towards him, he realized that he had never been stabbed by the two lances and that it was all an illusion, all made for this opening. 

It was over, he had lost. Those words the thoughts he had, but the thought about giving up with the Guild Master's body laying on the ground a few meters behind them, something inside him snapped.

The dark sword was only inches away from Hexo's chest, when suddenly, a red magic circle was formed on top of both of them. And in that instant, a war Axe come crashing down at the old man, slashing his hand off.

All in an instant. Theoretically, it wouldn't have been possible to cast or activate a spell that fast, but this battle itself already lacked theory.

Before the old man could even realize what had happened, or pull back. Hexo grabbed on neck with a smile formed on his mouth.

"Oi… So this is the real you…"

The old man felt chills go down his spine as Hexo's very same hand which was placed on his neck began to glow.

But before he could even react, Hexo ripped his head out of his neck with his pure strength, causing the body to fall over to the ground. 

He then burned to head to a crisp before throwing it at the ground. It was over.

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