Chapter 87

Tyson
We got to the desert first… I don’t know how but I could see the fucker as he floated without wings or air magic. That Had to be him…
He flew by contradictory means, and it impacts the atmosphere. It rained cool water as I pulled over, but the ground wasn’t wet….
He was interesting… Everything about him makes no sense. He had multiple hair types, and styles of hair. His skin was mottled between dark and light shades, and he held 4 arms, and 3 eyes…  His hair was white like Arviel, but he looked like a combination of his father, and whoever his mother was.
Since Grace rode her husband into battle, they were already fighting. I swerved to fucking park this stupid metal box faster! Me and Jerold ran out, and he got his club out the trunk before shifting.
I can’t fly… but I Can teleport.
“Die Already!” She yelled, holding onto her mate as he dived breathing fire.
Contradiction countered that magic and flame with a hand that held a torch. Each one had a different weapon… and he seemed adept at each one.
Each sword was different, with different lengths and styles, but the torch hand stunk of magic.
“I’m already undead.” He giggled. Yet I could hear his heart on the wrong side, the right. I’m ripping out his fucking voice box. “Fun being an Unwanted Accident. You just can’t seem to get rid of me.”
That had to be the source of his hatred, but honestly, I don’t care.
“Lashing out because Sky Daddy won’t claim you is your own Fucking problem!” I yelled teleporting.
“Fuck You!” He yelled.
“Fuck you First!” I growled.
He screamed as I teleported, getting his voice box and manually ripping it out.
“AH!” He yelled. “What’d you go and do that for!” he slammed that torch arm down, but I missed it thanks to my instincts…. With my sword in hand, and my blood Boiling we fought in the sky.
He was fast, and his motions were fluid despite being so fucking weird. Fingers that were too long on one side were too short on the other. 
Hair that was messy had a neat perfect lock not too far away.
Yet… He was symmetrically contradictory. 
Every spot and another to counter it. Each eye was a different color up close… The two bottom ones were heterochromatic. One blue, and one brown, with the top eye purple… He grinned with flat tipped shark teeth. Those bottom eyes switched again, and he breathed cold fire at me.
It gave my shield hand frostbite, but I make hellfire.
I could feel the searing fire within, while I fought the frostbite without.
“I hear the pops. You don’t have much time.” He chuckled.
“Yeah, enough to at least do this.”
I grabbed the horn that burned me like holy water, and hurled him at Jerold.
He hit that man like a fucking baseball to Grace, who got him with her staff. In flight it becomes almost like a spear because she’s so strong, yet he did not die.
That with straight through his head, and he pulled it out, and tossed it to the side.
I teleported, drawing my blade since he tried making Aureus his target. He Won’t lay hands on my sister, nor her mate while I am here.
We clashed, but he was Fast. For every swing I took, he damn near had a second away from lopping off my hands. 
He has four arms and three swords. But I was thankful for the shield. Without it I wouldn’t be able to hold my own up here. I don’t really know how to fly well either, and I could tell he was figuring it out.
Shit!
We clashed like this at least three hours, though Grace tapped out with me as I dodged a swing meant for my throat.
Her staff was too slow, but the Golden King shifted to help her. His mother is the Wind Goddess. He does not know it yet, but I see him phase… one day he will be able to become gold glitter and fly across the sky like light… but not right now.
That’s something you have to train first. Learning and using that on the fly with a man like this will get him killed.
He backed up and tossed the swords in the air so he could clap his hands. 
There was a shockwave that knocked us down, but the distraction was for him to 1v1 Jerold. 
Shit.
The surprise didn’t take the Minotaur King off guard, but he was pushed back by the force of Contradiction’s speed.
“I wonder what minotaur tastes like.” He sang.
\[You can eat this instead.\] He snorted. Fuck my beast is bad, but that sounds about right.
Jerold was too slow to get in a good hit, and I shifted to help him.
With me and grace as Horned Wolves, he had to stay on the ground or meet Aureus with his fan-blade.
…but as I fought him, and he had to use all 4 arms now with all four of us fighting him… he grinned.
With a flick of his wrist, he tossed the torch down to make an explosion at his feet.
He purposefully blew his legs off to make an opening to get one of us… my uncle’s arm flew with the swing of his lower left arm, and with the upper right he got Aureus by the throat.
I headbutted him, but the damage was done. He’d cut the wing of the great dragon. It will heal, but with the only true flying member of our group grounded, the fight turned.
Now it was us fending him off as best as we could. Jerold could not stop because if he did, his head would be next.
And we don’t have the time to reattach it and nurse such a heavy wound.
“Go heal!” I yelled at Aures.
“Good call!\] Snorted Jerold.
“Sorry uncle. My beast’s shit!” Yelled Grace, teleporting Aureus away.
Now you!” I said teleporting with Jerold, to his surprise. I went as far as I could without leaving my sister to fucking die.
I have never been so humbled.
I have never had a man I could not best, but swinging my blade alone, even for a moment… Holy SHIT I could not make a hair of a mistake.
I was tired and sweaty from it.
All the while I was getting heat exhaustion from purifying myself.
“You smell more holy than I do.” He grinned. 
“Silence.” I hissed. I punched him in the face.
It smooshed in like rubber. 
\[Like this?” He asked half making sound, half linking.
I hate it. That was Worse.
“You know Damn Well I-”
He shot me with his fucking torch.
I blocked what I could with my shield but that was it. My body floated down as things went black, and I hyperventilated for the first time in my life.
I was breathing but I felt like I had no air… The water is Dry and holds no moisture to cool me.
Fuck.
I was angry at myself that I was this way. I should have handled this… I should have done something about my blood… I don’t know what… or how… but I am not like them…
At least since the water’s dry you don’t drown…It does replace the space for breathing with air though… so…. I laid on my back, watching my brother arrive to save my ass in the nick of time.
I can’t move…
Try as I might, I can’t. There is no matter of will… since I purified myself somewhat… I am essentially a defeated dumbass right now.
By my own making no less.
Such arrogance… So much so that I thought I could go into battle unbalanced.
Kaizen was Fast as Fuck, teleporting, becoming lightning, the works, and I was down here, somehow the incompetent King today.
And even with his bow… He was still not enough.
I healed myself as rapidly as I could, while Grace nor Aureus had no respite. They had to help my brother, despite Rodrick and Diana arriving with him.
Seeing Rodrick load that arrow made me get up. He can’t shoot it. If he does, I was sure Contradiction would turn it back on him!